Sikong Fengxuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it into the void, and a long-handled war knife made of ice condensation suddenly appeared in his hand, although the battle knife was made of ice condensation, but its sharpness could make the wind break when it moved.

"Demon King, fight, why are you talking so much nonsense?" He said to the man who was shrouded in darkness.

After seeing that Sikong Fengxuan really didn't care about Wu Qiaoyan, the Demon King was a little shocked, because the Dome Changtian God of War without weaknesses was undefeatable, although now it seems that the combat power of this God of War is a big difference from the previous combat power.

"Okay, then let me see if you still have a way to make me fall again, quack!" The Enchanted King smiled grimly.

He stood the magma red sword in front of him, and thousands of ghostly shadows instantly poured out of his body, and the ghost crying wolf howled and kept circling around him, making his whole person look even more gloomy.

Their conversation was heard by Wu Qiaoyan in the distance, she lay on her stomach in the protective film, looking at the two who were fighting in a bit of a daze.

She recognized the ghost's voice, this voice was the one she had heard from the magma earlier, the strange voice that made her scalp tingle and tremble when she heard it, it turned out to be him, who was he?

Wu Qiaoyan felt a layer of extreme coldness and hatred in Sikong Fengxuan's body, why did he hate the person called the demon?

There was a faint thought in Wu Qiaoyan's heart, that is, Sikong Fengxuan hated this Demon King as if it had nothing to do with her, not because this Demon had hurt her, but as if they had a great feud before.

While Wu Qiaoyan was pondering, suddenly a monstrous wave suddenly slapped down on her head, which was the result of the battle power of Sikong Fengxuan and Demon Charm.

Gradually, Wu Qiaoyan felt that the protective film she was in was constantly being pushed towards a dark and swarthy spatial crack that was blowing wildly.

When she got closer and closer to the spatial crack, the feeling of palpitations couldn't help but get stronger and stronger, and a sense of crisis hit her heart.

The faint Wu Qiaoyan also heard the cold voice of the demon: "If you really don't pity her, then I just give her a ride!" ”

As the sound settled, another big wave formed by magma slapped fiercely, pushing the protective film where Wu Qiaoyan was even faster.

Looking at the spatial crack that was close at hand, Wu Qiaoyan shouted in a panic: "Brother Feng Xuan—"

She didn't want to see Sikong Fengxuan in the future, and she also felt that Sikong Fengxuan would not let her rush into the spatial crack, but she still couldn't help but panic in her heart.

Wu Qiaoyan raised her big wet eyes, looked at Sikong Fengxuan's figure from afar, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, she didn't know why she was about to be washed into the spatial crack, Sikong Fengxuan was still indifferent.

What's wrong with him?

"Brother Feng Xuan......" Wu Qiaoyan knew that even if she entered the pendant space now, the protective film would be washed into the space crack, and even if she came out of the pendant space in the future, she would not be able to come back.

Darkness shrouded all around, the entrance to the spatial crack was constantly distorting, and the protective film where Wu Qiaoyan was was constantly squeezed, but she could only look at Sikong Fengxuan in the distance, whose face was like frost.

After she fell completely into darkness, Wu Qiaoyan silently closed her eyes, he changed, he seemed to forget me......

Among the two people who were facing each other in the distance, Sikong Fengxuan still looked at the demon charm lightly, but a pair of sword eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

The ghosts around the demon had disappeared for the most part, and his chest was constantly wheezing, and a trace of red blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The demon said a little unwillingly: "Quack quack, sure enough, it is still the ruthless, iron-hearted Dome Changtian God of War." ”

Back then, he was defeated by Sikong Fengxuan's men, and now both of them are seriously injured, and their strength is not as good as before, but he is still not Sikong Fengxuan's opponent, which makes him very unwilling, very unwilling!

Could it be that after waiting for thousands of years, before he could escape, he was thrown into the dust by Sikong Fengxuan again, and there was no return? No, no, he's not reconciled!

Luo Baiman said that this girl is the meat of Sikong Fengxuan's heart, she is simply a fool! Idiot!

Just as the demon cursed Luo Baiman, who gave him the wrong news, Sikong Fengxuan, who was opposite him, suddenly squatted down as if he was in great pain.

Holding his head with his hands, his eyes were extremely red, and gradually turned into a silver-gray color, which was a symptom of enchantment.

Seeing Sikong Fengxuan's painful appearance, the demon suddenly felt overjoyed, and felt that his opportunity had come, so he quickly regathered the magma sword and rushed towards Sikong Fengxuan.

At this time, Sikong Fengxuan had a headache, he kept pressing his head, and ordered in a cold voice: "Don't you want to save her, don't think about it, it's just a useless little girl, you can't fall into the devil, don't allow it!" ”

But his order didn't make him feel any better, and just then, the demon's murderous sword arrived.

Sikong Fengxuan, who was caught in the battle between heaven and man, did not have time to resist this blow, and the whole person was knocked out by this monstrous combat force.

Just when Sikong Fengxuan's brain was dizzy for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, there was only anxiety left in his eyes, and then he used this combat power that made him constantly retreat to rush towards the spatial crack where Wu Qiaoyan disappeared.

"Girl, wait for me ......"

At this time, Wu Qiaoyan felt a burst of suffocation under the tearing of the power of space, and suddenly the protective film she was in 'bang-' broke down, and in an instant, the wind drowned her.

Just when she hesitated to enter the pendant space and let the pendant drift freely in this void space, her body was suddenly pulled hard, and the whole person crashed into an embrace full of cold medicine.

As soon as she was pulled into this embrace, Wu Qiaoyan suddenly felt that all the wind, all the twisting and tearing disappeared in this embrace.

This safest haven instantly calmed her mind.

She raised her trembling long eyelashes and looked at Sikong Fengxuan, who was hugging her, and the familiar feeling made Wu Qiaoyan burst into tears.

"I'm late." Sikong Fengxuan's eyes looked at Wu Qiaoyan naked, and the skin that was cut by the gangfeng came to his eyes.

Wu Qiaoyan obediently buried her head in Sikong Feng Xuan's heart, and shook her head gently: "Brother Feng Xuan, I'm fine, and I'm so afraid." She was afraid of Sikong Fengxuan's eyes that looked at her like a stranger.

Sikong Fengxuan sighed, hugged Wu Qiaoyan tightly, and said softly: "Let's go out, it's okay." ”

Then he put a layer of enchantment around Wu Qiaoyan's body, and the two rushed back through the spatial crack.

This is against the wind, if it weren't for Sikong Fengxuan's superb combat power, I'm afraid it would be difficult to return to the Lost Continent again.

When the two of them returned to the magma lake in a bit of embarrassment, the Demon King was no longer there, and suddenly, Sikong Fengxuan's face became extremely pale, and then he spurted out a mouthful of red blood with a 'poof', which immediately startled Wu Qiaoyan.

At this time, she saw clearly that Sikong Fengxuan's back was already soaked with blood......

Wu Qiaoyan's face was shocked, and she exclaimed: "Brother Feng Xuan! What happened to you? When did you get hurt so badly? Brother Feng Xuan. ”

Before she finished her words, Sikong Fengxuan had already planted forward and fainted.

There was magma everywhere, and Wu Qiaoyan had no choice but to carry Sikong Fengxuan back into the pendant space......

At this time, at the crater, Luo Baiman was already like a withered tree.

She stared straight at the magma in the crater, stunned.

Suddenly, the gurgling sound in the magma continued to increase, and the magma boiled again.

Luo Baiman, who was already kneeling and his legs were numb, turned his stiff neck and looked at the magma in the crater, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

However, when a black shadow slowly rose from the magma, the flame of hope in Luo Baiman's eyes slowly extinguished.

The Demon King broke free from the magma, and he slowly walked towards Luo Baiman, who was obviously a little stunned, and the dripping magma slowly flowed from his body and spread all over the ground.

He looked at Luo Baiman with some dissatisfaction, and asked in a cold voice, "What?" Isn't it me who you wish to come up? ”

This cold voice suddenly arose, which woke up the stunned Luo Baiman, she looked up at the Demon King in a little panic, and said in a somewhat dry voice: "I have done what you said, you can take back the demon seed on my body, right?" ”

The Demon King looked at Luo Baiman as if he was looking at a joke, he laughed ruefully, and then squinted a pair of blood-red eyes, looked at Luo Baiman bloodthirsty, and said, "What do you think?" It's not bad to have you as this subordinate, I don't dislike you, you don't know how to be grateful? Hmm——? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Baiman's face suddenly turned pale, she buzzed her lips, stood up tremblingly, shook her head, and asked in disbelief.

"Didn't you say that if I found you a suitable sacrificial puppet, you would set me free? Your words don't count! You mean——! ”

As if he had heard some big joke, the Demon King looked up again and laughed.

"It's really naïve, but for the sake of the good blood quality of the puppet you sacrificed to me, I reluctantly forgive you, but because you didn't do well, you let Sikong's bastard come with me, fortunately my luck is good, otherwise I would be the one who died now, hum——!"

When Luo Baiman heard this, her whole body was as if she had been struck by lightning, she suddenly raised her head, looked at the Demon King in disbelief and asked, "He, Sikong, what's wrong with Sikong Fengxuan?" He...... He's dead? ”

The Demon King stretched out his hand like a withered branch, slowly hooked Luo Baiman's tear-stained chin, and sighed, "It's really a deep love, yo yo, if I didn't have you back then, how could I hurt him?" ”

The Demon King's words made Luo Baiman feel like he had been shocked, and the whole person shrank in fright, she had a white face, shook her head desperately, and vigorously denied it: "No, no, no!" No, no, I don't have the inside and the outside, I don't have ——! ”

Seemingly disdainful of arguing with Luo Baiman, the Demon King licked his dry lips, and the ghosts around him kept howling, obviously looking like he had been hungry for thousands of years.

The Demon King glanced at Luo Baiman, who was paralyzed on the ground, and shook his head, but it was a pity, if only he could occupy the body of that little girl in the magma, if it weren't for Sikong Fengxuan, that bastard! Hmph –