Wildfires rolled across the deserted platform, and the wind brought by Feng Jingji quickly spread in the turbid air.

The Qianyuan Cauldron hangs high in the sky, and the sound of the rolling fire is like thunder.

The place where Bai Lian was standing was against the backlight of the Qianyuan Cauldron, and the firelight could not come in. Their eyebrows flickered in the embers of the beacon fire.

The intense heat emanating from the smoke of the war still lingers in the air.

The moment Shen Qiuzhi appeared in the Qianyuan Cauldron, Demon Lord A'luo was fighting from the end of the long steps to the other end. Every time she took a step, there would be indescribable demons who would be torn apart by the violent madness in her body.

broken.

Although she was surrounded by demons, the only ones who survived a direct confrontation with her were Erhe Zangxin, who was seriously injured and lost an arm, and King Daoman, who succeeded in several sneak attacks.

But even so, neither Zhanxin nor King Daoman dared to approach Arao's three-foot circle at will, as if they were extremely afraid of her terrifying state of being violent and out of control at this moment.

The phoenix crown was shattered, and half of Ah Rao's sinister and pale face was covered by her long hair, like a devil who had just woken up from hell.

But Balian succeeded in getting closer to her.

The cold sword in her hand was pressed against her heart.

With a little effort, it seemed that it could penetrate her thin figure.

Even though he didn't do anything, he could easily and simply restrain the demon king who was killing everyone with just one simple action.

The seventy-two hell magic generals reacted very quickly to seize this flaw, each held a binding technique, bit the tip of their tongue and recited the incantation silently quickly.

The demonic energy around him surged wildly, turning into slender chains that jumped out like poisonous snakes.

They danced wildly from all directions, tightly binding and locking A'rao's limbs, waist and abdomen!

The entire Shinto became quiet.

A heart-wrenching smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

King Daoman looked at Balian with a playful look.

Even Yun Rong, who was regarded as a mascot and was sitting high in the hall, heard the shocking sounds of fighting outside the palace.

He couldn't help but curiously took off his fine clothes and walked out of the palace.

Yun Rong is the real outsider at today's banquet, so she is holding a banana in her hand, leaning leisurely on the doorpost, looking over from a distance as if watching a show.

She was entrusted by her own demons to come here, and the fourth sword of Tiandang Tianxi actually watched and presided over the ceremony for the demon king in this demon world.

Early in the morning, Yun Rong allowed herself to be manipulated by the female officials in this devil's palace. Who knows why she was finally placed in the high hall where the elders respected her.

If it hadn't been for this sudden and major change, she would have already drank tea from the two newlyweds at this moment.

When the female officials respectfully invited her to the high seat, Yun Rong finally understood why her inner demon wanted to exchange identities with her.

She simply didn't want to experience this ridiculous thing about drinking 'wife tea' again.

She is not the Demon Lord's mother, she is only about two hundred years old, and the Demon Lord is probably over a thousand years old.

After sitting in that seat for just over an hour, Yun Rong couldn't get rid of the awkwardness all over his body.

Just as he was about to go out, he saw Balian's sword pointing at the Demon Lord, and he was about to get blood splattered on the spot.

Yun Rong knew that he might not be able to drink the 'daughter-in-law's tea' today.

This little corpse demon is really coming of age. Less than a year after he was released from the coffin, he has turned Xianling City and the demon world upside down.

In Xianling City, not only did Fang Geyu, the richest young woman in the world, climb on his golden chariot, but now he could even climb on the embroidered couch of the mighty Demon Lord.

But looking at the tense posture, I guess it won't work out today.

The little corpse demon is still too young. It is obvious that he was used as a spearman by the old fox of Burial Heart. How can he be the opponent of the demon king with his little cultivation.

I'm afraid it's not that I can't kill the king, but it's the truth to let him go at night and be pressed on the bed by His Majesty the Demon King to tidy him up.

Baili'an stepped down the stairs, the sword in his hand being delivered steadily with his footsteps.

But after all, Tiance Junshan can only be regarded as a 'spiritual sword' that has just awakened. If it is important rather than sharp, how can it destroy the demon king's physical body.

A'luo raised his dark eyebrows and took a step back when the sword edge hit the ground.

Tiance Junshan's sword didn't even cut through her clothes.

Where is the person who promised to save your life?

Why is it so much like child's play?

The corners of Zangxin's curved lips froze, and she frowned and warned: "Master Si Chen, the evil beast may lose control at any time. If we don't deal with her in time, there will be endless troubles!"

Bailian looked sideways and suddenly smiled: "It's true that I have a deal with Lord Burian Xin, but Lord Burian Xin seems to think too highly of me.

This is His Majesty the Demon Lord, even if I stand still and let me chop her alive, I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave the slightest trace on her body, right?”

For a moment, Zang Xin was a little unsure of Bai Lian's thoughts. His eyes darkened and he said, "Now you and I are just grasshoppers on the same rope. Lord Si Chen can't retreat temporarily."

King Daoman turned the pole-devouring cone in his hand and looked at Balian with interest. His angry face actually smiled in an extremely friendly manner:

"If this little brother finds it difficult to do it, do you need me to lend you this treasure?"

Bai Lian took back Tiance Junshan in his hand and smiled, a innocent and harmless smile: "Can this thing kill her?"

A'luo, who was standing in front of her, did not move. The wild energy around her body floated quietly. She tilted her head slightly and looked at the smile on Bai Lian's face in a strange and quiet way.

At this moment, the Demon Lord has flaws all over his body, and even the many Demon Generals on both sides of the Jade Steps can clearly see it.

However, Zang Xin and King Dao Man did not move, and no one dared to step forward and risk their lives.

Just as Balian asked.

Can you kill her?

If she couldn't be killed, it would only further arouse her madness, and it would be another bloody battle to the death.

A beast that is cornered and on the verge of death is often more dangerous and deadly.

King Daoman gently placed his fingers between his eyebrows a few times, as if he was thinking about this issue seriously.

Bailian didn't give him time to answer. He raised his head and glanced at the sky and said, "Isn't the Yang Yan in the Qianyuan Cauldron unable to suppress these evil beasts?"

The implication is that there is not much time left for you.

Zhanxin looked impatient, winked at King Daoman, and whispered: "This kid is a restless master, let's do it ourselves!"

King Daoman nodded slightly, as if he had not heard the whisper of Zhan Xin. His An Ran expression was full of patience, but this patience was directed towards Bai Lian: "Then how can this little brother need my help?

Woolen cloth?"

Bai Lian pointed to the Qianyuan Cauldron above his head.

The demons were horrified in their hearts.

Good guy, I thought Lord Suga was thinking of His Majesty the Demon Lord's affection and wanted to be merciful.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that the idea was to make her immortal forever.

The Qianyuan Cauldron can burn the souls of all living things, but even the Taiyin Emperor holding the Yin scroll in his hand cannot recover any soul that is destroyed by the Yang Yan Yin Thunder.

With His Majesty the Demon Lord's cultivation, even if a hundred thousand Yang Yan Yin Thunder bites his body, he may not fall.

This Qian Yuan Cauldron may melt her body, but it cannot completely transfer the soul of a Thousand Tribulation Realm.

But if we want to trace the origin, the young seeds of the Burning Heart Fruit were taken from the oven Yangyan in the Qianyuan Cauldron. It would be better if it is a mature Burning Heart Fruit. If it is a young Burning Heart Fruit that has not yet been activated and matured, once it is

It is refined by the human body and then put back into the oven.

Then the young seeds of the Burning Heart Fruit in the body will be activated and ripened by the sun flames in the oven in an instant. The power of the Burning Heart Fruit explodes instantly, and even the demon king in the Thousand Tribulation Realm can only be swallowed up.

A clean portion.

Sure enough, if this man becomes cruel, women will really have nothing to do with him.

The impatience in Zang Xin's eyes was instantly wiped away, and he couldn't help but look at Bai Lian differently.

I thought that this guy was indecisive and easily restrained by irrelevant emotions, but I never thought that he had such a ruthless and decisive side.

He is also an unexpectedly ruthless person.

King Daoman took a serious look at Balian again, and without saying anything else, he snapped his fingers.

The Qianyuan Cauldron in the sky shook heavily and fell into the ground, under the long steps.

The smile on Bailian's face disappeared and he said indifferently: "I reminded you to cancel this canonization ceremony."

"But you don't want to."

"Then you can't blame anyone else."

He raised his palm, and spiritual power condensed in his palm. The blue-white spiritual power reflected his palm lines extremely clearly.

Bai Lian stepped down and crushed a golden bead that fell on the white jade steps. It was a golden bead that fell to pieces with the phoenix crown.

A'rao's limbs were bound by chains, seemingly unable to move, but the madness around her was not subdued. In fact, with just a slight movement of her fingers, she could break the shackles and even severely injure the seventy-two hell magic generals.

But she seemed to have her heart and soul frozen. She didn't move for a long time, and there was a gloomy turbidity in her eyes.

In Balian's peripheral vision, the outline of Shen Qiuzhi's soul was reflected.

Next, a palm condensed with spiritual power was imprinted on Aluo's chest without any reservation.
To be continued...