Demon Palace!

"Hurry, hurry."

"Talk about you! If you don't finish it quickly, you can't die! ”

"Everyone hurry up and work, we must rescue the Holy Monarch!"

Thousands of miles long, it can almost be regarded as a small country's magic palace in the small world, there is a chaos.

Jing Wuyuan, the four sages of the Demon Palace, and some other high-level demons who escaped back are directing about a thousand demons in the Demon Palace to set up formations.

On a huge square, countless demons were busy with their feet not touching the ground, and the array patterns were imprinted down, and all kinds of array utensils were placed in different places according to the guidance of the National Teacher's Mirror.

After escaping back to the Demon Palace, Jing Wuyuan and the others did not wait for their Holy Monarch for a long time, and after Jing Wuyuan calculated, they found out that this was a major crisis for the Holy Monarch.

If you're not careful, Seven Nights will never come back.

But with the existing power in the Demon Palace, even if they opened the Xuanyin Demon Gate again and rushed to the Death Swamp, they would no longer be able to save their Holy Monarch.

In desperation, Jing Wuyuan could only take out his natal magic weapon, the spirit mirror, and lay out the formation, and put some of the belongings left by Ming Xiaoyang in the Demon Palace in the formation, communicating with the world, trying to use this way to bring back the holy monarch who stayed in the world.

After working for half an hour, a formation was finally inscribed.

The huge square is covered by all kinds of cumbersome formations, and when seen from the sky, it is an oval formation.

The spirit mirror that had no chance of the mirror was placed in the very center, and in addition, there were some items such as Ming Xiaoyang's clothes.

"The mirror has no chance, can this really save the Holy Monarch?" Under the impact of humane thoughts, Mrs. Sanmiao, who had a broken arm, came to the side of the mirror and asked.

Jing Wuyuan's face was condensed, and he had already made up his mind to break the kettle, and said word by word: "If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!" ”

"Even if it is to lose my old life, I must save the Holy Monarch!"

Jing Wuyuan has never been married in his life, and he has dedicated everything to the Yinyue Dynasty, and he has grown up watching Ming Xiaoyang in this life since he was a child.

In this way, for Kagami Wuyuan, the Demon Lord of the Seven Nights is not only the monarch he is loyal to, but also his son.

The affection between each other has long surpassed the relationship between master and apprentice.

How can a father be willing to let his son die!

After saying this, Jing Wuyuan sensed the uneasiness transmitted from the underworld, and he had no intention of delaying it any longer, and his ten fingers flipped and hooked a magic force, and there were words in his mouth:

"The universe is immeasurable, the breath is the guide, the wind and thunder of heaven and earth are used by me, the gate of Xuanyin, and the sky is open!"

Rumble!

Accompanied by the spell of the mirror without fate, within that formation, a deep cave gradually appeared, and with the help of the clothes left by Ming Xiaoyang in the Demon Palace, the return of the master was summoned.

The first master of the Demon Dao, at all costs, opened the door between the already semi-independent Demon Palace world and the human world, trying to take back his monarch.

All the demons left in the Demon Palace were all looking at the portal transformed by the Mirror Void Formation in a daze, waiting for the return of the Seven Nights Demon Lord.

Even the people of the Hehuan Sect who were at odds with the Yin Moon Dynasty were no exception.

It is true that there are intrigues within the Demon Dao, but it does not mean that they are fools.

After this battle, the vitality of the Demon Dao was greatly damaged, and if he continued to fight in the nest, it would just be a joke for the righteous path!

At this time, the entire Demon Dao needs that Seven Nights Demon Lord!

………………

In the Death Swamp, Qi Hao heard the shouts of Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling'er, and finally glanced at Zhang Xiaofan at his feet, and smiled coldly, his expression was extremely cold.

"Zhang Xiaofan, if you can die with your favorite person today, and with Senior Sister Lu of Xiaozhufeng, even if you go underground, you can be blinded!"

Before the words fell, the cold ice sword in his hand was about to fall, killing Zhang Xiaofan on the spot.

Tian Ling'er looked at Qi Hao as if she was a stranger.

Girl's feelings are always poetry!

The hero in her mind turned out to be just a hypocrite, on the contrary, Senior Brother Mu Ne, who had never looked at him, was a good person who was willing to die for himself.

For a while, Tian Ling'er, who was known for being conceited and smart and clever, found out for the first time that she was very stupid!

Under the reflection of the sun, the cold ice sword that flashed with dazzling light fell, and it was about to take Zhang Xiaofan's life, and a bloodthirsty smile had already appeared on the corner of Qi Hao's mouth.

However, this sword, he will never have a chance to stab down.

Poof!

There was a sharp pain in his heart, and a Fang Tian painting halberd stabbed behind itself, piercing Qi Hao mercilessly.

The hot heart blood dripped down the halberd blade, and Qi Hao, who was still ecstatic just now, was covered with unbelievable fear on his face.

When I looked back, all I saw was a pale cheek, and a trace of blood appeared on the face that was no different from that of a dead man.

Ming Xiaoyang pierced Qi Hao with a halberd, leaned into his ear and said, "Goodbye, stupid smart man!" It might be better if you killed me when you first found me. Fortunately, with you, a fool who thinks he is smart, he has bought enough time for this holy monarch. Although the injury has not fully healed, it has recovered two or three points. ”

Before the words fell, Ming Xiaoyang had already pulled out the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that had pierced into Qi Hao's body, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Boom!

The eldest disciple of the first Cangsong Daoist of Longshou Peak, the second person of the future Qingyunmen who had already been decided, died in the hands of Ming Xiaoyang on the eve of being about to reach the peak, and fell here.

Call!

Killing Qi Hao with a shot, consuming the little vitality he already had, Ming Xiaoyang's slender body trembled slightly, stumbled under his feet, and almost didn't fall to the ground.

"Senior Brother Qi Hao." Tears that were like pearls flickered in Tian Ling'er's eyes, even if Qi Hao had revealed his true colors, the emotions that could be poured out did not disappear so easily. Seeing the person she liked die in front of her, Tian Ling'er couldn't control it anymore and cried.

"Three, this Holy Monarch has long known about the intrigue within the righteous path, but he didn't expect to see such a good show." Ming Xiaoyang inserted Fang Tian's halberd into the mud, looked around at the three people around him, and said sarcastically, "Together with the door, for a few treasures, you can do it to each other!" ”

"Humph!" Lu Xueqi was the most seriously injured among the three, and her temperament was the strongest, and when she heard this, a trace of death appeared on her beautiful and fair face, "Seven Nights Demon Lord, kill if you want to, why be sarcastic!" ”

"If this girl frowns, she won't be a disciple of Qingyun Sect!" In the end, the snow-white neck was raised, and he put on a posture of closing his eyes and waiting for death.

"Who said that this Holy Monarch wants to kill you?" Hearing Lu Xueqi's words, Ming Xiaoyang instead showed a somewhat inexplicable expression, "This Holy Monarch just wants you to do me a favor!" ”

"Help? That's impossible! Zhang Xiaofan didn't even have the strength to get up, but he still had to shout strongly.

"Really? Let's see! A malicious smile appeared on the corner of Ming Xiaoyang's mouth, staring at the three of them with bad intentions, and sneering.