Shen Moli heard the sound and avoided the vital point, but a bloody wound was still cut on his waist.

General Xing rushed to the crown with anger, rushed with a sword and stabbed him, and Hongba said in a majestic voice: "Little demon, kill my soldiers, I want your blood to be splashed on the spot, and your soul will not return." "The words fell from the sword, the majestic swordsmanship, the knife was deadly. There is no spiritual power attached to the sword, but it is also powerful through Changhong, and it can cut thousands of enemies and horses.

Struggled to resist the fierce sword, Shen Moli relied on his smart footwork and sword power to avoid losing the wind. It's just that the violent wear and tear under the resistance of the sword qi made her sweat soaked in green clothes and her heart was anxious. If she is more than a force for a long time, she will not be an opponent of the general, and a long-term head-to-head confrontation will not be good for her.

Based on her familiarity with Mocheng, Shen Moli's plan surged, she gradually retreated, and shouted loudly: "You are a weak human race, it is not enough for me to be addicted to my mouth." Your fragile brother is not dead in my hands. If you have the courage to come with me, I will see if you will save your brother or I will swallow them all!"

One word aroused a thousand layers of ruthlessness, and the soldiers who were scattering to kill the people, hearing Shen Moli's demonic words, all turned to slash at her. Shen Moli was not in a hurry or fearless, taking advantage of General Xing's unpreparedness, he used his sword to overturn the dozen or so flagpoles leaning against the base of the wall, in exchange for a breath of time, and turned around and ran towards the depths of the remote alley......

On the other side, the little monster flew into a house hidden in the alley.

Inside the house, the broken earthen walls are topped with dilapidated bricks and tiles, and it seems that it has been uninhabited for a long time. In the inconspicuous ancient window, there are faint beams of light flickering on and off. At the crack in the cracked wall, a trace of brown mist floated out of the crack, fading into the air and diffusing into nothing.

The little monster's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light appeared. The fog should be in this dilapidated house. But whoever is leading the mist, it can't smell it.

Just about to enter, the decaying wooden door suddenly opened, and a sound with the same voice as it came from within: "The monster came to the hut in person, but it was inconvenient for the contemptible people to go out to greet him, and the monster was invited to enter the house by itself." ”

Sweeping the house, a black bat flapped its wings from the collapsed half-collapsed chimney, and the sound waves of flapping its wings and vibrating were strange fairy words that the little monster could not understand.

A ball of lacquered black demonic qi rose from the devil's claws, and the little demonic beast slammed towards the ground. The demonic energy of the ink mist swept over the broken house, and the house was shattered into ruins in an instant.

The brown afterimage flashed through the wall in the moment of collapse, and the corners of his eyes smiled, and he said sarcastically: "Mocheng was originally the residence of the demon clan, and only the demon beast and the demon clan have always been here without suppression, and the rest of the people have been suppressed by the taboo curse. I, an immortal clan, have no immortal power here. Why should the monsters be so eager to fight as soon as they meet?"

When I looked closely, the figure that flashed out of the house was similar to the little monster. If you are not of different races, you can really be mistaken for a monster twin.

On the face of the delicate cat, the two fangs are sharper than the tiger, the bat wings that are thinner than the insect wings, fanning the wisps of the breeze, and the yellow beast eyes are rippling with a strange smile, and the crescent moon is hooked. With a half-smiling expression, there is no immortal style of the immortal clan, and there is also a lack of the evil and gloomy spirit of the demon clan. On the lacquer-colored claws, the brown mist swirled, and the flickering light was dazzling in the fog.

It smiled evilly: "Half of the demon realm has returned to the immortals, and the holy appearance of the demon beast is really good, and it doesn't take much effort to provoke the various factions of the demon clan to kill each other, saving the power of the immortal clan's extermination." Today, if I swallow your demonic qi back to me, I will be the holy beast that truly belongs to the two races of immortals and demons. Warcraft, I used this trick more than you?"

The figure and voice of the claw scratching the brown mist are no different from the little monsters, but the expression is not as calm as the little monsters, but there are more demons and ruthlessness.

"I don't know if you have crossed the sea and drowned, but when it comes to hiding from the sky, compared with Hezu, saying that a zero score is an overestimation of you. The immortal holy beast has been reduced to the point where it can survive only by relying on other people's voices. Yunhe, for the illusion of my appearance, you are good at refining illusionary qi, and you are suffering from the pain of skin erosion, don't you regret it?" When the brown shadow came out of the house, it recognized the identity of the other party from the familiar eyes. The appearance can be changed, the voice can be changed, but everyone's unique eyes are difficult to change.

At the stinging place, the crane's face was twisted, and the cat's crane's face flickered alternately.

The crane has been admired by the immortals and humans for thousands of years, and even the demon clan has many people who regard the crane as a venerable. It covets the sense of superiority admired by all races, and cultivates the occasional illusion, trying to win the conversion of the demons with illusions. Unexpectedly, the illusory qi has its own acid and rot to invade the skin, and the cultivator can use the illusory qi to transform the appearance of others, but his own true appearance will also be destroyed by the illusory qi. When it learned the truth, it was disfigured.

Although it can conjure its own crane face, the perfect crane face always reminds it of its ruined appearance. The cone stings and makes it take on the face of a monster. I felt that no one could break the illusion of hiding from the world, and I didn't want the little monster to recognize him at a glance.

Filled with annoyance, Yunhe moved the mist in his hand and wrapped it around his fingertips. The fog leads to a thousand insects floating and rushing outward, as if to bind the demonic beast inside. The little monster opened its mouth and sucked it, and thousands of worm-like mist attracted it, like noodles, and it sucked it into its stomach. The demonic energy of the brown and black intersected from its body, and it surged towards the crane in terror.

"No, it can't be. Yunhe's pupils shrank, and he watched solemnly as the little demonic beast sucked up the fog. The fog is the root of controlling the illusion qi, containing thousands of poisons and Gu, and its lethality is no less than that of the immortal and demonic spiritual power. But the little monster swallowed it indifferently, this scene was too incredible, and it shocked Yunhe's eyes wide.

The brown and black demonic qi did not kill Yunhe, and the hemispheric transparent immortal shield poured up at the moment of the impact of the demonic qi, protecting Yunhe tightly. When the demonic energy dissipated, the crane spread its wings and flew up, and the wings of the bats and birds soared into the sky at a rapid speed, and they lost their lines in a few moments, leaving an aftermath echoing: "Warcraft, you can't kill me." The immortal survival and demon death are determined by the destiny of heaven. We're going to come a long way, and I'm going to leave you with no bones!"

The little monster sat down on the ground after confirming that Yun He had fled. The mist in its body strongly stimulates every cell around it, making it painful. Although the demonic beast can devour all things, its strength is still weak, and forcibly swallowing the mist that is more than a hundred times stronger than its own is also in danger of supporting the demonic qi.

It held its breath and condensed the demonic qi that was about to disperse, forcing itself to quickly digest the excessive and powerful fog. The brutal demonic qi and the fog intertwined, exuding a fierce impact, shattering the houses in the alley. The flickering brown aura flickered and collided in the little demonic beast's body, as if looking for a gap to break away. Under the strong impact, the demonic qi of the little demonic beast violently encircled, and the two forces collided and fused, sinking one side into a hundred feet.

Controlling the demonic qi of the whole body, the worry between the eyes of the little demonic beast swept by, and a thought was distracted in his heart: Mo Li, I'm sorry. I can't control the fog for the time being, that group of soldiers, you can settle it by yourself......

In the distraction gap, the brown aura suddenly hit the little demonic beast's heart, and a wisp of salty throat gushed out. The little demonic beast endured the pain of devouring its heart and bones, closed its mouth tightly, and tightly controlled the demonic energy.

On the collapsed broken bricks two miles away, Qi Yan and Shen Yuan looked at the demonic beast from afar, their faces expressionless.

At the same moment when the little demonic beast's heart was hit, Shen Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, can you take the opportunity to kill the demonic beast?"

Qi Yan just shook his head, his thin lips exuding a hint of ice and did not answer, and led Shen Yuan to pace towards the secret passage of Mocheng.