The monk of the Northern Cold Hall was unexpectedly surprised by the escape of the Nightmare Demon King, because in the information of the Northern Cold Palace, the descriptions of the demons were extremely brave and did not retreat, so when he reacted, the Nightmare Demon King had already escaped far away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He let out a long roar of annoyance, stepped on the ice-blue flying sword, and disappeared like a shock, and quickly chased after it.

Yun Jianzi and Ji Haishan naturally couldn't let the cooked duck fly, if it weren't for the Demon King's seizure that caused the situation to change the situation, Wang Li's Dao system would have fallen into the hands of the two of them, so the two of them were the most annoyed, and they didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, and they pursued them in a very angry manner.

The Jijia Square, which was still full of momentum and fighting just now, became silent in an instant, and many monks still stood in place in a state of petrification because their brains did not keep up with the changes in the situation.

After a long time, a fresh breeze blew, blowing a drizzle on everyone's cheeks, and everyone came back to their senses, with a full face of sorrow, and dispersed in a hurry.

It's just that with the dispersal of these people, a new legend has spread in the Southern Regions, about the Northern Han Palace, about the Demon King, about the Ji family and the Spirit Sword Sect, and about the little foundation-building monk Wang Li.

Only a few days later, the Demon King used the Demon Banner Treasure in the clan to successfully evade the joint pursuit of the three primordial infant monks, and with his body, he was very comfortable and chic for a few days.

But looking at the little demonic energy he had left and the strength of the foundation building, he couldn't help but feel worried, "It's time to do something serious, quickly improve your cultivation, and wipe out that kid's soul as soon as possible.

The Demon King was extremely concerned about the existence of Wang Li's soul, and even he didn't figure it out himself, behind this concern, in fact, he was deeply afraid and jealous of the latter.

After all, the practice of Wang Li's hole cards everywhere that day, exchanging injuries for lives, and jumping over the level to kill several Jindan monks, only those who have strength, perseverance and mind can do it, and those who have these three can be called masterpieces.

And Wang Li's many performances are enough to deserve the name of a masterpiece!

Ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to himself, the Demon King never spares his respect, because the demon race is also such a race.

As the demon king, he wants to wipe out Wang Li with his own hands. Sending a respected opponent back to the Styx is an affirmation of the opponent and an honor for oneself.

I have to say that the demon race is the demon race, and it has a completely different thinking mode and customs from humans.

At this moment, the Demon King looked at the black metacarpal bone of his left hand, and pondered in his heart, "My demon bone, there is only one palm left, there is a congenital defect, and it cannot achieve the Great Dao, it is only right to quickly recapture all the demon bones."

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, and the black bone in his left hand snapped apart with a "click", and from the center of the broken bone, a drop of black-red semi-solid liquid slowly flowed out.

The Demon King broke his own demon bones, and in the face of the pain that pierced his heart, he was calm and calm, and his face did not change, he was also a very hot person to himself, so he felt so much sympathy for Wang Li.

If he could kill Ji Haishan and the three of them that day, even if he had to pay a huge price, he would never escape.

The information of the North Cold Hall is correct, the people of the demon clan are indeed extremely brave, and among them, the demon clan is the most!

But bravery is by no means brute, let alone stupid, if there is not the slightest hope of victory, the Demon King chose to flee without hesitation, leaving this useful body, Xu Tu later.

He looked at the slime that was suspended in the air, emitting a trace of black light, and muttered, "It's not a pity to use up a drop of magic marrow in order to find the remaining demon bones."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the magic essence spun drippingly, slowly turning into a strange rune, emitting bursts of black light.

The Nightmare King sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and began to sense.

After a long time of incense, the pattern composed of this drop of magic essence suddenly exploded into flying ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

And the Demon King opened his eyes with a face full of ecstasy, and said in a trembling voice, "Found it! Found it! All the remaining demon bones are all together, God really helps me! Find the demon bones, re-walk the road to immortals, and then have the help of our emperor, I am afraid that I have the strength to fight for the position of this demon emperor, as for the position of the demon venerable...... It's not impossible!"

When he thought of this, he looked up to the sky and laughed excitedly, and after a long time, after a full hour, he carefully stroked the magic flag in his hand again, played the magic trick, stepped on it, turned into a streamer, and disappeared into the sky.

Southern Regions and Western Lands, Vientiane Sect.

This place has long since ceased to be quiet and peaceful, and the fairy aura is full of immortal energy, but the smoke is everywhere, and the sound of killing is shaking the sky.

The green trees and lush fairy peaks had become grass at this time, and there were countless corpses of monks, lying there in all directions.

Among them, those dressed in white were disciples of the Vientiane Sect, and those wearing masks were evil cultivators of the Underworld Blood Sect.

At this time, after a day of great battle, the Underworld Blood Sect slowly retreated, recuperated, and prepared for tomorrow's battle.

The battle between the two sects has lasted for nearly a month, and the unexpected coma of Jiang Shuihan, the head of Jingtai Peak of the Vientiane Sect, has caused the Vientiane Bagua Array to be unable to perform, so that the Vientiane Sect, which has no ancestral great array protection, has lost its greatest reliance.

Then Jiao Zu, the first master of the Vientiane Sect, was injured and returned after a battle with Yun Jianzi, and he did not come out, which made the Vientiane Sect even worse.

The Vientiane Sect is at an absolute disadvantage, and I believe that if it can't support it for a few more days, there will be no more names in the world.

Qin Mu stood on the Kaiyuan Peak, looking up at the starry sky, but there was no focus in his eyes, the ancestors of Vientiane were on top, the seventy-sixth generation of the head Qin Mu was incompetent, and the foundation of a generation was destroyed by my hands overnight.

His eyes were dry, he didn't know what tears were, he knew that this was the case, he had to protect Wang Li that day, even if he was an enemy of the Ji family, what could he do, the Vientiane Sect had the same hatred and hatred, and with the momentum of the Vientiane Bagua Array, he could not fight.

But now, the Ji family is still hostile to the sect, and the sect is deeply torn apart because of the decision to abandon Wang Li, resulting in unstable people's hearts and losses, and the opportunity to be seized by the Underworld Blood Sect has subverted the foundation.

Qin is incompetent, when the sect is wiped out, I will hide my face and judge myself to thank the ancestor, but under the nine springs, what face do I have to see him?

The eight peaks of Vientiane have been occupied, and all the disciples have gathered in a hurry among the remaining three peaks, looking at the darkness in the distance, where it used to be their home, and they are silent.

Xu Qing was covered in blood and was also seriously injured, but she didn't feel the pain in her body at all, because of today's battle, Jing Yuanhang died in battle, the entire Jingtai Peak, the peak owner was unconscious, the true legend Jing Yuanhang died in battle, Wang Li and Xiaopang were missing, this peak has existed in name only.

The mountain wind was still howling, but the terrible sound, like the howl of the devil in despair, combined with the suppressed cry of the quiet crowd, seemed so desolate and sad.