A strange tree nine meters tall.

The tree pattern is hideous, like the face of a devil.

Tens of thousands of slender branches, hanging to the ground.

The black-marked branches are like long snakes, and the treetops of the branches have snake-like sharp beaks.

Layers of faint black qi shrouded the demon tree.

When Long Jiuyang and Xueluo came to the Demon Tree, tens of thousands of Demon Branches swam towards the two of them.

The poisonous snake and magic branches are dancing in the air.

"Whoosh-"

A thumb-thick magic branch swept towards Long Jiuyang.

Long Jiuyang let Xue Luo lean back, stretched out his right hand, and a Qingfeng long sword appeared in his hand.

"Hmph, look for death!"

With a cold snort, the Xuan Power in his body opened, and the [True Sword Technique] was unleashed.

A flash of blue light flashed, and the branches that shot out instantly broke in two.

The dark red branches broke off and fell to the ground, and sap like blood overflowed from the magic branches.

The magic tree with demon branches dancing around looked very irritable, and a terrifying face stood out from the two-meter-high tree waist.

"Despicable human beings, dare to hurt my demon spirit, see if I don't refine you into a dry corpse!"

A grim voice came from the grimace.

Long Jiuyang stared at the grimace and smiled disdainfully.

"Hidden guy, you don't even have the courage to fight me, so what qualifications do you have to kill me!"

Long Jiuyang said with a sneer.

"Hahaha...... It's up to you, and you're not qualified to let this demon envoy take action personally!"

The grimace on the magic tree smiled arrogantly.

Messenger?

Long Jiuyang was shocked.

In Pingyang City, the demon clan called himself a demon general.

Could it be that this more powerful demon clan is one level higher than him?

"What kind of demon general, under the sword of this general, is just a chicken and a dog!"

"There are no less than three demons who died at the hands of this general, and it seems that there will be one more today!"

Long Jiuyang said deliberately.

Hearing Long Jiuyang's words, the grimace became more and more hideous.

This demon is one of the three major demon envoys under the Demon Lord's seat, Yan Ling.

A third-order powerhouse in the Soul Condensation Realm.

If it is in the Demon Spirit Realm, a demon envoy-level powerhouse can already dominate a demon city, and even more so, he can control a million demon army.

It's a pity that in this spiritual realm, he can only be in the imperial realm.

Of course, this is also because his resurrection time is still short, if there is a year and a half, it is very likely that he will advance to the innate realm.

And Su Feiya, who was killed once by Long Jiuyang, was Yan Ling's sister-in-law.

So when Long Jiuyang mentioned this matter, Yan Ling was furious.

Now Su Feiya's purple extreme demon blood has been sent to the hands of the Imperial Capital Demon Lord Shen Wangtian, or in a few days, Su Feiya will be resurrected again.

"Despicable human, I'll let you enjoy the thrill of death!"

Looking at Long Jiuyang, Yan Ling said sharply.

The words fell.

I saw thousands of branches, swept towards Long Jiuyang.

"Demons Dance!"

Tens of thousands of demon branches, turned into fierce ghosts, and rushed towards Long Jiuyang.

The terrifying mystical power is even more flickering, and it is extremely terrifying.

In the face of such a terrifying offensive, Long Jiuyang's face was solemn, and the three-foot long sword in his hand was even more buzzing.

It seems that the spirit-level martial arts are no longer enough to deal with this demon tree.

The Demon Tree that was envoyed by the Spirit of Words only used a trace of demonic energy, and it actually reached the power of the Soul Condensing Realm.

Sure enough, the power of this demonic energy is much more advanced than the Xuan power!

But Long Jiuyang also knew that the magic power accumulated by this spirit was definitely not much, as long as he delayed it, he would naturally be consumed to death.

Thinking of this, Long Jiuyang unfolded [Ling Bo Weibu].

Long Jiuyang, who was heavy in afterimages, seemed to be more than a dozen people, and those branches hit the afterimage, but they didn't build an inch.

"Hmph, cunning human!"

Although Yan Ling was shocked by Long Jiuyang's body, he was bound to kill Long Jiuyang here with his magic power.

Tens of thousands of demon branches were instantly divided into more than a dozen directions, whether it was the afterimage or the main body, the demon envoy Yan Ling let go of all of them.

Seeing that the demon branches were attacking separately, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Long Jiuyang's mouth.

General Ben is not powerful, you really think I am a mud puppet!

The surging Xuan power in the body was no longer retained, and with a wave of Long Jiuyang's long sword, a golden mang's light suddenly appeared.

"[Dugu Nine Swords]!"

Nine sword lights, flashing quickly, sharp sword qi, vertical and horizontal for hundreds of miles!

"Sneer—"

Thousands of magic branches fell.

"Ahh

The grimace on the magic tree let out a terrifying roar.

Hmph, let you pretend to be forced!

"Snow falls, Huangquan finger!"

Long Jiuyang snorted softly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a golden dragon, quickly stabbing towards the grimace.

Countless demon branches stopped Long Jiuyang's attack one after another.

It's just that at this moment, a terrifying black light shot out from behind Long Jiuyang.

I saw the pink and cute little Lori, standing in the air, with little white jade-like hands, pointing in the direction of the grimace.

"[Yellow Spring Finger]!"

The crisp and immature children's voice is like a sacred Sanskrit sound, shaking the demon tree and trembling.

The slightly sluggish long snake branches turned into powder when they came into contact with the black light like a black hole.

At this moment, the snow fell incomparably.

The demon branches fell, and Long Jiuyang slashed through a golden light, and the long sword pierced Yan Ling's grimace.

The demon soul left in the magic tree is just a trace of the soul of the word.

It's not an ontology, but it's extremely powerful.

"Despicable humans, looking for death!"

The ferocious grimace was furious, and the angry eyes glowed with blood.

"Demon Shield!"

Yan Ling roared angrily, and a cyan light shield appeared in front of Long Jiuyang.

"Hmph, death is on the verge of death, and I still want to struggle!"

Long Jiuyang snorted coldly, and the golden light of the long sword in his hand skyrocketed.

There is a meter of golden light, like a laser sword, which can pierce through everything.

"Die!"

With a strong stab, the long sword broke through the spirit shield and stabbed the forehead of the grimace.

"Whoa—"

Bright red blood dripped from the grimace, and a puff of black smoke slowly rose.

A distorted grimace, revealing a look of pain, and finally fading away.

"Despicable human, I will kill you with my own hands!"

glared at this dragon Jiuyang angrily, and the grimace disappeared completely.

The tall and gloomy Demon Tree, on the other hand, had vanished into a shadow, as if it had never appeared at all.

But that cold breath still exists.

Long Jiuyang knew that he had only defeated the body of the [Five Elements Demon Refining Great Array], but the array still existed.

Taking out nine more Xuanshi, Long Jiuyang trapped the array eye here, so that it could no longer hurt people.

After arranging everything, Long Jiuyang came to Xiao Lori's side.

Looking at Xueluo, whose face was a little weak, Long Jiuyang hugged her up.

"The snow falls, can you still hold on?"

Long Jiuyang asked softly.

For the Xuan Li in the overdrawn body, that painful feeling, Long Jiuyang is the most clear.

He had experienced that pain more than once.

And for Xueluo, the pain of overdrawing the Xuan Power is completely insignificant compared to the pain of being eroded by the Yin Power.

"Uncle, Xueluo is not afraid of pain. ”

Little Lori's face showed a weak and strong smile.

As long as she can be by Long Jiuyang's side, the girl will be very satisfied and happy.

Since the first time he saw Long Jiuyang, Xueluo has regarded Long Jiuyang as his only relative.

Looking at the strong little Lori, Long Jiuyang felt distressed for a while.

It's a pity that he doesn't have Xuancao on him, otherwise he can try to refine Xuandan.

Long Jiuyang held Xiao Lori's cold little hand, and the mysterious power in his body was slowly transported to Xueluo's body, and it didn't take long for Xiao Lori's face to slowly return to her cute appearance of white and pink.

"Uncle, it's okay for the snow to fall, you don't have to convey Xuan Li to the snow fall!"

Little Lori said obediently.

At this time, the demon envoy of Daqianfu City had not been killed, and Long Jiuyang was alone and had to maintain his full state.

If it weren't for that, if he encountered a demon envoy attacking and killing, then Long Jiuyang would be in danger!

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(End of chapter)