Blood-clothed Bodhi is dead, the barrier seal has been opened, and the demon ancestor Luo Yuru is the first to leave this place.

This place is a killing place, and on the way here, hundreds of demons have died.

When I entered here, I had to die again every day, and all of them were big shots.

One is the current Demon Ancestor, and the other is the younger brother who took over the Demon Ancestor.

Murderers, extraordinary means.

The demons checked their own skills, although they also wanted to find out the murderer and become famous in the first battle, but they knew that they didn't have that ability.

Besides, the Demon Ancestors of Zhengnan have all run away, why should they be heroes themselves?

As long as one or two took the lead in leaving, the demons dispersed.

When passing by Bai Wuchang, some glared fiercely, some spat on the ground, and some directly gritted their teeth: "This murder account, my demon world will settle with your underworld sooner or later!"

It's better to stay now, and let's find the murderer together and settle this account with him together.

Bai Wuchang had kept them, but the monsters had 10,000 reasons to leave, and they were all high-sounding.

It is not easy to say that fleeing for one's life is righteous and awe-inspiring.

The scene that was full of emotions just now is now only a few scattered people, and even the demons of the Southwest Demon Realm have escaped countless people.

The mirror is full of flowers, the eyebrows are frosty, and the red lips are also trembling white.

As she wished, she was the only one left in the Southwest Demon Realm who was qualified to become a demon ancestor.

But so what?

Now it's just an empty shell.

"It's not a bad thing that there are a lot of people leaving. Bai Wuchang sighed softly, bitterly happy: "At least, the wine stored here can be drunk by fewer people." ”

When he smiled bitterly, he lifted his nose and smelled it, as if he wanted to find a drink.

Mirroring the moon looked up at the sky, swallowed the bitter hatred, and asked in a cold voice: "Black and white impermanence, why don't you leave?"

"Let's go?" Bai Wuchang smiled back: "I have already said twice before, I will not leave this place until I find out who the murderer is." ”

He looked at the people who remained, and there was a little meaning in his smile: "The murderer is still there, how can I leave?"

Seeing him look at himself, Jinghua Shuiyue's face turned pale: "Are you sure I'm a murderer?"

"Are you sure that Black and White Impermanence is the murderer?"

Jinghua Shuiyue's eyebrows were cold and hateful, and Bai Wuchang smiled and sighed: "I won't go, but whether Hei Wuchang will go or not is what he said." ”

Before the laughter fell, a red-bearded man appeared behind Jinghua Shuiyue, his fists were like hammers, and he was carrying an iron rod, and his roar was like thunder: "Black and white are impermanent, no one is allowed to go!"

"Oh?" Bai Wuchang became interested in the red-bearded man, turned around and arched his hand, and laughed: "Ask my brother's name." ”

"Thief, a certain family is the Zen Master of the Southwest Demon Realm, the ethereal mirage, have you heard of it?"

In every demon world, there is a big flag, and the demons in the demon world can only be recognized by the demon world if they wipe their own blood on the flag.

In the future, when you walk the Three Realms, you will be qualified to report the name of the Demon Realm.

The person in charge of this demon banner is, generally speaking, the person in the demon world whose means are second only to the demon ancestor.

Therefore, it is an incomparable honor for him to report the name of the flag bearer.

"Mirrors, dreams, and mirages, are all names that can be seen and touched, interesting, interesting. Bai Wuchang nodded again and again, and smiled at the ethereal mirage: "It's easy for you to detain me, because I didn't want to leave in the first place, but you want to detain Hei Impermanence?"

Halfway through the words, Bai Wuchang stopped talking, laughed to himself helplessly, smelled the wine by himself, and went to find the wine hiding place in the Southwest Demon Realm.

Being despised is a kind of humiliation, and the ethereal mirage is proud of its ability to reach the sky, how can it swallow this evil breath?

He didn't ask about the water moon mirror flower, jumped up, crossed the wind with his fists, and roared: "Bai impermanence, Lao Tzu will abolish you today!"

It was just a blink of an eye, and the fist wind had already covered Bai Wuchang's head.

If these two punches are hit, Bai Wuchang's brain can fly at least seven feet away.

It did splash seven feet away, but it was not a white impermanence's brain, but an ethereal mirage body.

Seven zhang away, smashed hundreds of old trees, the ethereal mirage fell to the ground, and looked up to see the snow in the clear sky.

In the depths of the snow, there is the impermanence of the Black Monarch.

Looking at the sky, handsome and unparalleled.

Immediately thought that it was Hei Impermanence who made a move, threw himself out, and the ethereal mirage old face was purple, and he wanted to pull out the iron rod on his back with his backhand, and meet Hei Impermanence in life and death.

The palm of his hand touched the iron bar, and the pain was like that of the heart.

If you look closely, half of the forearm has been frozen, black as charcoal.

"Alas, why do you mess with him?" Bai Wuchang looked at the ethereal mirage with regret, knowing that his arms could not be saved, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he took care of himself and went to find wine.

The cold wind was slow, and the two little arms of the ethereal mirage turned into ice chips and fell like dust.

As the flag officer, the ethereal mirage is also very tough, cold sweat soaked all over his body, and there is no blood on his face, he actually gritted his teeth and stood up, and did not faint to death at the feet of black impermanence.

Straighten your chest, carry your life's demon spirit, and spew demon fire from your mouth and nose, sweeping the black impermanence in the snow.

The demon fire is like thousands of fierce beasts, opening its bloody mouth, wanting to swallow the black impermanence in one gulp.

Hei Wuchang smiled coldly, the snow turned into rain, the rain was like ice, like a few wisps of winter wind, entangled with demon fire.

Fire and ice are indescribable enemies for eternity.

Fire can turn ice, ice can swallow fire, and victory is uncertain.

But at this time, the victory and defeat were immediately superior.

For no matter whose fire it is, the ice is black and impermanent ice.

Fire is shapeless, wanton, and domineering.

The ethereal mirage of the demon fire took on a shape, because the demon fire was frozen like icy rain and turned into an ugly ice mound.

Falling from mid-air and shattering, the fate of his two forearms was exactly the same.

"This trick, I let you, just because you are a little tough. The black impermanence voice was colder than the ice rain: "If you move again, I will make you drift around." ”

The ethereal mirage was angry, his chest slumped, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was about to scold, but he heard a coquettish voice from Jinghua Shuiyue: "Black impermanence! Do you think that if you have high means, you can escape from heaven and justice?"

Quarreling and reasoning, in the eyes of black impermanence, is a trick played by children.

He looked coldly at the ethereal mirage, and saw him standing behind the woman, although his eyes turned back angrily, he really didn't dare to move again.

"But that's it. Black impermanence left a scornful smile, and disappeared with the drifting snow, never to be found again.

"I said a long time ago, he can't leave, what he says, you don't believe it, why bother to provoke a meal?" Bai Wuchang had already found the wine, had three pots tied to his waist, and held a pot in his hand.

Drunken eyes smiled and looked at the mirror Hua Shuiyue, and replied to her previous question about Hei Impermanence: "The high means are not to be able to escape from heavenly justice, but to be able to write heavenly justice and justice, this is an eternal truth, I know that you also understand." ”

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