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Immediately, the sarcastic words sounded in Mo Yuan's ears with sarcasm, "Since you want to be qualified, then Uncle Ben will tell you, whether Uncle Ben is qualified or not, and ...... No one can call himself the king in front of Uncle Ben! ”

"Presumptuous!" Mo Yuan's purple eyes turned cold when he heard this, and after a cold shout, he launched an attack on the Dark Cold Feng.

Stygian Han Feng still maintained the posture of contempt for everything with his hands on his forehead, and slowly lifted his ...... A finger, a little void in the direction where Mo Yuan was.

With a "bang", Mo Yuan was directly hit by an invisible force and flew upside down.

Stygian Han Feng raised his hand again, and the grass suddenly grew wildly, sweeping towards Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't have time to struggle, and was tied up by a bundle of terrifyingly thick weeds.

Damn, it's just a bunch of weeds, why can't he break free?

Mo Yuan felt that the common sense he had built up over the past tens of thousands of years had been shattered in an instant.

"Now, do you think Uncle Ben is still qualified?" Looking at Mo Yuan, who was tied up by weeds, Shen Han Feng smiled very happily.

Mo Yuan's face gradually darkened.

"You...... Not Terran! "Mo Yuan, this is not a question, but an affirmation.

Neither affirmation nor denial, Stygian Han Feng just shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's still the same sentence just now, I'll ask you to answer." After the first three points of the purple gold plane, the demon race went to the underworld and completely occupied the underworld, what are you still doing in the Phantom Beast Continent? ”

"Why did this king sue ......?"

Before Mo Yuan's words were finished, he only heard a "poof", and a slender weed directly penetrated the middle of his chest from his back, and a drop of dark green blood dripped from the tender grass tip, and even bent the grass tip.

Mo Yuan was shocked, this was impossible, his Demon God Refining Body was about to be cultivated to the highest level, not to mention an ordinary artifact, it was His Majesty the Demon God's most beloved weapon, it would just make him suffer a little bit of injury.

A seemingly lethal weed, which broke with a single force, actually penetrated his heart? How is this possible?

"Uncle Ben said that no one can claim to be the king in front of Uncle Ben, at least you are not qualified enough!" After a pause, Stygian Han Feng smiled wickedly and continued: "Say, why? ”

"You think the king will tell you?" Mo Yuan's purple eyes were even colder, he was a noble demon and had never been threatened by others.

"Poof", another weed, pierced Mo Yuan's heart.

"Uncle Ben advises you to say what Uncle Ben wants to know, otherwise, ......" After a pause, Ming Hanfeng clapped his hands.

A slender little tree man suddenly came out of the ground, it shook the immature canopy, supported the ground with its hands, pulled its legs out of the ground, kicked off the **** soil, the little tree man kicked innocent eyes, pulled out a few times from his own canopy, took a transparent glass bottle, and handed it to the front of the dark cold maple.

Stygian Han Feng took the glass bottle, patted the little tree man's head, and said, "Little guy, you did a good job!" ”

The little tree man squirmed, and an expression called "shy" flashed on his cracked and wood-grained face.

"Ahhh~" As soon as the transparent small bottle was taken over by the Stygian Han Feng, it immediately erupted into a heart-rending scream, but the momentum of the scream was slightly insufficient.

"Stop screaming, noisy!" Stygian Kaede said impatiently.

As soon as these words came out, the screams came to an abrupt end.

"Yes......" Mo Yuan was stunned, and lightly opened his thin lips and spit out a name, "Blood Wuchen!" ”

"Yo, Uncle Ben was just a test to do it, I didn't expect you to know each other! Then things will be easy to do! ”