The war on the battlefield was about to break out, the soldiers on both sides did not move, only two peerless figures shuttled through this blood, a golden light, a light purple, reflecting each other, like a feast of flowers, if it wasn't for the-for-tat breath was too strong, Qian Yuluo might really make a cup of tea and sit down to appreciate it.

Neither of them spoke, but they were really fighting with all their might, and neither side released water, as if they were really dying.

"Luo, I'll help you!" Suddenly, a person came out of nowhere in the crowd, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, peerless, and the three of them looked out of place on the cold battlefield.

"Stay away from here." The princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan is ruthless and extraordinary.

"Luo ......"

"Demon Prince, do you want me to lose?" The princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan said this unceremoniously.

"You can't beat him!" Ouyang Zhuo's warm eyes were filled with timid concern.

"But do your best." The princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan said very coldly and arrogantly.

But do your best, don't you care about the destiny of heaven? Qian Yuluo glanced at the princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan on the side, is this ready to die? What happened to prepare this always determined man to die?

However, Qian Yuluo knew that this was 10,000 years ago, and the scene she experienced just now was a reproduction of the incident she saw now, that is, 10,000 years ago, but she said the same thing to the princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan by mistake, but made a different choice.

Is this the Wuhua Mirror? Recreate the story of the past, like a mirror image, reflecting the things that you didn't want to remember at the beginning.

If, if she hadn't found out, then she might have ended up and never been able to get out again, but Wuhua Mirror couldn't have been kind enough to let her come to this place and see these things, so why did she come here?

Glancing at Ouyang Zhuo, the prince of the demon clan who looked peerless on the battlefield but was cautious in front of the princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan, and then compared to Ouyang Zhuo, who was now as gentle as jade and a little black-bellied, Qianyu Luo was thoughtful.

She didn't participate in the previous two Wuhua subduations, and she didn't even see how Ouyang Zhuo subdued them, Wuhua Stone and Wuhua Beast followed them, Qian Yuluo didn't believe Ouyang Zhuo, it's just that Ouyang Zhuo is seriously injured now, and his strength is not as good as before, even if he was in his heyday, in the face of Wuhua, can he really be unscathed?

Ouyang Zhuo, what are you hiding from me? I never wanted to doubt you, but every time you made me think about it, I knew you could never hurt me, but would you hurt anyone else?

Ouyang Zhuo, don't live up to my trust......

The battle on the battlefield continued, and after the prince of the demon clan was scolded by the princess of the ten thousand demon clan, he really stood aside obediently, although his face was eager, he did not dare to step forward.

"Yo, the war of gods and demons, it's rare in a hundred years." Suddenly, a voice pierced through the thick clouds and exploded in every part of the battlefield, obviously a casual sentence, but it made the tired soldiers on both sides immediately raise their mental vigilance, and the eyes of the enemy spread on everyone's faces.

Only the three of them are still the same, and the princess of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan and His Royal Highness the Divine Son in the battle still maintain the original rhythm, unhurried and unhurried.

The other is the prince of the demon clan, who still has the original expression of being worried and afraid to step forward, completely ignoring the visitor.