Hearing the voice of the nightshade, everyone couldn't help but be stunned and turned their heads to look at the nightshade.

Nightshade is raining with cherry blossoms at the moment, and her pretty face flashes with sadness, which is pitiful, and her eyes are on the body of the young man in white.

Mo Zhenglou frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.

Bal Demon Venerable was also a little surprised, touched his nose, and looked at the white-haired boy.

When the white-haired boy heard the voice of the nightshade, his body shook, and the depths of his eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, and then he returned to normal.

"Big brother, it's me, I'm Xiaokui!" Seeing that the white-haired boy ignored her, Nightshade couldn't help crying, and was about to rush towards the white-haired boy.

Zhan Zhao's eyes were quick, and he grabbed Nightshade's arm and stopped her movements, Nightshade's body stopped, and he suddenly fell to the ground, sobbing softly, "Why don't you ignore me...... Aoi misses you so much!"

Zhan Zhao looked at the white-haired young man, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, no wonder he felt that he seemed to know this person before, could it be that this person could be him?

"Little girl!" Bal Mozun smiled faintly, "Do you know him? Hehe, it's knowing, I'm afraid it's before, and now he is not the same person he used to be!"

"Is he your blood slave?" said Demon Zun Lou coldly, although he used a question sentence, but his tone was very firm.

"That's right!" Bal Demon Venerable snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "I planted the Blood Demon for him, and now he has already been controlled by the Blood Demon and is driven by the deity alone for the rest of his life!"

"What?" Nightshade stood up suddenly, her pretty face flashing with resentment, "No wonder he disappeared in the first place, it was because of you!

"Forehead ......" I don't know why, seeing Nightshade scolding, Zhanzhao always feels a little dreaming.

"Nightshade, don't say it!" Demon Respect Lou coldly interrupted Nightshade's words, "Since it's your acquaintance, then the deity will dispel the blood demon in his body!"

"Don't be ashamed!" Bal Demon Venerable clapped his hands and said with a smile, "The deity will not let you dispel his blood demon...... I didn't think that in four years, I actually restored you to a cultivation that can dispel blood demons, amazing!"

"Do you dare to fight?" Demon Zun Lou said coldly, although his voice was not loud, but in the ears of Zhanzhao and the others, it was like a rolling long river surging, like an angry ocean splitting the sky!

Bal Demon Venerable took a step back slightly, "It's really powerful, it deserves to be the strongest Demon Venerable in the Demon Realm, and it actually made you recover to this step." Okay, a battle in the stars!"

"You restrain this white-haired man, and after the deity returns, you will make a plan!" Demon Respect Lou turned his head and looked at Zhan Zhao coldly, with an indifferent expression, but with a domineering spirit that soared into the sky.

Zhan Zhao's eyes were stunned and nodded.

"Zhan Zhao?" Bal Demon Venerable looked at Zhan Zhao, glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, and said, "It'......s actually you! No wonder, no wonder you can kill five exercisers one after another. You appeared in Xiangyang, presumably the king of Lanling was also defeated? Sure enough...... He is worthy of his reincarnation!"

Zhan Zhao was slightly stunned, his reincarnation?

I remember that the Golden Envoy and the King of Lanling once said that the Lord and the Venerable Lord both knew their origins, but what was their origin? Or what was Zhanzhao's origin?

"It's a pity that you're just a person who has just entered the realm of scattered immortals...... A good seedling is about to be buried here!" Bal Demon Venerable's tone seemed to be a little embarrassed, and he suddenly commanded coldly at the white-haired young man, "Kill him!"

The white-haired young man nodded silently, stepped out, and approached Zhanzhao.

"Chonglou, a battle in the starry sky!" Baal Demon Venerable snorted coldly, and his figure rose directly from the sky and rushed into the sky.

But the Demon Respect Building snorted coldly, stepped out, and disappeared directly from the spot!

The white-haired young man walked over lightly, and when he was still more than ten meters away from Zhanzhao, he raised his hand and slapped it with a faint palm.

Zhan Zhao only felt that an extremely sharp air flow stabbed straight into his chest, and as soon as his heart moved, the Demon Que Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, Zhan Zhao returned to the sword to defend himself, he didn't expect that the force in the air flow was extremely strong, and with a bang, it hit his sword, Zhan Zhao's whole body couldn't help but tremble, and he retreated two or three steps before standing firm!

"It's so strong!" Zhan Zhao was suddenly shocked in his heart, and he paid great attention to it, looking at the white-haired young man.

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Nightshade cried and rushed up.

Zhanzhao's expression changed, and he hurriedly retreated, pulling the nightshade.

"Brother Zhan, don't fight, don't fight!"

Zhan Zhao paused slightly, looked at the appearance of the nightshade, and sighed softly.

Seeing that Nightshade is so anxious, maybe this person is really him!

The white-haired young man's eyes flashed with a faint red light, which was clearly controlled by the blood demon, and when he saw the nightshade rushing up, the red light in his eyes seemed to dim, and he stopped in place, never forcing forward.

Seeing the white-haired boy's actions, Zhanzhao sighed in his heart, he had already guessed that he was not far from ten!

This person must be him, otherwise, he would not stop where he is when he sees nightshade......

Although he is controlled by the Blood Fiend, does he still have a certain amount of sanity?

Suddenly, the white-haired young man's eyes were red, and he rushed directly with a single step.

Zhan Zhao hurriedly pulled the nightshade back, and at the same time shouted at the nightshade, "The Demon Venerable said just now, I must restrain him, and then let the Demon Venerable dispel the blood demon so that he can regain his senses!"

Nightshade's body stiffened, Zhanzhao shook his hand, pushed the nightshade out, and his body suddenly rose and flew into the air.

"Come after me, Barr's order is to kill me, not others!" Zhan Zhao snorted coldly.

Sure enough, the white-haired boy also flew directly into the sky and looked at Zhan Zhao from afar.

The white-haired young man was dressed in a blue and white robe, and Zhanzhao was dressed in a plain blue and green shirt, and from the ground, the two seemed to be somewhat similar.

The white-haired young man's body fluttered and moved, like a blue meteor, and instantly appeared in front of Zhan Zhao, and struck him with a heavy palm, Zhan Zhao stabbed with his sword, and the palm suddenly changed in the middle of the way, changed to sweep, and slammed on the sword surface, Zhan Zhao did not expect this move, the strength in his hand was not enough, the tiger's mouth hurt, the long sword almost got out of his hand, and under the horror, he hurriedly turned the long sword around, and he took the defensive position first, and took a step back.

The white-haired young man did not give up, palm after palm, the tricks were extremely strange, not like the martial arts of the mortal world, but the speed was getting faster and faster, Zhan Zhao faintly felt that there was something between the world that restrained him.

In front of the attack, Zhan Zhao couldn't be distracted, the Demon Que Sword turned sideways, and the Tai Chi Sword was used, drawing a circle, the Demon Que had not yet touched the arm of the white-haired young man, but the young man's arm was deflected, Zhan Zhao was happy in his heart, this Tai Chi Sword was really useful.

Zhan Zhao roared, and no longer took a defensive position, Tai Chi Sword sword after sword, round and round, directly pulled all the palm power of the white-haired young man to the side, no move hit himself, the two of them attacked for more than a dozen rounds, and still no one could help anyone.

At this moment, the white-haired boy suddenly withdrew his hand and retreated.

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