The peak of the black flame, among the cottages.

The Demon King of the Mixed World slowly opened his eyes.

He picked up the jar again, tilted his head and took a sip, then wiped his mouth and sat up straight.

His eyes swept over the entire hall, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Yes, I don't know how I escaped, but it's incredible to be able to escape from that kind of place!" he said leisurely, and then shook his neck with a crisp sound.

"Come out, rats!" Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he burst into a loud mouth.

The sound was so loud that it sounded like thunder, causing the entire hall to shake violently.

"Ahh

"Little ones, there's a guest coming, let's prepare to entertain them!" said the Demon King of the Mixed Worlds leisurely.

"Where is the enemy?" all the thieves immediately got up, picked up the guys in their hands, and their eyes became fierce, looking back and forth.

At the same time, in the grass outside the main hall, cold sweat flowed from the foreheads of Qiao Heng and the others.

"Hell, we've hidden our breath so well, how did he find out about us?"

"This is in trouble, I originally planned to catch a minion and ask about the whereabouts of the eldest lady, and then take advantage of their drinking too much to save her quietly, but now, it is difficult to act according to the previous plan!"

"Hmph, since that's the case, there's no need to hide!" Du Ze snorted coldly, he was originally the main battle faction, the best among the mercenaries, plus he had just eaten the loss of that corpse in the trap space, and at this time, he was depressed in his chest, angry, and wanted to find something to vent out.

"No, that bandit leader is not simple, with our words, and they are outnumbered, with our words, I'm afraid there is no chance of victory!" Qiao Heng shook his head, he was a little unsure of the cultivation of the Demon King of the Mixed World.

After all, among cultivators, people of the same level, those who are lower than their own realm, can see through at a glance, and most of those who are higher than their own realm need to guess.

But the fluctuation of the Yuan Force on this Demon King of the Mixed World, if there is nothing, it is difficult for him to guess.

"Hmph, so what? Have you forgotten the feat of Zhang Chao's little brother? That kind of spirit is what we cultivators need, only promises, it's not as good as a girl!" Du Ze finally couldn't bear Qiao Heng's expedient words, and jumped out suddenly, stepping directly into the main hall.

"You turtle grandchildren, you don't do anything when you look like a human, Lao Tzu will come to do the right thing for heaven today and bury all of you eight lambs!" Du Ze scolded unceremoniously.

"This is a bad man!" Qiao Heng sighed, but Du Ze had already rushed out, and he had no choice, now that his strength was weak, he couldn't watch Du Ze be sent to death, right?

The more moments like this, the more we need unity!

"Let's go!" the others looked at each other with ugly faces, gritted their teeth, and stood up one after another.

"Oh, I didn't expect that there are still a dozen rats left that have not been killed, I don't know if I overestimated the power of the trap, or underestimated your ability!" The Demon King rubbed his chin, but from that still handsome face, there was no joy or sorrow, or because the centipede-like scar was too hideous.

"Up, fight!" Du Ze and Qiao Heng glanced at each other, and then burst out with the Yuan Force of their whole bodies at the same time, and rushed towards the group of minions in the lead.

"The cultivation is not low, no wonder you dare to break into my Black Cliff Village at night!" The Demon King of the Mixed World snapped his fingers, and a group of bandits under his command each let out a scream, raising the weapons in their hands to face the battle.

In the entire hall, the smell of alcohol was still permeated a moment ago, and this moment it was full of murder!

There were hundreds of bandits, with varying levels of cultivation on their bodies, besieging more than a dozen people.

Even if the cultivation of these dozen or so people far surpassed that of any of these bandits, they had consumed a lot of physical strength before, and now the good tiger couldn't stand the wolves, so he couldn't do a suppressive killing, but fought hard.

But the gap in cultivation is always there.

For example, a thief who cultivated to the fourth layer of the Kaiyuan Realm gave Du Ze a punch with all his strength, and the damage suffered by Du Ze was insignificant.

But if Du Ze fights back with a backhand, the bandit will be crippled if he is either dead or disabled!

After a long time, Du Ze and the others finally saved some of the situation, and seven or eight people died on their side, and only six people were still fighting bloodily.

On the bandit side, forty or fifty people have been killed or wounded, and in terms of overall strength, neither side has taken much advantage.

"Kill, kill them all!" Du Ze was covered in blood, and the magic weapon sledgehammer in his hand had already smashed people to the point of deformation.

And the three-inch long sword that Qiao Heng was holding was also riddled with holes, and the sharp blade was covered with serrations of different sizes.

The remaining four people also kept gasping for breath, although they also had injuries on their bodies, they were still standing there, and they still had the strength to fight.

"Heh, I didn't expect that a group of rats are quite tenacious!" The Demon King of the Mixed World sat there all the time, drinking slowly, without any worried look at all.

"The situation is not optimistic, there is still a general on the other side who has not made a move, and our physical strength is about to run out!" Qiao Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were always staring at the Demon King of the Mixed World.

The battle situation was stalemate at this moment.

The remaining bandits, although they are still eyeing each other, do not dare to act rashly anymore.

After all, the strength of Qiao Heng and the others made them feel jealous.

"Damn, what about the second master, if he was here, we wouldn't have fought so hard!" I don't know which thief was the first to speak, muttering unpleasantly.

"Yes, didn't you drink with us just now? Why aren't you here now?" Hearing this, everyone realized that the second boss was not present.

"It can't be an escape, right?"

"It shouldn't be, no matter how much time I fight, the two leaders are the first to take the lead, and they have never escaped!"

Everyone was puzzled, and they all set their eyes on the Demon King of the Mixed World.

"Whoever behaves well, Lao Tzu can make him the second master at any time!" said the Demon King of the Mixed World.

"What, the owner of the village, what you said is true?" the thieves' eyes lit up when they heard this.

"When am I going to stop talking?" the Demon King of the Mixed World asked rhetorically.

"I can be the second in charge!" the group of bandits began to breathe rapidly, and their eyes began to glow.

"It's not good, the morale of these guys is up again!" Qiao Heng's eyes contracted.

"Whatever, kill!" Du Ze gritted his teeth and swung his sledgehammer away again.

"Among these people, you are the strongest, then, let's kill you first!" Suddenly, the Demon King of the Mixed World spoke leisurely, only stretched out one finger, and slowly moved towards Du Ze!

"Hmm!" Du Ze suddenly felt his whole body tighten, and then his whole body movement was forced to stop.

"Hell, I'm ...... Why can't I move?" he broke out in a cold sweat, no matter how hard he tried, as if his body was no longer his own, and he couldn't move at all!

"This, what kind of magic is this?" Qiao Heng and the others were shocked.

"Haha, the owner of the village has made a move, then he is dead, his head, I want to die!" A thief rushed in with a wild laugh, slashed with a big knife in his hand, and went straight to Du Ze's neck!

"Oh no!" Du Ze had blue muscles on his forehead, and he could only watch in the face of the oncoming big knife!

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a stone flew from outside the main hall and pierced directly through the back of the bandit's hand!

"Ahh

"Huh?" the Demon King of the Mixed World raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Who?"

"Yes...... Who saved me?" Du Ze found that he was able to act again, and hurriedly took two steps back and returned to Qiao Heng's side.

"Oh, it's only been a while, it's been so lively, fortunately it's just in time!" came a lazy voice from outside the hall.

"This ...... This voice is ......" Du Ze, Qiao Heng and the others were all shocked, followed by their eyes widening, and their breathing became short.

As the footsteps approached, a figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Hahaha, it's you, it's you, you're not dead!" Du Ze was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered from his shock and laughed happily......