"Why can I feel the breath of the Dreadlord?"

Wanzhi's eyes flashed with green light, and there seemed to be an unwilling soul in her body that was restless, constantly trying to seize control of her body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Are you okay?"

Qinglian looked at Wanzhi in front of her with some concern, the evil aura emanating from the latter's body made her feel very uncomfortable, reminiscent of the similar mutation that day in the Forbidden Land of Warcraft, there was also a similar mutation on the underworld, which always made Qinglian have a sense of déjà vu.

"I ......"

Wanzhi closed her eyes and felt the evil energy of her body, which was an unprecedented sense of power, as if she could easily destroy a city with a single move.

"Judging from the fluctuations in your body, you should have the strength of the Great Magister, but why do I feel another soul in your body?"

Qinglian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she seemed to be very puzzled by Wanzhi's abnormality.

"Could it be that the life of demons will exist in evil energy, and as long as the evil energy is not destroyed, they can live forever?"

The purple-red heart of the Dread Demon King has been tempered by Hua Yunfan's three-flavor true fire, and it stands to reason that there should not be the remnants of the Dread Demon King's soul in it.

Then the rest may be that the evil power of the Fear Demon King himself may also contain a trace of his crippled consciousness.

"It seems that I do have the soul of the Dreadlord in my body, and he is constantly trying to take control of my body, but the good thing is that ...... The Sword God has passed on to me a meditation technique so that I can barely suppress him! Looks like I have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Wan Zhi sighed in her heart, when she was absorbing this demon's heart before, she had thought that there might be a mutation, but she didn't expect the mutation to come so suddenly and quickly.

"Where else can you go?"

When she heard Wanzhi mention the sword god, Qinglian's heart trembled slightly, and when she thought of the benefactor she had never met, there was always a trace of expectation in her heart.

"I have done so many sins in my time as a sorcerer, and I must find a way to clear my sins...... I will continue to go back to hibernation in the Black Forest!"

Wanzhi thought of Xue Wei's lovely face in her eyes, and infinite tenderness swelled up in her heart, only in this way could she wash away her sins.

"But when you go back, won't those demons find a way to wipe out your mind?"

A trace of solemnity flashed in Qinglian's eyes, returning to the Black Forest was undoubtedly self-defeating in a sense,

"Even if I don't go, will the demons give up on me? After I have exhausted my life force, my life must be maintained by evil energy, as long as I am still using evil energy, no matter how far I hide, they can easily find me!"

Looking at Qinglian's worried gaze, Wanzhi comforted and said, "Don't worry, do you remember Ming?"

Qinglian nodded, as a demon servant, he dared to kill the Fear Demon King, which shows that the relationship between the demon and the warlock is quite intriguing.

"If the demon wants to come to this world, there must be a warlock in it to summon us, for the warlock who has reached the level of the Great Magister, it is a strategic substance for them, even the fear demon king does not dare to kill them easily!"

Wanzhi had a smile on her face, but in fact, she was very nervous about the decision to return to the Black Forest, and she couldn't let go of Xiao Xuewei, who had only known her for a few days, but the reality was so cruel.

"Hey!"

Qinglian sighed lightly, and the two of them walked side by side on a cobblestone forest path, and a bright moon like a jade plate hung high in the sky, sprinkling a bright but lonely moonlight.

............

Sun Qitian was sitting in a secret room in Huaguo Mountain, Zhu Biao had fallen asleep early at this time, and a monkey man with a goatee beside him, leaning on a crutch carved with a dragon's head, walked in tremblingly.

"Jin Lao, haven't you slept yet?"

Sun Qitian closed a yellowed notebook in his hand, which recorded the days when he was ignorant and followed Xiongwang Hongtu.

"The enemy is currently sleepless, and the king hasn't slept either?"

Jin Lao's cloudy pupils looked at Sun Qitian's slowly closed notebook, and an imperceptible chill flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

Sun Qitian sat up straight, a chair made of vines in front of his desk actually moved on its own, walked to the burly Jin Lao, and motioned for him to sit down.

"Thank you, King Meiyi!"

Jin Lao sat on the rattan chair, allowing the chair to bring himself to the book, he looked at the notebook that Sun Qitian had accepted, and said with a smile: "King, are you still reminiscing about the old days?"

Sun Qitian had a trace of nostalgia on his face, as if he remembered the days in the past when he could roam in the human world unscrupulously under Hong Tu's broad arms, he smiled slightly and nodded at the Jin Lao in front of him.

Although at their strength, it doesn't matter much whether there is candlelight or not, but there are still a few candles lit in this stone room.

The dim firelight flickered, lining the remembrance in Sun Qitian's eyes, which made him look extremely lonely.

A cold glint flashed in Jin Lao's eyes, and he still looked sick, and said to Sun Qitian in front of him:

"I just got a tip, the Spider Empress has joined forces with the Black Forest, I'm afraid we will be difficult to resist this time, you must know that this half of the Demon Beast Mountain Range can be supported by you and Zhu Biao alone for a long time......!

"Shut up!"

Sun Qitian slapped the table, looked at the old Jin Lao in front of the desk, and his face gradually eased: "Jin Lao, you must be tired, rest as soon as possible!"

"Hey!"

Jin Lao slowly stood up from the rattan chair, and after taking two steps, he turned back to Sun Qitian again and said, "Even if the king is unwilling to replace Qinglian, for the sake of my clan, you have to think twice before acting!

Seeing Sun Qitian sitting on the chair expressionlessly, Jin Lao sighed lightly before turning around and walking out.

The dim candlelight flickered, Sun Qitian sighed, stroked the diary that wrote the history of Hongtu, and slowly put it into a beautiful cardboard box.

Jin Lao walked out of the door of the stone room, under the moonlight, there was a long figure with horns dragged under him, and a trace of imperceptible green light flashed in his cloudy eyes just now, looking at the place where Wanzhi was just now and smiled slightly:

"Is there another fallen angel?"