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The Demon Lord and the Devil have been talking and stopped, since the last battle with Liu Baimei, he suffered a secret loss, and he has been haunted until a few months have passed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info∵ eight ∵ eight ∵ read ∵ books, .↗.▲o

"What are you afraid of, even if some people die, our strength can still defeat Fang Zhou!"

Standing in the corner of the main hall, the Demon King was shocked, hugged his arms, walked out with steps, looked at the Demon Lord and the Ghost Elder, and then stared at Leng Wuxin.

At this time, Leng Wuxin sat cross-legged in the main hall, pinching the seal in his hand as for the dantian, as if practicing, but there was a copper talisman suspended on his head.

The bronze talisman was the size of a palm, rectangular in shape, but the corners were like swallowtails, the texture was shabby but ancient, and the blood-red cinnabar on it outlined a strange symbol that was particularly eye-catching, because every flicker would leave a magic mark on Leng Wuxin's face.

After a long time, Leng Wuxin put away the bronze talisman, opened the strange colored pupils, and then stood up calmly and looked at the two people behind him.

"What's unusual in Fang Zhou lately?"

The old ghost of the Demon Lord saw the strangeness before Leng Wuxin, and for some reason, there was a chill in his heart, and he hurriedly said, "It's still the same, there is nothing abnormal!"

Leng Wuxin nodded, then looked at the Demon King Jing Feihong, and said, "What I wanted, I got it?"

Jing Feihong nodded and took out a basin from his arm, but it was more like a bowl used by monks than a basin.

It's just that this bowl is dark and crystal clear, and the carved lines are clear and mysterious, and if you look closely, you find that it is exactly the same as the magic patterns on Leng Wuxin's face before.

As soon as the bowl was in his hand, the corners of Leng Wuxin's mouth curled slightly, and a coldness in his eyes shot straight into the bowl, and he murmured, "Bowl Demon Mi... Bowl Magic...!"

A long series of magic words drove the bronze talisman to spin on the bowl, and the faster and faster it turned, the circulating magic patterns bloomed on the bronze talisman, reflecting the magic patterns on the bowl body, and then the magic patterns on Leng Wuxin's face also lit up.

The three are one, the black bowl is out of Leng Wuxin's palm, suspended in the main hall, and it quickly becomes larger, and finally becomes the size of a small mountain before stopping, fortunately, the main hall is big enough, otherwise it really can't accommodate this black bowl.

"Lord Leng, what kind of treasure is this?"

The Demon Monarch Ghost Old Man was curious, staring at the black bowl deadly, his eyes were full of greed, with his guess, what could make Leng Wuxin care must have come from the hands of the Black Emperor.

Leng Wuxin ignored the curiosity of the ghost elder, stepped forward, pinched out the mark in his hand, and the black qi enveloped his body, and slowly lifted up, until he climbed to the mouth of the bowl and did not stop.

"Do you want to know what this is?"

Leng Wuxin's face was pale, and his colorful eyes changed color in his eyes, looking at the ghost old indifferently, without a trace of fluctuation.

The ghost elder nodded excitedly, and did not notice the mockery and sympathy in the eyes of the demon king Jing Feihong on the side.

"Come and see!"

Leng Wuxin pointed to the black gas rising from the mouth of the bowl, as if there was some treasure in it, and his eyes were full of madness.

"Well... Hey...!"

The ghost old man rose from the ground, and in a flash, he came to Leng Wuxin's side, and then looked down at the bowl seriously.

"It's... This... Is it...?"

The ghost old man's face was pale, and the pupils of his eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Sacrifice your life to the great Dark God!"

The ghost old man turned his head, looking at Leng Wuxin with desperate eyes, and shook his head frequently.

However, the other party didn't even look at him, and a death duel in his hand was struck, which was directly imprinted on the head of the ghost elder.