Like a substantial demonic qi gushing out, Yan Zhi and Qingwu were invincible, both fell to the ground, the black curtain fence was shattered in half, Yan Zhi's appearance was exposed to everyone's field of vision, but who would pay attention to these at this time?

Now is the time of life and death.

The Demon Lord in Yan Zhi's body seems to be able to foresee that if she does not merge with the madwoman, then the world she lives in will be full of devastation and ruled by this monster.

She couldn't take it.

'Crazy woman, I wanted to see more of the world, but now it seems that I don't have a chance. Let's merge. She made up her mind, her voice full of determination.

If there was a second choice, she really wouldn't fuse with Yan Zhi, but unfortunately, the world didn't give her this chance.

The fusion of the Vermilion Bird Divine Soul can be said to be a nirvana rebirth, first death, and finally resurrection, which is an extreme pain, whether it is Suzaku or Phoenix, it must go through these.

The Demon Lord's body gradually cracked, and the fiery red glow enveloped her entire body.

Qingwu looked at Yan Zhi, as if he suddenly understood something.

When the demon attacked her, Qingwu dodged in front of Yan Zhi.

The dragon scale sword broke through the shackles and returned to Qing Wu's hand, and as soon as he swung his sword, a dragon roar rose into the sky, and a trace of dragon patterns appeared between his eyebrows.

It's still the same, but the temperament has changed drastically.

He is Qingwu, and he is Fengjing.

The wailing sound from the Suzaku behind him made him frown, even if the monster created by the phoenix in front of him was very strong, he didn't back down.

The silver-white dragon scale sword swung out, and a white light slashed towards the resentful demon, this sword qi was no longer comparable to Qingwu.

The resentful demon is not interested in Feng Jing, he has only one purpose, and that is to kill Yan Zhi, which is the mission that has been engraved into his bone marrow since his birth.

Fengjing kills the undead resentful demons, and the resentful demons have no way to take Fengjing now, so under the stalemate, the little monster was killed by the three major races, and Suzaku's nirvana is about to end.

Suddenly, there was a bird's chirping in the sky, and a glow of light possessed the demon on his body, and in an instant, the demon cultivation rose sharply, and he was no longer afraid of Feng Jing in an instant, and just when the claws were about to pierce Feng Jing's chest, the blazing and flamboyant Cheng Yan swung over, and a sword broke through the protection of the evil demon, and his arm fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The pain made the resentful demon angry, and the already small amount of reason was more and more gone, he only knew how to attack Yan Zhi, as for the rest, he didn't care.

Now the flame is much more dazzling than the previous one, and with a swing of the sword, it actually ignites the black-brown seawater, and a large area of flame burns brightly, and the flame cannot be extinguished, but it traps the resentful demon.

He couldn't go up, he couldn't get down, he was just stuck there.

The resentful demon can't speak, he doesn't have a sanity, he is like a weapon, specially crafted, a sharp weapon to deal with Yan Zhi.

A woman in a xia dress stood in mid-air, her appearance was gorgeous, but there was a sense of solemnity and sacredness, no matter the fairy gate, the demon clan or the demon clan, no one dared to look directly at her face.

Feng Jing had a moment of dapplication when he saw Yan Zhi like this, but it was just a moment, not because he didn't love it, but because he took into account Yan Zhi's emotions.

Most of the demi-divine power of the Vermilion Bird God was poured into the Cheng Flame, coupled with the power of the Dragon Scale Sword, the resentful demon who had just been born and had not had time to do anything was split in half, and the rich demonic qi was also halved by everything.

At this moment, the ground collapsed, and everyone felt the squeeze, the squeeze of the space.

All living beings find it difficult to breathe.