"Bugs, don't think that this will imprison an Abyss Lord, I'll come back to you!!"

When Kyris moved his foot, Mephistopheles under him immediately began to curse again, but this time he only repeated the curse just now, then turned his head and stared at the direction of the teleportation array in the sky, and the bright color in his eyes quickly dimmed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And beside the stand-in puppet, not only did the two former demigod mages remain silent from beginning to end for the small movements of the demon lord, but even Kyris only glanced at the stand-in puppet under him before fixing his gaze on the demon essence in his hand again.

"This can't be!!"

The eyes that were about to die suddenly froze, and Mephistopheles screamed in horror and trembled involuntarily.

"What do you think Lao Tzu was doing just now! That doppelganger, hehe..."

With a strange smile, Kyris backhanded out a larger ball of demonic essence, which fused with the one in his hand to form a dark green liquid ball the size of half a human himself. Immediately, the half-elf mage pressed his hands, and the volume of the liquid ball suddenly shrank to the size of a watermelon, and then it was pressed, and it shrank to the size of a human head again, so after seven or eight times of compression and condensation, Kairris pinched a palm-sized green crystal in his hand with a satisfied face, and after observing for a long time, he turned his head and continued to look at the silent Demon Lord with a dead face, the corners of his mouth turned up, and Kairris was full of mockery.

"I heard that in the Endless Abyss, there are more demon species that are far more cunning than the Dreaded Demon King, especially an ancient lord who was once famous for his fraud..."

The Demon Lord's expression with a sad face froze for a moment, and then he looked up at Kelris, and when his eyes met, the cold voice of the half-elf mage floated out again.

"Do you think I won't be able to find it if I place it in the outer void?"

A playful smile flickered in her emerald pupils, and a little blue starlight suddenly appeared in Kelrith's other hand.

"By the way, if you keep it, will it be possible that a steady stream of demons will rush in to save you?"

"Mortal, you're playing with fire!"

After struggling to stand up, shaking her hands a little awkwardly to get used to her new body, Mephistopheles looked at the elven mage in front of her for the first time, and her cold voice contained no emotions other than bottomless gloom.

"Oh, could it be that this is not just a space-time beacon? or..."

Glancing at the Demon Lord with a cold face, Kyris tilted his head slightly and continued.

"Does it contain the coordinates of a certain abyss world?"

"Kyrryth..."

At the same time, it was not only Mephistopheles who changed color, but the two former demigod mages beside him finally changed their silence, especially Medivan couldn't help but take a step forward, staring at the blue starlight in the hands of the half-elf mage, and said with a nervous expression.

If it is just a simple space-time lighthouse, then under the outer defense and spatial interference of Azeroth's metamorphosis, it is impossible for any demon to sense this space-time lighthouse that has entered the inner layer of the world, but if it is an abyss coordinate, then it is possible to directly hook up to an abyssal world through its reverse teleportation.

And what can make Mephistopheles the last retreat is naturally not some abyssal small world, it is very likely that it is the abyssal nest that the other party has cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, once it is connected to the abyss world of this level, even if the space cave is small, it is easy to attract many unpredictable terrifying existences, and even the coordinates of Azeroth will be completely leaked.

Of course, the premise of all this is that someone takes the initiative to penetrate this coordinate, although Medivan thinks that it is impossible for a normal Azeroth native species to do such a thing, but after all, it is not without precedent, especially the half-elf in front of him, no matter how he looks at it, it doesn't look like a normal product.

"Mortal, it seems, do you need strength so much?"

There was a hint of evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and Mephistopheles, who lived in the body of the stand-in puppet, said slowly, and his voice had a hint of natural temptation at some point.

"Oh, first and foremost, I hate my pets and pretend to be in front of me!"

Raising his eyebrows and hugging his chest, looking at "himself" who was close at hand, Kyris whispered a word and kicked Mephistopheles in his angry expression, and immediately, a crystal whip appeared in the half-elf mage's hand.

"Let you pretend, let you seduc, let you... Such a!!"

After the whipping, he continued to whip, facing the demon lord who had no resistance and the power to fight back on the ground, Kyrreth scolded while scolding for all kinds of nonsensical reasons, and whipped a few times every now and then, although the crystal whip never left any scars on the opponent's body, but Mephistopheles, who was whipped, kept letting out a painful wail, trying his best to avoid Kyrris's whipping.

"Oh oh! I'm sorry! Senior, do you want to come to Shuangyi, whipping the Demon Lord is not a lot of things, and it may take a long time to encounter it next time!"

After a full quarter of an hour of enthusiastic drinking, Kelreth raised his head unsatisfied, and then saw a pair of mother and son beside him looking at him with strange faces, and the half-elf mage suddenly raised the crystal whip in his hand with some embarrassment, and said to Medivan, although the half-elf with a bad taste actually wants to hand it over to Egwen, but it seems that it is a little indecent to let the female mage whip in front of her son, so she can only target Medivan, an old friend and preparing friend.

"Uh..."

A trace of cold sweat appeared on his face, Medivan hesitated for a moment and then took the crystal whip, and then found that Mephistopheles on the ground was secretly observing them, the corners of his mouth twitched and then flicked a whip to him slightly, watching the demon lord start to cry wolf again, the astral mage turned his head and glanced at the crystal whip in his hand, and praised with some awareness.

"Whole good thing!"

As an astral mage, the void is naturally a place he has often traveled to before, although the scope of exploration is not large, but he has also encountered one or two worlds that have been destroyed by the demon army, among which he has even seen the battle of a demon lord with his own eyes, and naturally knows how terrifying this level of demon is, and now although the demon lord in front of him is sealed in a stand-in puppet, the crystal whip in Medivan's hand is not an ordinary long whip that destroys the flesh, it obviously has a more wonderful deep principle, is it... Soul.

As soon as the corners of his mouth pulled, Medivan began to officially take over the work of Kelris, and the more intensive whipping covered the demon lord on the ground, and even sobbed, the former demigod mage seemed to think of some tragic past, and the intensity became more and more fierce, until he found that the wailing under him was gone, Medivan came back to his senses, and glanced at Kelrith with a strange smile on his face embarrassedly, and then threw the long whip in his hand.

"How's it going, my Maharaja, this set of services is quite comfortable!"

Kyris didn't expect Medivan to enjoy this kind of thing so much, sure enough, the mages are a little perverted, the half-elf mage complained and walked a few steps to the side of Mephistopheles, who looked dying, and said with a low smile.

"Mortal, you also want to enslave me? hehe, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Her closed eyes snapped open, and Mephistopheles glared at Kylereth.

"Oh, I didn't expect His Excellency the Maharaja to enjoy it so much, Eun, then I know, Medivan, this thing said he still wants your whipping, come on..."

With an eyebrow jumping, Kyris looked up at Medivan and greeted.

"Wait!"

With a blue face, Mephistopheles grabbed Kyrryth's greeting hand and whispered.

"You can't enslave me, you should know that even for the dignity of the abyss, I will cut myself off, and I will be a good man again in tens of thousands of years!"

"Mephistopheles, I gave you, but there is only one option for multiple choices!"

Staring coldly at the face in front of him that looked like 100% of himself, Kyrreth grabbed it with one hand, and a crystal spear appeared in his hand.

"Choose, my Maharaja!" (To be continued.) )