, the fastest updated villains are the latest chapters of my vest! The baby's smile froze.

Panlong raised his head and glanced at Gu Zhihuan quickly.

"What, don't you want to do anything to him?" Gu Zhihuan said with a smile.

The baby quickly reined in his emotions: "Why should I listen to you? ”

"I'm just giving you an option." Gu Zhihuan said: "Your reluctant appearance will make me think that Panlong is the president of your God Slaughtering Society." ”

"Nonsense!" The baby said angrily.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "Even if I talk nonsense, Panlong is not angry, why are you angry?" ”

Baby: "......"

The atmosphere instantly became weird.

Song Yu and Cangyue stood on Gu Zhihuan's side.

The evening sky looked at the coiling dragon in a daze.

Pan Long's generous face couldn't show any emotion: "You doubt me? ”

"Identification." Gu Zhihuan corrected his words.

The corners of coiling dragon's mouth tugged upward: "What evidence do you have?" ”

"Well, I don't have the evidence yet, but you should know if you try it." Gu Zhihuan patted Han Yue's shoulder: "Beat him." ”

Han Yue's eyes narrowed.

The black robe is windless and automatic.

I didn't see him make any big moves, and the long sword turned into ink had already slashed towards the coiling dragon.

Panlong's fingertips shrank, looking at the long sword without dodging or dodging.

However, Han Yue was even more indifferent than him.

The long sword was menacing, and the sound of breaking through the air was like a man.

Seeing that the long sword was already approaching his neck, Panlong finally didn't hold back and made a move.

But he missed the best time at the beginning, and as the dragon stepped back, the longsword shaved off half of the tip of his nose.

Blood was coming down from the wound.

Han Yue's long sword stood in front of Panlong.

Panlong licked the blood on the side of his mouth and smiled weirdly: "How did you guess it was mine?" ”

Han Yue's fierce sword momentum was not a temptation at all, and Pan Long assured that if he hadn't avoided it just now, I'm afraid that his head and body would have been separated by now.

"Just now." Han Yue said coldly.

Panlong frowned: "You play with me?" ”

Gu Zhihuan watched the show and looked at it energetically: "Isn't the standard for you to join the God Slaughter Club without brains?" The person who guessed it was me, not Han Yue. ”

"Huh." Pan Long sneered: "It's useless to talk more, today, all of you must stay!" ”

Gu Zhihuan leaned towards Han Yue silently: "Can you bear it?" ”

"It depends on what the prize is." Han Yue is meaningful and authentic.

The calm smile on Gu Zhihuan's face froze.

Han Yue's hand slid down Gu Zhihuan's waist.

He stood in front of Panlong and raised his chin: "Come together, I'm in a hurry." ”

"It's really arrogant, this is the ugly face of the divine realm." Panlong raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone shoot with me!" Take down this group of arrogant and ignorant people! ”

Gu Zhihuan whispered: "It's the first time I've heard someone talk about a group fight so highly. ”

Wang Wei glanced worriedly at the gathered members of the God Slaughter Society: "Are you okay?" ”

"Han Yue's words......" Song Yu didn't know what he thought, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Without waiting for Wang Wei to come back to the meaning of Song Yu's words, Han Yue moved.

Countless inks spread out on the ground, quickly evolving into the shape of vines, entangled every member of the God Butcher Society.

Panlong frowned.

He raised his arms and began to chant ancient and intricate incantations in his mouth.

Han Yue coldly spit out a word, only to see the ink turned into thousands of sharp swords, soaring into the air, hanging above the coiling dragon, with a mysterious and powerful power, falling from the sky.

Before the coiling dragon's incantation could be finished, the sword pierced through him.

Panlong's body trembled, and he knelt down straight, with an incredible look written on his face.

The people of the God Butcher Guild on the side were also stunned.

Spikes.

This is definitely a spike for Chiguoguo.

Gu Zhihuan couldn't help but cover his eyes.

She finally knew why the director of the Six Realms was too lazy to take care of things under her nose by this group of people.

It turns out that no matter how much you toss, it's still a rabble.

Han Yue waved his hand handsomely, and the ink turned into a prison, covering the people of the God Slaughter Society.

He turned around and looked down at Gu Zhihuan, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "What do you think?" ”

Gu Zhihuan wiped his face and said with sincere emotion: "The villain dies because of talking too much, and he must not recite too long a spell when fighting." ”

“……”

"Huh?" Gu Zhihuan looked at Panlong in surprise.

I saw a strange figure floating up on the tall body of the coiling dragon.

It's just that the separation is not particularly open, and the other people's attention is on packing and taking away the people of the God Butcher Society, and for a while, no one notices that something is wrong with Panlong.

Gu Zhihuan tugged at Han Yue's sleeve.

Han Yue walked over with her knowingly.

Getting closer, Gu Zhihuan could see that it was a middle-aged man in his forties floating up.

This picture ......

For a moment, Gu Zhihuan remembered where he had seen this scene.

When Tao Xingchun died in Hengshui No. 1 Middle School, there was also this strange mutation.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, they stumbled into the "creator" of this world.

She recalled Jiao Pei's previous actions and tentatively reached out her hand.

As soon as she touched the man's phantom, the phantom disappeared into her hands in seconds.

Gu Zhihuan's body trembled.

"Baby." Han Yue hugged her nervously.

Suddenly.

Gu Zhihuan slowly opened his eyes.

In just a few seconds, Gu Zhihuan's mind was filled with a lot of things.

Including the birth of this world, the composition of the ......

Gu Zhihuan was in a trance, and there was a sense of unreality that he could control the world.

"Baby."

Han Yue's voice was a little anxious.

Gu Zhihuan looked at him, as if he had finally descended from the unrealistic clouds and stepped on the solid ground.

She hugged Han Yue suddenly.

The Divine Slaughter Society's elaborate plan for thousands of years was brutally suppressed.

Perhaps, as they said, the gap between the strength of the demon realm and the god realm is getting bigger and bigger.

In the long run, the demon world will even be reduced to the bottom of the existence.

Song Yu was not worried about the marks on their bodies in the evening sky, and got in touch with the Immortal Realm Lord, preparing to take them back to let the Realm Lord study what was going on.

After this disaster, it is not a simple matter for the demon world to rejuvenate itself.

A group of people returned to the Six Realms Private Club.

Song Yu hurriedly took the evening sky and the others to the immortal world.

Gu Zhihuan hesitated for a moment and stopped him.

For some reason, she could sense that she would soon be gone.

"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked.

Gu Zhihuan said lightly: "Let's leave tomorrow morning." ”

“……”

"I'm hungry."

“……”

"Panlong is gone, and there is no one to cook."

"......" the corners of Song Yu's mouth twitched slightly.

Lin Qianshui glanced at Gu Zhihuan: "Then leave tomorrow, I don't think there is any discomfort in my body, it's okay." ”

The evening sky also nodded.

Song Yu grabbed a handful of his hair in frustration: "But we don't know how to cook." ”