Fu Zhu had a strange feeling in his heart, and he always felt that the tone and demeanor of this old man's speech were coaxing.

But even if the other party is not a real demon lord, with the current cultivation realm, he can't afford to ask the old man to be so cautious and take care of everything, right?

Before he had time to think about it, the demon broadsword was cut down, and the rune bead dodged, and the cold light of the giant blade disappeared in the soil.

A dozen or so low-level demons were nothing to her, but Fu Zhu soon discovered that things were not as simple as she thought.

Their position, and the order of each change of shots, is irregular, but the power of the next attack increases exponentially!

The old man said "array" before, presumably this is the strange magic power of that "array".

"Yuanjia Demon Lord, don't worry, that girl won't last long." A smile flashed in the old man's eyes.

He knew best that this formation was to improve his strength at the cost of burning demonic energy, and no one under the demon lord could carry thirty moves.

How many tricks does the girl have now?

The old man turned around, and a gust of turbulent air swept away, and his body was instantly swept away several feet away, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood.

Yuan Jia appeared behind him in the blink of an eye, supporting the old man's back, his hoarse voice was still harsh, "Luo Di, let me deal with it." ”

A look of grief and self-reproach appeared on Luo Yan's face, "This little matter still needs to be done by Lord Lao Demon Monarch, and it is all blamed on the old man for his incompetence." ”

Yuan Jia's eyes were a little blank, and he muttered, "Am I not the Demon Lord of the Dream Clan?" It is my duty to protect you. ”

Luo Yan immediately knelt on his knees with a humble attitude, "You will always be the Yuanjia Demon Lord of our Dream Clan. ”

The red lantern "snapped" and fell in front of Luo Yin's eyes, he raised his head and looked at Yuan Jia, who was holding a giant sword and fighting with the girl not far away, revealing a look of memory.

Sword Immortal demeanor, after so many years, it is still indelible.

Fu Zhu didn't want to reveal the identity of the sword cultivator, but she found that the swordsmanship of this Yuanjia Demon Lord had reached the realm of transformation.

She had to take out the Dulu Sword to deal with it.

Yuan Jia was slightly stunned, and the sword qi passed through his body, slashing down the mountain rock. The sword light without any stagnation came overwhelmingly.

As soon as a demon got up, his head was cut off by the sword light, and he didn't blink to death.

"Clan, patriarch, she is also ......a sword cultivator," another demon youth who was lucky enough to survive said tremblingly, his eyes full of fear for sword cultivation.

Luo Di's face was as dark as a wood, "I can see it." ”

The girl is not only a sword cultivator, but also a genuine sword immortal.

When did there become a sword immortal in the demon world, he didn't even know at all, their dream clan was really too evasive.

The young man asked, "Patriarch, then what should we do now, sword cultivation is the most troublesome, will the sacrificial ceremony be destroyed by her......"

Luo's dark eyes were cold, carrying a red lantern, and walking down the mountain, "Start the sacrificial ceremony in advance." ”

"It's not the full moon yet!" The young man followed behind Luo Yan and couldn't help but look back, their Yuanjia Demon Lord seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"It's too late." Luo Yan quickened his pace.

Only by sacrificing in advance and making Lord Yuanjia a real demon lord can this tricky girl be solved.

The sound of grief came from afar.

The firelight was both obscure and bright, full of contradictions, and suddenly, lightning and thunder thundered in the sky, illuminating Yuan Jia's cold face without a trace of popularity.

He came with his sword in hand.

The robes were blown by the wind, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Fu Zhu's heart jumped suddenly, and he looked sideways at the small village a few miles away, and flew that way.

Sacrifice!

The sacrifice that the old man said had begun!

A group of demons, men, women, and children, rushed over with weapons in their hands and fierce lights in their eyes.

"Don't let her disturb the ritual of the sacrifice!"

"After tonight, there will be a real demon lord in our Dream Clan, everyone must stop her!"

Yuanjia's figure fell after him.

The group of demons saluted respectfully: "Yuanjia Demon Lord, we will definitely protect you!" ”

Fu Zhu looked at these demons in front of him, who could be said to be old, weak, sick and disabled, and his mood was complicated, and then he had doubts, why are there only old and young, the prime of their tribe?

Except for the dozens of demons who were besieged and killed on the mountain ridge at the beginning, there was not a single demon clan in the prime of life.

Yuan Jia didn't seem to be used to everyone treating him with such reverence, his eyes dodged slightly, and he saw the girl pinching the trick with one hand.

The cold light flashed, Yuan Jia's heart sank suddenly, he fought with the girl, knowing that her spell and sword power should not be underestimated, Yuan Jia's body shook, and he took the initiative to take this magic seal, and his eyes were stunned.

It's just a rope.

She didn't intend to hurt these demon people.

"Yuanjia Demon Lord, are you alright?" The demons gathered around him and asked with concern.

He shook his head, his gaze at the girl's flying figure.

A half-sized demon child chased after him, of course, his speed was impossible to catch up with the rune beads.

The black altar was surrounded by pitch-black wood, and smoke was so thick that people couldn't open their eyes, and there were weepings everywhere.

The firelight jumped faintly and crackled.

Blood flowed to the feet of the runes.

"You're chasing after you so quickly, it's really ghostly!" Luo Di's figure walked out of the thick smoke, the yin owl was bloodthirsty, and he couldn't see his servile face in front of that Yuanjia Demon Lord.

The wind swept away the smoke like a curtain, and the rune bead saw the scene inside, and she was so shocked that she lost her voice for a moment.

He not only used the human race, but also used the demon race as a sacrifice!

"Don't look at me like that." Luo Dark's face slowly showed a persistent smile, "They are all willing to be sacrificed. ”

"It's their supreme honor to be a part of the Demon Lord."

Fu Zhu sneered, didn't argue with him, and shot a curse mark straight into the air, and after the "boom" thunder, the cold rain poured down.

Luo Di's expression distorted for a moment, and he laughed loudly, "The spiritual fire born from the Heaven and Earth Wood is not something that you can extinguish with just a rain technique!" ”

He stretched out his arms to meet the rainstorm, as if he was about to usher in their dream clan, the first sunny day after the rain.

Until the crying in the rain was much quieter.

A demon child spread out his palm, caught the cold raindrops, clenched his palms into fists, and ran forward.

He ran to the altar, but saw that the sword cultivator girl had burrowed into the Heaven and Earth Wood Spirit Fire, and the flames illuminated her ordinary face, giving birth to a dazzling brilliance.

Boom –

The altar was slashed open by a sword, and the spiritual fire around it flew away and fell into the soil to take root.

Some demons woke up like a dream and screamed.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over!"

The child stopped in place, yes, it was over, this absurd sacrificial ritual was finally over.

"She ruined the sacrificial ritual and killed her!"

The demons around the altar rioted, and their scarlet eyes were like the red lantern in Luo Yan's hand.

Eerie and shaky.

They knew that the Dream Clan would never produce another Demon Lord.