A loud shout was like thunder thunder on the ground, deafening and resounding throughout the sky.

Wang Cheng was stunned and looked up suddenly.

But I saw that above him and Yu Hentian, red clothes were like fire and ink hair was flying.

She is thin and single-handed and can stand tall!

Behind her, a pair of flaming wings extended, and the aura of the holy beast Suzaku swept across the sky and the earth.

The Demon Spirit's Sky-Devouring Palm is extremely huge, like a mountain pressing down.

She raised her thunder right arm like that and used her tiny palm to hit the stone with her eggs.

The entire right arm was flashing with golden lightning, and the breath of the Martial Emperor surged out.

The palms collided, and a loud bang exploded.

The hurricane was like a blade, constantly storming towards Chu Yue.

Chu Yue raised her head and saw only the giant palm as if she was like a mountain. Black lightning filled the sky-devouring palm and passed through her right arm.

The breath of the Martial Emperor and the golden lightning on the right arm were completely covered by the breath of the Demonic.

The warriors were stunned everywhere in the Yu Mansion, and their expressions were mostly the same, as if the picture was frozen.

far away.

Above the Kowloon Loft.

Feng Ye, the saint son of the Sleepless Clan, drank tea lazily and evilly, and glanced at the place where the battle was fought.

Like hope, a dying person.

"With Princess Linlang taking action, the Holy Son, we just need to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

The beautiful woman next to her smiled proudly: "It just happened that the Demon Root gave Princess Linlang, let's take back the power of Shennong. At that time, the Holy Son, you will be the successor of the Shennong clan."

Feng Ye was bored and suddenly felt bored. He thought Ye Chuyue could struggle to death for many days, so he was looking for fun. Unexpectedly, Ye Chuyue's fate should be absent. When he met this unreasonable Princess Linlang, he had the Nine-Turn Demon Spirit Art and the Demon Spirit Devouring Palm. Even if Yu Gong Hentian and Wu Emperor King City sacrificed their lives to help, it was just a drop in the fight and had no chance of winning.

Since Princess Linlang decided to steal the demon roots openly, the three words Ye Chuyue have become a corpse that will be eaten.

Feng Ye was lazy in her posture and casually admired this battle with huge strength.

Suddenly—

"Bang."

The sound of the teacup falling to the ground.

Feng Ye's eyes, who were watching the battle situation, suddenly shook!

I saw that when my palms touched each other for a long time, Ye Chuyue was still hanging in the sky, with no sign of defeat!

Her mouth and nose were covered with blood, but she still dared to laugh out loud:

"Demon Spirit Heaven-Devouring Palm..."

"That's it? Is that just this? Princess Linlang, you are very incompetent-"

Her eyes, like purple gems, cracked black lightning, like the ghost of the dark night, like the messenger of hell, was even more like a demonic person than the princess of the demon.

She was full of demonic energy, fearless and brave, but extremely paranoid, and her face was full of cruel, bloodthirsty and cruelty to fight for life.

"Crack...Crack..."

Her right arm had a broken bone.

A crack appeared in the Demon Spirit's Sky-Devouring Palm.

But I saw more and more cracks in the giant palm, and finally, like gorgeous black fireworks exploding above Chu Yue's head, and slowly fell down.

In this black firework, she raised her left hand and wiped off the blood from her mouth and nose. When she looked back, her clothes fluttered, like a demon from the gods and an immortal from the demon path of hell. The contradictions merged with two temperaments that were incompatible, but everyone she saw felt that the beauty and evil in the world should have coexisted in the winter of the cold country as elegantly as her.

"Sister Chu!"

Wang Cheng's eyes were filled with tears and his face was flowing out.

It was shocked and moved, and mixed with all kinds of complex emotions that were unknown.

Yu Hentian looked at Chu Yue in shock.

After a moment of silence, he was both surprised and happy, and laughed like he was lost.

Smiling, laughing, tears are already covered in face.

He read that wrongly.

There is no one to protect the wrong person.

This child's talent and martial arts are even stronger than he imagined.

With the body of a mortal of Wuzong, he carried the demonic spirit of the upper realm's demonic path, even the geniuses in the middle realm who are rare in ages dare not say that they can do it.

But she did.

Princess Linlang was already shocked, and then she became even more overjoyed.

"It's indeed a demon root that is hard to find in the world. It can actually block my palm. Ye Chuyue, you are really strong." A madness spread in Princess Linlang's eyes.

If this demon root is used to repair her wounds, within three hundred years, she will be able to dominate the world, allowing those hypocritical and upright sects to take off their hypocritical masks and reveal their true colors.

The future will inevitably be the day of the Demon Lord’s world!

And her existence is like the human emperor who created the world and the world for the devil.

Below-

Both the Biluo Continental team and the Snake Venom Sect stopped fighting.

Whether it was Lu Yanran, Zhao Hungshan or Ji Rufeng, they were all shocked by this scene.

Ye Chuyue can resist the palm of the upper realm.

this……

It feels like a dream.

"Little Junior Sister... I don't know how many surprises you have." Ye Ying whispered to herself, crying and laughing.

Xiao Li held the Demon Breaking Sword in his hand and smiled.

And at this time.
Chapter completed!