The sudden betrayal caught Yi Weibo off guard, even from the beginning, he didn't trust Yoo Shishi.

Of course, from a certain point of view, it is precisely this distrust of Ivy that has created today's catastrophe.

The two secret letters he sent out four days ago, one of them reached the hands of Qianxia, so today Huadiao and the high priest appeared, but the other one was not obtained by Yunhou, but was intercepted by Yousheng halfway, so it was Liu Shishi who came to him.

But he never thought that Yousheng would kill him.

It's a ridiculous joke!

Now is the critical period of the Demon Clan's resurgence, Yousheng, as the future Demon Emperor, actually intends to use the hands of the enemy to murder a Demon Clan Commander who has made great contributions to the entire Demon Clan, and his wisdom and strength are second to none!

It's ridiculous, it's stupid!

It is true that Yi Weibo has long seen that Yousheng is by no means a master, but a narrow-minded person who will repay him, but he still underestimated Yousheng's arrogance and arrogance.

As the saying goes, the birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, the lackeys are cooked, if after the demon clan recovers the rivers and mountains and reunifies the Sacred Word Continent, Yousheng will attack him, and Yi Weibo will also admit it, but this future demon lord can't even wait for this little time?

Compared to the future of the demon race, His Royal Highness Yousheng seems to care more about his status and dignity.

Even if Yi Weibo has a life-saving grace for him, even if Yi Weibo is his father's most trusted minister before leaving this world, even if Yi Weibo's existence will make people and the alliance of the demon races deeply jealous, even if the return of the demon army to the world completely depends on Yi Weibo's planning and layout. Even if Yi Weibo used the human god book to offer the most valuable gift to the entire demon race.

It's a pity that he is loyal to the demon clan and loyal to his father. To be loyal to the queen mother is to be unfaithful to yourself.

So, let's die.

Yousheng didn't even have the courage to issue an edict to condemn Yi Weibo, but used this unbearable means to kill him.

How can Iwibo be willing?

A moment ago, he was still fighting for his life against the human saints for the victory of the entire demon race, but who would have thought that he had not fallen in the purple gold talent of the human holy rank. but fell into the hands of his own men.

He can't die.

He didn't want to die.

He wants to make Liu Shishi pay the price she deserves, and he wants to sue the queen of clouds and ascend to the throne of God. It will definitely make the entire demon race miserable.

If possible, he is even willing to use his life to drag Yousheng to hell with him.

But can he wait until that day?

Liu Shishi's short knife pierced his heart accurately, and he could truly feel that the vitality was passing rapidly. The wound in the abdomen opened again. The blood was hot like lava, scorching his skin, gurgling down his feet, and soon converging into a scarlet puddle beneath his feet.

He's dying.

But not dead yet.

The next moment, Yi Weibo crushed a piece of blue grass between his fingers, applied it to his palm, and then pressed it the wound on his chest, and his face became hideous and terrifying because of the intense pain.

He's a poisoner. Not a doctor, so he only has poison on his body. There is no life-saving elixir.

But in many cases, poisonous weeds can also save lives!

For example, at this time, the Nether Grass in Yi Weibo's hand can pull the dying person back from the brink of death, of course, the price that needs to be paid will make the person who takes it die of ulceration all over the body after seventy-seven forty-nine, and there is no cure.

Yi Weibo had tortured the human powerhouses many times with Nether Grass, either to torture them to extract confessions, or simply to make the enemy feel that life was worse than death, but he never imagined that one day, he would use this poison on his body.

But at this moment, he did not hesitate at all, let alone lament his fate.

Time is running out, and next, he must get rid of the pursuit of the human saint-level powerhouses!

Yi Weibo's eyes flashed with hatred and death, he felt the gusts of wind rushing behind him, the blood on his body flashed with evil light, and then slowly raised his hands.

Not to surrender, but to open your last hole card.

The saints could already see Yi Weibo's figure in front of their eyes, if they maintained this speed, they would be able to come to Yi Weibo's body in less than ten breaths, but at this time, everyone stopped in unison.

Because they felt an inexplicable danger.

There was no change of color in the air, and there was not the slightest trace of dust and smoke in the air, but the more this was the case, the more the saints did not dare to take it lightly.

The poisonous name of Yi Weibo is so strong!

As the saying goes, there is a demon when things go wrong, at this time, Liu Shishi can't be seen in the eyes of the saints, but Yi Weibo stopped inexplicably, no matter how you look at it, this is likely to be a trap laid by the other party.

So much so that the six holy ranks did not dare to act rashly!

The two sides confronted each other invisibly for nearly half a pillar of incense, and Su Wen, Lu Sanjiao, Wang Cijiang and other people were able to arrive, and at the same time, Yi Weibo finally took another step forward and continued to move forward, leaving only rows of bloody footprints on the ground.

The torturer frowned and asked with some uncertainty, "What kind of method is this?

A demi-saint from the Extraterritorial Scarlet Alliance took the initiative to stand up and said in a deep voice, "Let me explore the path for you!"

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to stop him, this Qindao demi-saint took the lead in rushing out, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of dozens of zhang and came to the back of Yi Weibo.

Immediately afterwards, the demi-saint's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he turned his back to the crowd, as if he had turned into a clay sculpture or statue, motionless, still as a flower.

Su Wen's eyes narrowed slowly, Yan Zhenqing frowned slightly, everyone present had already noticed that something was wrong, but they didn't know what was going on.

Soon, they knew.

I saw that the body of the demi-saint suddenly swelled violently, like a balloon that quickly swelled, breaking the robe on his body in an instant and shattering it.

The chaotic and agitated golden talent was scattered and swayed, smashing all the flowers, plants, mud and stones around him, and a long roar resounded through the nine heavens, that is, the strings of the xylophone behind him were broken, and a firelight suddenly rose into the sky, and his body swept high uncontrollably.

Then, it exploded.

The flesh and blood that fell in the air were purified into nothingness in an instant, and the broken bones were dyed with golden radiance, dragging their long tails and falling down.

It's like a sea of flowers that suddenly blooms, and it's like a golden rain falling above everyone's heads.

It's as bright as fireworks. (To be continued......)