"Lu Qiao, go and prepare. ”

Xuan Mo changed into a pitch-black robe, took off the blood-stained guard's clothes, and waved his right hand into the air, and the death scythe came.

This domineering was so domineering that the second prince forgot to remind Xuan Mo where the location was.

In a hurry, the second prince found an ancient book from the shelf, which had mottled traces, but he could still vaguely identify the pictures.

"This is a treasure of the Demon Realm, it needs a special method to use, and your task is to get it, and it will be enough to return safely. ”

The second prince turned around and sat next to the bed, sealed the seal in the air with his hand, and then channeled the spiritual power on his body into his fingertips, using all his strength to protect Han Xiaoxi's seal.

Seeing that the second prince was so sincere, Xuan Mo didn't have time to hesitate and doubt, so he had to lead a group of guards to the eldest prince's mansion again.

It only took a stick of incense to clean up all the miscellaneous fish at the door, and a wave of his left hand was enough to conjure a long-range spell, while a split of his right hand was a ravine.

No one could stop him.

I have to force the Night King to use his true strength.

I'm afraid that only the Demon King can stop him.

The eldest prince saw that the servants and the guards of the Demon Realm could no longer withstand it, but he was very calm in his heart.

The Night King would not come to snatch the treasures of the Demon Realm for no reason, presumably someone took advantage of this matter and deliberately let the Night King come.

In this way, not to mention the easy access to the treasures of the Demon Realm, you can also reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Xuan Mo carried the heavy scythe all the way and killed directly in front of the eldest prince, the black scythe flashed with a cold cold light, and the blood dripped down with the blade, seeping into the ground without a trace.

Only a thick smell of blood remained, wafting through the air.

Facing so many Demon Realm guards alone, even the Night King couldn't do it without injury.

Moreover, he still needs to be searched for later, although he has a lot of spiritual power, it can't be wasted.

Considering this, Xuan Mo still saved his physical strength a little, Lu Qiao on his side helped him kill a lot of enemies, followed behind Xuan Mo, the two of them pressed against each other, and their physical strength was exhausted, and they were all out of breath.

"Are you okay?"

Xuan Mo was concerned about Lu Qiao's safety, the heavy scythe was placed on the ground, his eyes were bloody red, and he looked at the few enemies left in front of him.

"That's nothing. ”

Lu Qiao is also a judge who has undergone severe training after all, and this scene is not so tricky that he feels.

"It's kind of a bit of a skill to be able to kill here. However, my father should be returning from the Heavenly Realm soon, and you are running out of time. Since you killed the guards in my house, there is no turning back, so hurry up and find it. ”

The eldest prince has absolute confidence, they will not be able to find the jade hanging pot.

The words were still full of ridicule, and the frivolous eyebrows revealed certainty and indifference, and the eldest prince looked at the scene of corpses in front of him as if nothing happened.

There is not the slightest fear.

"Where's the figure?"

Xuan Mo turned around and said to Lu Qiao, Lu Qiao cautiously pulled out the picture on his side, and the two found that the pattern on it was the passage that turned into a dungeon.

It turned out that in the dungeon that he had just entered, there was a jade hanging pot buried.

"It was all planned, but I didn't expect Xuanqing, a traitor, to give this to you?"

Only then did the eldest prince begin to be afraid, they were not brave and resourceful as they thought, but really brave and resourceful.

Everything is ready, so this jade hanging pot is even more inevitable.

Xuan Mo didn't have the time to take care of the eldest prince, and he was about to go to the direction of the dungeon with the sickle, and the sickle rubbed on the ground and made a sharp sound, which made people's scalps tingle when they heard it.

There were also some guards who had the backbone to block in front of Xuan Mo.

Maybe they forgot.

Xuanmo is the Night King.

His appearance is a symbol of death.

His sickle represents death.

An icy darkness emanated from all around him, and the bloodthirsty scythe awaited a real roar.

His face did not change, and in that loud tone, he uttered the coldest death declaration.

"If you want to live, get out of the way. ”

After he said this, the guards looked at each other and decided to get out of the way.

Let the Night King go over with Lu Qiao and the others.

The few remaining Lingwei were also seriously injured, and only Lord Night and Lu Qiao could go deep into the dungeon.

In the face of the dungeon's cumbersome seals, Xuan Mo didn't have so much patience, and raised his black robe backwards, and injected a faint blue hellfire into his scythe.

It is not the air that burns in a raging fire.

It's the soul.

With a single sword, he split the cumbersome seal in front of him, and then there was a roaring explosion.

When the dust drifted away, Lu Qiao had followed Xuan Mo into this dungeon, and the two of them searched according to the direction in this ancient book, but found something even sadder.

No wonder the eldest prince didn't want to resist at all.

The divine beast guarding in front of him was the patriarch of the Qilin clan.

Whether it was originally missing or dead is unknown, but the important thing is that after it was resurrected, it became a demonic thing.

Only greedy appetites and tyrannical emotions remain.

There is no spiritual existence.

Xuan Mo just got closer, and the Qilin turned the scales on his body into daggers and stabbed at him, and the number of them was too large for Xuan Mo to dodge, and there were multiple wounds on his body that were stained with blood, and he supported the sickle and then knelt down beside the sickle.

He knelt on the ground with a single paint, and his face still did not change.

The body leans on the scythe, more like fighting side by side with his comrades, never retreating.

Lu Qiao followed behind him and secretly admired, and there was no other way.

With Lu Qiao's spiritual power, it was simply not enough to fight against a divine beast of this level.

The little unicorn beast was already a top-level spiritual power back then, and this old unicorn beast itself had hundreds of thousands of years of Taoism, plus the blessing of demonic energy......

Xuan Mo unbuttoned his battle robe and wore only a simple black shirt, so that while losing protection, he could also improve his agility.

Immediately after, he launched like a sharp sword, stepping on the stone wall beside him and quickly flying up, his left hand emitting black juice to block the scales, while his right hand used the scythe as a shield, and approached the demonized unicorn with difficulty step by step.

What a unicorn.

How could the Ancient Divine Beast Family let people win so easily.

The huge palm immediately slapped over, stomping him to the ground, and then the entire dungeon shook, which also showed how strong the impact of the unicorn was.

Unable to resist such a huge shockwave, Xuan Mo's physical strength was approaching its limit, and he used all his strength to control the remaining defenses.

Such a war of attrition......

It must be very detrimental to yourself.

The Demon King will be back in the next two days, and there is no time to prepare for the second time.

He also didn't have time to study countermeasures.

Time is pressing, plus spiritual power is urgent, is there any other way for him?

When Xuan Mo was anxious, a familiar figure appeared behind Lu Qiao, and his soft voice was very recognizable.

"Why are you here?"

It was Bu Yu who emerged from the darkness.

He appeared shaking the origami fan, still looking gentle and elegant, and his white face looked like a young man.

All dressed in white unchanged.

"Let's just come and see Lord Night. ”

Bu Yu spoke lightly, but it didn't look like a simple look at it at all, he tucked the robe on his side into his belt, and put the paper fan on his wrist instead.

After a quick rub of his wrist, a blood mark appeared, and the blood-colored paper fan was transformed into a golden flower carving fan with dark green.

The cyan is embellished in it, with the delicate blue and white texture, which is elegant and blends a little blood mixed in, but it is so well integrated that it deduces a touch of bloodthirsty beauty.

He never shows his strength on weekdays, but at this critical juncture, he can't take too much care of it.

Bu Yu stepped forward and stood opposite Xuan Mo.

One white. A black.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then, like a tacit understanding of the gods, quickly turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the demonized unicorn beast.

Bu Yu's fan gear will constantly rotate, using the distance to contain it, while Xuan Mo uses the terrifying scythe and black juice to form a tight trapping net.

The unicorn was beaten in agony, let out a vicious wail, and then grew several times larger, as if it wanted to fight to the death.

In between battles, Xuan Mo leaned on Bu Yu's arm, and still held the death scythe in his hand......

"Bu Yu, are you afraid of death?"

Xuan Mo's question was a little interesting.

God, who is in charge of the life and death of man, is asking others if they are afraid of death?

"It's still the Night King who is more terrifying. ”

Bu Yu's lips were stained with blood and smile, and the fusion of the two was even more spontaneous and moving.

For the sake of the underworld.

For the sake of Xuanmo.

For Han Xiaoxi.

Don't say life or death.

It's all about it.

With a "snap", Bu Yu unfolded the carved fan in his hand to the maximum, and the blade on it was already stained with blood due to the fierce battle, but his movements were still clean and neat, without any hesitation.

The unicorn beast was marked with many painful scars that could not be healed.

Xuan Mo used up his remaining spiritual power to integrate the purest hellfire into the attack, cutting the flesh and skin while burning it.

The aroma of crackling flesh fills the air.

It was not only the unicorn that burned, but also the demonic energy that was infused into it.

But he saw that this demonic qi did not affect Bu Yu at all.

Xuan Mo smiled a little tiredly and asked him.

"You really can't get rid of this habit, and you're always on guard against others. ”

Before coming to the Demon Realm, I heard that Bu Yu wanted to regret the mission because he couldn't stand the demonic energy, and planned to return to the underworld directly.

I didn't expect it......

He is simply a man who is not afraid of demonic energy.

He was dressed in white and opposed to the pitch-black demonic aura, but he had the absolute upper hand.

"The state of the heart, the purity of the mind. ”

Bu Yu swung out horizontally again, this time concentrating his mind and spiritual power, and actually cut off the claws of the unicorn beast directly.

Seeing the opportunity, Xuan Mo even aimed at the pain point of the unicorn beast, and attacked it from the neck of the skull, and the black juice turned into infinite cannonballs and flew forward, opening the way for the Night King.

"Boom—"