With a devastating blow, the Infernal Hell Knife impacted the defense built by the old monster, but in front of the Infernal Hell Knife, all the defenses of the old monster were shattered layer by layer like foam, and the indestructible Infernal Hell Knife even cut the rod of the best treasure weapon in two, and then slashed through the old monster's newly seized young body.

A terrible cry sounded in the Infernal Hell, the wound left after the Infernal Hell Knife was corroding the flesh of the old monster, and the demonic energy not only prevented the wound from healing, but was rapidly devouring the blood and vitality that overflowed from the wound, and even the soul was trembling, as if facing the threat of a powerful heaven and earth.

"Boy, how dare you?" The old monster was so frightened that he couldn't live with his soul: "You can't live if you kill me, since you don't make me feel better, I won't let you have a good time, do you think I'm really afraid of you?"

"I don't need you to be afraid, I just need you to die. Feng Jiliu raised the magic knife again against the injured old monster, although the magic knife slashed through his body, but it couldn't kill him, the vitality of the monks in the Danhai Realm was still very strong, especially the soul of the Divine Soul Realm, and he couldn't die so easily.

The magic knife slashed through the old monster's body again, and the wound that had not yet healed collapsed because of the knife again, and the old monster could feel the vitality and blood in this body being rapidly drained and devoured, which he could not allow. If you lose this body, not to mention whether you can escape from this space, even if you escape from this space, you can't exist for a long time, after all, the only chance to take it has been used.

"Stop, boy, let's have a good talk. "The old monster is scared, he doesn't want to die yet, whether the other party is really afraid of death or not, he doesn't want to die anyway.

Wind Polar Flow doesn't care about the other party at all, the time of the Infernal Hell Space is built with the help of the magic knife with the life and vitality of Wind Extreme Flow, and even the overdrawn essence blood, and it can't exist for a long time, you must kill the old monster in the fastest time, otherwise you will be the one who dies.

The criss-crossing wounds began to spread on the body, the old monster couldn't bear it anymore, and this body was also useless, since it was death, it couldn't die like this, it was necessary to pull the other party, and the eyes were ruthless at the moment: "Boy, this is what you forced me, since you want me to die, then let's die together!"

No one will choose to blow themselves up until they are in a desperate situation, and self-explosion is also the only choice in the desperate situation of the weaker side of the two parties who do not die, in order to not let the other party have a good time, and he will pull a cushion when he is dying.

The old monster's self-explosion came very suddenly and decisively, and if it dragged on, there were more body wounds, more vitality and essence blood were lost, and the power of the self-explosion would also be reduced, so the old monster launched the most desperate move in time and decisively, and it may be the best choice to die together.

He had long expected the old monster's self-detonation Wind Extreme Flow, but he didn't have the ability to stop it, and the self-explosion of a sixth-layer monk in the Danhai Realm didn't dare to face it even if it was a monk in the late stage of the Danhai Realm, let alone the Wind Extreme Current.

The power of the body's self-explosion was too amazing, and the infernal hell space built by the Infernal Hell Knife collapsed instantly due to the impact of the power of the explosion, and the wind polar flow holding the magic knife was thrown out fiercely, and flew backwards for hundreds of meters before stopping, if it weren't for the Infernal Hell Knife blocking most of the attacks, I'm afraid that the wind pole flow would be injured immediately.

However, at this moment, the wind and extreme flow are no different from death, and they have lost most of their lives by forcibly constructing the Infernal Hell Space by overdrawing everything in their bodies, and now they have been severely injured by the self-explosion of the old monster, and they can't stand up anymore at this moment. It was as if he had fallen into an endless slumber, and if it weren't for the accident, he might never have woken up.

Although Feng Jiliu did not react, he still held the Infernal Hell Knife tightly with both hands, as if the unyielding in his bones made him rather die than give up the knife, giving up means that he can no longer control this knife, and it also means that he has lost control of the demon.

The heirs of Tianxingmen can die, but they must not lose, let alone lose to a magic knife. Even if the wind is dead, he still holds the knife in his hand, and no one wants to take it away.

Injured by the old demon's self-explosion, the Infernal Hell Knife also suffered a lot of pressure, and it was not so excited and active at the moment, and it looked a little sluggish.

As if feeling the demonic nature in the bones of the Wind Pole Stream and the unyielding will, the magic knife rarely chose to retreat, as if a thinking soul was quietly gazing at the Wind Pole Stream.

A person's inner firmness and perseverance are so deep-rooted, the spirit of never giving in and the invincible spirit seem to be an innate belief, and the courage to die is even more commendable, even in the face of death, he is so calm, using death to protect his faith and cognition, maybe he is the real devil!

This earth-shattering battle has long made the surrounding monsters and beasts flee when they hear the wind, and at this moment, the corpse of the wind and the extreme flow is lying quietly in the black pine forest, without a trace of breath, only the breeze in the forest blows through the tattered clothes of the wind and the extreme flow seems to tell people that there is a corpse here, and there was a battle about death here.

Lying quietly like this, I don't know how long it took, a demon beast that happened to pass by saw the corpse of the wind pole flow, and thought it was a good delicacy, but when I saw the wind pole flow death clenched to the undulating demonic energy on the infernal hell knife surging from time to time, I was immediately frightened and turned around and ran, the demonic breath was still flowing, death tightly surrounded the wind pole flow, although it was a corpse, but as an animal, the instinct still felt danger and fear from the depths of the soul, so I chose to run away without hesitation.

Is that still human? How does it look more terrifying than a big demon? And what the hell is that knife, what a terrible power, looking at it is like staring at hell.

Then I don't know how long it took for a second demon beast to pass by, and it made the same choice as the first demon beast.

I don't know how many times this thing has been repeated, and finally a powerful elk came not far from the wind and the extreme current, it did not choose to escape, because on its back sat a woman, a woman in a white robe with a delicate face, her appearance made no sound around her, as if she was the master of heaven and earth wherever she went, and any demon beast would prostrate and bow its head.

Looking at the corpse of the wind and the handle of the Infernal Hell Knife, the white-running woman with a delicate face floated down from the back of the elk, her movements were indescribably elegant and gentle, but Gujing Wubo finally had a trace of expression on his face, is this the Tianxingmen heir who overwhelmed all the opponents in the world?

Demon Venerable said that he had a catastrophe, but he didn't expect that Demon Venerable was really right, but he didn't expect it to be a step slower, and the catastrophe was really inevitable, but did he still have a chance to stand up? Maybe only Demon Venerable can know.

It's time to take him to see the Demon Venerable, the Demon Venerable, who hasn't seen anyone for three hundred years, actually wants to see him, maybe the Demon Venerable should already know about his situation.

The white-robed woman slowly walked in front of Feng Jiliu, and the first thing that caught her eye was a resolute face, which was not as handsome and handsome as there were blood stains and scars, but she could still see his firmness and persistence at a glance; her slightly open eyes seemed to freeze, as if she was going to penetrate the boundary between life and death, and return to the world from the endless hell; her body was riddled with holes, her clothes had long been tattered, and the blood stains on her wounds had long been solidified, as if sensing the arrival of a strong man, and the Infernal Hell Knife had also died down, without any movement, no different from an ordinary knife。

It's just that when the white-robed woman's hand gently approached Feng Jiliu's face, the Infernal Hell Knife suddenly moved, as if to prevent anyone from approaching, but the white-robed woman turned a blind eye to the threat of the Infernal Hell Knife, and there was only that resolute face in her eyes.

"Master, is she dead?"

The elk's question on the side made the white-robed woman Demon Yue's hand win, and then immediately withdrew it, and said softly: "I don't know, take it back, maybe only the demon venerable knows." ”

As soon as Demon Yueying's hand moved, Feng Ji Liu slowly floated up to his body, and then landed on the back of the elk, of course, along with Feng Ji Liu, there was also the Infernal Hell Knife, and he never let go of his hand in death.

Demon Yueying followed the elk like a fairy of Lingbo and flew in the air, and everywhere he went, all beasts avoided it, unimpeded, and the identity of the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace did not dare to be presumptuous, and there was no demon who did not know.

No one knew what she was thinking.

Looking at the Heavenly Demon Palace, which was close to Chi, Demon Yue Ying seemed to retreat at this moment, probably because of that damn dream! How could she have such a shameful and nonsensical dream? Just looking at the wind and extreme flow close to Chi Chi Chi, she suddenly felt as if her dream had come true, but she didn't want her dream to come true, she didn't make any preparations.

Although he is a descendant of Tianxingmen who is famous and shocks the world, Demon Yueying and him have only met for the first time, and the other party seems to be dead.

When she arrived at the Heavenly Demon Palace, Demon Yueying personally took off the wind from the back of the elk, and walked towards the depths of the Heavenly Demon Palace with him and the knife in one hand, in the direction of the retreat where the Demon Venerable was located, she had just come a few days ago, but she didn't expect to come so soon.

The familiar Demon Moon Win went straight to the place where the Demon Venerable was retreating, and this time before the Demon Moon Win spoke, the Demon Venerable's voice had already come out first: "Finally here, I still haven't been able to escape this catastrophe, hey, my life cannot be violated!"

"Demon Venerable, is he still saved?"

Demon Yueying has already checked, Feng Jiliu is really no different from dead, her soul seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and her body is full of holes, even she is not sure!

"I don't know. ”

The old voice of the Demon Venerable made the Demon Moon Win also surprised, who can know what the omnipotent Demon Venerable doesn't know?

"Demon Venerable doesn't know, who else in this world knows?" Demon Yueying asked this sentence with a glimmer of hope, and the slight tremor in his voice did not hide from Demon Venerable's ears.

"You. Demon Venerable's voice was still old and short.

Demon Yueying was stunned for a moment, she didn't know when she left, and the last words of the Demon Venerable kept echoing in her mind: "Don't you already know, do what you know!"

All she knew was a dream, an unspeakable dream, and now she was going to turn her dream into reality with her own hands!