In the spacious dining room, there was silence.

There was some mentally retarded air around it, and it had slightly returned to its normal breath.

It's cold, and it's deep.

Miss Xu sat motionless in her position, and did not die immediately because of such a fatal injury, but just stretched out her delicate and white little hand and gently pulled out the fragments that had pierced her throat.

A little bit, a drop drop.

Even the slight shrill sound of flesh rubbing against the crystal shards.

"People... It is impossible for human beings to survive such fatal injuries. ”

When Long Xuejing saw this murderous scene, even if the evil dragon's will was strong, she couldn't help but take a step back.

She originally thought that this should be a fictional spirit world, but now the situation may not be more than that.

That way, things are out of her control.

"Ordinary mortals can't, but we cultivators are different. The corners of Miss Xu's mouth drew an elegant arc, even if her throat was pierced, she maintained that sense of looking down from above: "By the way, you are just a mortal, you don't know the Dragon Kingdom Cultivation Realm, all of them are controlled by our four major families." Scold... If you think about it, can you understand that a family composed of mortals is qualified to influence decisions above the temple?"

Only absolute force, which lasts for hundreds or thousands of years, can subdue a realm, control the economy, and order all countries.

The four major families in the cultivation realm are all like this, and they have existed on this land since the time when the Dao Ancestor preached. Its profound heritage is beyond the imagination of mortals.

"It's... How is that possible...?"

Long Xuejing finally understood why Miss Xu always called other people as... Mortals, it turns out that the other party is indeed not an ordinary human.

This time it was her turn to show an incredible expression on her face: "This is obviously just a world of ordinary creatures, why is there an extraordinary power..."

When the evil dragon saw Miss Xu's hand, he just gently wiped it on her neck, and then the long wound that looked hideous immediately recovered as before.

The eldest lady sighed faintly: "I know you want to kill me... But I gave you a chance..."

Her eyes were clear, but there was not the slightest hint of emotion.

Miss Xu, who cultivates the Taishang Forgetfulness Daolu, pursues the heart of heaven's retribution, and has always used all things as a dog, and finally met a slightly special creature, but she also wants to kill her own villain.

As a great monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, mortals can't even touch the corners of her clothes, if she hadn't deliberately made her body brittle, even if the crystal fragments were pierced, they would only be shattered by the skin.

It's some... What a pity!

"Your power... Derived from the system of immortal dao, I have met a few people immortal... Although you are inferior to them, but..."The evil dragon has fought in different systems of worlds, so she can easily distinguish the source of the other party's power, her expression paused for a few moments, and then became shocked and angry: "No! This demon game is not fair at all, why do you have such great power-"

She is an ordinary human here, and the other party has extraordinary strength, so this game has no chance of winning at all from the beginning.

However, Long Xuejing's voice stopped abruptly.

Because everything she had was frozen in the ice, whether it was her expression or voice, it was frozen in that moment.

"I don't understand what you're talking about..."Xu Xianxian's slightly dark red eyes calmly looked at the ice sculpture in front of her, she was still sitting in her position, and no one could see how she did it, "But in this world, nothing is fair." ”

She quietly glanced at the lifeless ice sculpture, her eyes showing a bit of regret, but then she only felt a headache, and then passed out.

......

The Lost Atrium, Midgard.

In a dead sky, a dark vortex slowly emerged above the void.

And the scale constructed by the demon revealed, shuttling out of the whirlpool, the originally vivid demon head, at this time appeared extremely dim, but the dark rules that lingered on it were the purest power in the world.

This is a rule derived from the Demon King, and the dark places that construct everything, even if it is only a small part, are enough to have unparalleled power.

Knock –

On one side of the scale, there was a dull sound, and then the weights carved with the pattern of the high elves slammed down, and the weights carved with the pattern of the evil dragon began to rise and then became transparent.

A large amount of dark power enveloped the weights, trying to seal them in the dead land.

"Roar—"

Only the bone wings of the evil dragon burst out, revealing the huge half of the dragon's body, and it roared loudly, swallowing terrifying dragon breath, in a vain attempt to break the shackles of the dark rules.

"Even the Demon King... Nor do you want to bind the great... Delegus!!"

The dragon roared loudly.

The primeval evil dragon of the seventeenth ring was already the most perfect creature in the material world, and it didn't want to be sealed by this demonic power that was separated by an unknown number of dimensions.

If it was in its heyday, the evil dragon would indeed be able to break through this kind of cross-border seal, but now that he has fought repeatedly, he has been seriously injured, and his spirit has been exhausted in the soul game, and the current resistance is nothing more than the end of a strong crossbow.

In fact, the evil dragon can't even activate the Forbidden Scroll.

As the evil dragon struggled, the binding of the dark rules became thicker and thicker, and after only about ten minutes, the evil dragon's dragon body was completely enveloped, including the demon's head, and fell into the scorched earth below.

Boom –

A black demon stone tablet slowly rose from the scorched earth, densely bound with countless pitch-black chains, all of which were written in demonic language, exuding an extremely evil dark aura.

The evil dragon, on the other hand, was suppressed under the demon stone tablet, and it may not be possible to break out without hundreds of years.

It was only at this time that the red-haired goblin floating in mid-air slowly opened her eyes, her scarlet pupils, and after glancing at the huge stone tablet below, she rolled her eyes a little tiredly, and then yawned: "It seems that it is over... It's a good thing I sacrificed this game to a parallel world, otherwise I wouldn't have won so easily..."

Demon Sacrifice is the oldest form of sacrificial magic, and any wish can be fulfilled as long as the price paid is sufficient, and the place where she sacrifices is not a world constructed out of thin air, but a parallel world that already exists somewhere.

And at the cost of soul and lifespan, it is also another 'self' in the parallel world.

"For demons, there is never such a thing as fairness"

Xu Xianxian pressed the pitch-black unicorn that appeared on his head, and then picked up the staff of destruction next to him and calmly looked at the scorched earth below.

It was as if she could see through the earth and see the huge evil dragon that had been sealed in it.

Finally, the evil dragon was suppressed, and the crisis was eliminated.

However, the price paid in this wave is a bit big, and the lifespan of hundreds of years is still second, mainly because this goblin body is going to be semi-demonized, and it must not be discovered by the princess...

Thinking of this, the little goblin touched the demon horn that appeared again, and pressed it back into his hair.