"You, you are a demon woman, why do you have such a holy exercise!" Jing Wuxian quickly retreated, this blow was Ji Fengtian's holy word technique.

Luo Qingli's pretty face was slightly cold, the blow just now, she wanted to directly crush Jing Wuxian's head and catch him off guard, but she didn't expect that Jing Wuxian's reaction was so fast, and her strength was definitely not in the early stage of the imperial level.

The pitch-black mace suddenly burst out of pale black flames, directly enveloping the mirror without complaints.

"Ahh

A roar came out of Jing Wuxian's mouth, and the rotten skin on his body gradually came with a smell of burning, and Jing Wuxian, who was already very ugly, became like a fierce ghost at this time.

"I'll kill you!" Jing Wuxi's body grew rapidly, and a strong coercion was released from his body, most of the cultivation of the demon warriors was strengthening the body, and after Jing Wuxian absorbed the pure blood of the demon race, his body changed, and he was able to control the size of his body, and the bigger the body, the stronger the strength of Jing Wuxi.

Luo Qingli threw out the long whip in his hand, like a purple python, rotating around the mirror without resentment, binding it in the center.

The purple flame suddenly appeared, and a burst of scorched smell came again, the Demon Realm cultivators were naturally suppressed by the rulers of the Demon Realm, and Luo Qingli took this advantage, but with the shattering of the Demon Realm, this restraint gradually became weaker.

The purple flame instantly overlaps with the pale black flame, rendering the pale black flame a deep purple color.

"Flowers bloom everywhere!" Countless purple flowers suddenly appeared on the long whip in Luo Qingli's hand, all of which were condensed by purple flames, and the flowers bloomed, and a faint fragrance permeated this space.

The pupils contracted violently, and Jing Wuxian had fear in his heart at this time, Luo Qingli's strength was not as good as him, the demon world was broken, and the possibility of being restrained was getting smaller and smaller, however, because he had absorbed too much of the pure blood of the demon race, he was restrained again.

"Flowers fall!" Luo Qingli sighed softly, looking at the purple mandala flowers on the long whip, and her sad mood instantly filled the entire world.

The mandala flower is gradually withering, the purple flame is gradually extinguished, and at the same time, the life breath of Jing Wuyuan is also slowly declining, as if it is like this flower, gradually withering over time.

"The rules of time!" Jing Wuqiu's face changed greatly, and in countless years, a cultivator who manipulated time was born again, and he met Luo Qingli, who restrained himself.

"Big brother!" Jing Wuqiu looked at Wuji, and found that Wuji sighed, sat on the ground casually, pointed his toes on the ground, flew up, and an equally huge mace appeared in his hand and smashed at Luo Qingli.

Zhuge Qingming saw Jing Wuqi rushing in, quickly left the queue, his hands were drawn in the air, his mouth kept muttering, and strange talismans condensed from the air, and finally turned into a blue-gold spear, tearing the void and shooting out.

"Bang~"

The blue-gold spear exploded, Zhuge Qingming spat blood and flew back, and Jing Wuqi's attack also stopped, at this moment, Luo Qingli had already withdrawn the long whip and threw it at Jing Wuqi.

Jing Wuqian knew that he had lost the opportunity, so he turned around and landed beside Jing Wuxian, and Luo Qingli also retracted the attack.

In this battle, it seems that Luo Qingli has won, but in fact, Luo Qingli has mobilized the most powerful rule power in his body, and wants to do it again, estimating that he will be instantly eaten by the rules of time, and instantly dissipate in the long river of time.

"Big brother, are you okay?" Jing Wuqiu looked at Jing Wuxian, who was gradually returning to normal, and asked anxiously.

"It's okay!" Jing Wuxian's face turned pale, just now, he felt the rapid loss of life, if it wasn't for Jing Wuqiu's action, I'm afraid he would have been poisoned.

"When you fight against her, don't mobilize the essence and blood of the demons, otherwise, we will be bound by the rules of the demon world. ”

"Isn't the Demon Realm broken?" Jing Wuqiu looked at Jing Wuxian, who was excited, and asked puzzled.

"There is too much blood in the direct bloodline of the demon realm in our body, and the suppression by the rules is more obvious than that of ordinary demons, just now, my power was directly ignited, and my body lost control. Jing Wuxian was a little afraid, and walked around the ghost gate just now.

Jing Wuqi looked at Luo Qingli, put his eldest brother back, and said: "Your Excellency the Holy Maiden, you are the most outstanding Holy Maiden in the Demon Realm, but unfortunately, the Demon Lord has lost a trace since ancient times, and you have only been born for a few hundred years, and it is still too late to retreat now!"

Luo Qingli pointed at the whip and said, "You and Jing have no grudges to kill my demon clan's children, since you have seen me in a few days, let me fulfill the duties of a saint." ”

After speaking, he took the lead in rushing down, and the purple flowers around his body bloomed, and flew out in an instant with the whip in Luo Qingli's hand.

Jing Wuqiu's figure flashed, and with his cultivation higher than Luo Qingli, he dodged this blow. It's just that Luo Qingli has a spatial ability, and that is the purple gate.

As soon as the door opened, countless flowers escaped from it, shrouding the mirror without hatred, without any hesitation, and exploded directly.

"If you want to do it again, I won't let you get what you want!" Jing Wuqiu picked up his mace and smashed it at the purple portal.

Luo Qingli didn't pause, his wrist flipped, purple light shrouded the sky, countless vines intertwined, instantly enveloping a heaven and earth, and Jing Wuqi's body rushed forward, just broke into the purple portal and was teleported into it.

Looking at the purple flowers that gradually bloomed on the vines, Jing Wuqiu's figure expanded rapidly, but he suddenly thought of Jing Wuxi's words, and he controlled his body alive and fell on a critical point.

The mace did not have a pitch-black flame, and the whole body of Jing Wuqiu's strength was poured together, and it smashed towards the cage below. He is not ready to tear the entire cage, but uses the method of breaking the surface with points, and he wins.

However, the flexibility of this branch exceeded Jing Wuqi's estimate, and after a stick was smashed, the cage shook violently, and most of the power was dissolved. In an instant, his face changed color, and Jing Wuqiu frequently swung his mace, attacking one of the points.

"Sting~"

A voice sounded, Jing Wuqiu's hair stood on end, and the ongoing action quickly stopped.