The yin qi that soared into the sky quickly turned into a black dragon, circling around everyone's heads, sweeping away all the evil qi around them.

The Soul Suppression Banner in Xie Zhengliu's hand crushed the Soul Suppression Banner in the hand of the Thousand Lines Sword with a terrifying and terrifying force, and even took away the control of most of the ghosts in one fell swoop.

When Qianxing Dao realized that something was wrong, he waved the Soul Banner again to fight against Xie Zhengliu, but he had already lost his first move. He summoned a black tiger with a little skill, roaring and tangling with the black dragon overhead.

"Where did you come from, you are so familiar with the treasure of the demon race, and you dare to compete with me?" Qianxing Dao felt that he was firmly suppressed, and the qi and blood in his heart continued to surge.

And Xie Zhengliu replied in a deliberately low voice: "This is originally my thing, and I am naturally familiar with it." You call me a child, but I don't know that in my opinion, you are a naïve junior, and you dare to use the master's things to fight back against the master! ”

After speaking, she intercepted a few wisps of demonic qi escaping from the body of the Thousand Lines Knife and threw them into the Soul Suppression Banner, increasing the intensity of urging the Soul Suppression Banner.

For a while, the wind howled in the entire Crying Ghost City, and the ghosts cried.

Xie Zhengliu looked at Qianxing Dao's gaze that suddenly became frightened, and sneered in his heart, and the movements in his hands were faster.

Although she didn't recognize this banner at first, after holding it in her hand, Xie Zhengliu suddenly remembered that this was the first magic weapon she had refined when she learned the art of refining with the human race after becoming a demon master.

It's just that in the next few hundred years, she has always carried this banner with her, and this thing has absorbed the residual power of her conquest in all directions, so she has slowly promoted to the rank by herself and has become one of the treasures of the demon race today.

Even though the spirit of this banner has disappeared now, as its original owner, the magic weapon still recognized its owner the first time Xie Zhengliu used it.

The Red Banner became more and more visible under the black night sky, and it even faintly summoned its other half, trying to tell the other party what it had learned.

Come back, our master is risen!

"What did you do?!" Qianxing Dao reached out in fear and grabbed the black flag, but the black flag, which should have been controlled by him, wanted to escape from him like crazy.

The monks below didn't know what was happening, they could only see the dragons and tigers fighting each other overhead, and the dragons and tigers roared in their ears. So I missed the only chance to know the identity of this mysterious person who suddenly appeared.

The evil qi and yin qi separated the two of Qianxing Dao from the monks below, and in this heaven and earth, Qianxing Dao even gave birth to a kind of panic of being isolated and helpless.

"Who the hell are you?" Qianxing Dao held the finger bones of the black flag and made a crisp sound of breaking, no matter how hard he tried to keep the black flag, he still couldn't resist the black flag's resistance to him.

Finally, one of the finger bones of the Thousand Lines Knife drooped softly, and the severe pain made him finally have to let go of his hand.

The black flag that was released fell quickly in front of Xie Zhengliu like a tired bird returning to the forest, and obediently merged with the red flag.

In the next second, the yin qi and evil qi that had been distinct before merged together. The monks, blinded by their eyes and ears, could only see that the two dragons and tigers, who had been in an undying posture, suddenly embraced and intertwined, forming a huge vortex above everyone's heads.

Mingxin hugged Yuan Hao away from the ominous whirlpool, and his heart was full of anxiety: "Senior brother, who could that person be just now?" Who will win between her and Qianxing Dao? ”

Yuan Hao swallowed the blood in his throat, and there was a dull pain in his chest: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." "Even if that person is not good, he will definitely let the junior brothers and sisters behind him leave safely.

Yue Mingqiu and Zhuang Youqian also retreated with everyone, they didn't say anything, but subconsciously lowered their sense of existence, for fear that someone would notice that Xie Zhengliu was missing at this time.

You say, "Boss, she ...... "Will she be a bad person?"

In the last few words, Zhuang Youqian didn't ask after all.

But Yue Mingqiu understood what his little partner meant, he didn't look at the other party, but said firmly: "No, no." This last one "won't", I don't know if it's for Zhuang Youqian or for himself.

After Zhuang Youqian received this answer, he was instantly relieved, and looked up at the sky with tenacity.

The upper layer, which was obscured by the black mist, Xie Zhengliu, who finally got the complete magic weapon, hooked his lips and smiled: "Qianxing Dao, you still have a chance to live now, tell me, whose hand did you get the magic weapon from." And who taught you that formation, so that you can sacrifice with the blood of the demon race and the vitality of the human race? ”

Although she still didn't know the effect of that formation, just looking at the situation of the Thousand Lines Knife, she could guess that the other party probably wanted to use the formation to deprive others of their vitality, regain their lives, and get rid of the worm on their necks.

It's just that such a ruthless method can probably only be imagined by the demons, and this outflowing magic weapon must be brought out of the demon realm by the demons.

When she was about to cross the Flying Ascension Thunder Tribulation, she vaguely realized that the result might not be very good, so she arranged everything in the demon clan in advance.

At that time, under her control, the demon race had already formed a complete and independent demon cultivation method, and there was no longer a need for the flesh and blood of the human race. She also supported the twelve demon generals, made them check and balance each other, and divided the power of the demon lord and gave them control.

In the end, she even found an heir for herself early, and handed over all the magic weapons she had refined to him.

It stands to reason that such a comprehensive arrangement can at least make the Demon Domain stable for tens of thousands of years.

But judging from what happened to the Crying Ghost City and the Thousand Lines Knife now, the Demon Domain was not as stable and peaceful as Xie Zhengliu thought.

Therefore, she wanted to know who had taken the magic weapon away from her chosen heir, and who had brought what should have been stored in the Demon Domain to the realm where the human race lived, and who had torn such a crack at the intersection of the Demon Realm and the Xiuzhen Realm.

"Tell me, Renxiu. Who the hell led it all. ”

Hearing these words, Qianxing Dao had no other look on his face except mockery, he squeezed out a laugh from his chest, and looked at Xie Zhengliu sarcastically: "In what capacity are you questioning me, the current Lord of the Demon Domain should be the one surnamed Shen, I have never heard that the current Demon Lord is a woman." ”

"You won't say?" Xie Zhengliu frowned unhappily, "Even so, I don't have to talk nonsense with you." By the way, the person who gave you this magic weapon probably didn't tell you what this thing is really for, right? ”

"Fortunately, I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll let you see it before you die."

Xie Zhengliu's demon soul released a trace of breath slightly, and quickly attached to the magic weapon.

This flag that has completed self-repair is like a pet that has been caressed by its beloved owner, wantonly and generously revealing its complete self completely.

Qianxingdao's sneer was still on his lips, and he couldn't say anything sarcastic.

Soon, however, his expression stiffened with the figures emerging from the flags.

Whether it's a low-level demon with a hideous face, or a humanoid demon wearing armor and holding a weapon...... They rushed forward one after another in the high-pitched sound of fighting, so that in the ears of the Thousand Lines of Knife there was only the endless sound of soldiers except for the roar.

It was the iron knight who had followed the demon lord to level the demon realm, and it was also the evil soul that had fallen under the feet of the strong, because they were unwilling to leave their leader and were willing to return to the demon weapon after death, and they were trapped in a small flag for thousands of years after losing their leader.

To this day, the British lord they have been following has finally given them a chance to see the light of day again.

"See, this is the real treasure of the demon race!" Xie Zhengliu said word by word.