966. Chapter 966: 966 One Divine Profound Bijin Pill a Day 6
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Tai...Princess, I have committed many sins in this life, and I have no chance to atone for my sins, but...I also know a huge secret. I hope that the Crown Princess can expose this conspiracy and benefit all people in the world..."
"What secret?"
Murong Feixue's eyebrows were tangled, and there was a trace of doubt in her tone. She had already sent people to investigate the secrets of the Blood Refining Demon Lord. What else did she not know that was also related to the world's common people?
Tiandong spat out a mouthful of dirty blood again, and now he was at the end of his strength. Even if he was given an antidote, it would be impossible for him to survive. Murong Feixue could only lament in his heart that he had done his own thing and that he would not be able to survive. He was indeed the one to blame for everything. Once
Wrong, not everything can be turned around again.
"The secret... is... that the daughter of the Blood Refining Demon Lord is actually him and Nuwa... poof..." Before Tian Dong could finish his words, a mouthful of dirty blood appeared again.
Immediately afterwards, his body twitched violently for a moment, and then froze in place. A piece of dark blue skin appeared. Under the catalysis of the poison, mottled corpse spots gradually appeared. It looked terrifying.
abnormal.
This secret was not finished yet, and only Murong Feixue heard it. The others didn't know the reason, so they came up curiously to ask.
Murong Feixue frowned slightly, and could only shake her head, sighing: "He left before he finished speaking."
Huahua clenched the Cloud Dividing Knife in her hand, and said with resentment on her face: "You're a piece of trash. If you don't succeed, you'll fail! It's better not to say anything. It's annoying!"
Li Daiyuan also said with a sad face: "That's right... There are so many wounded people now, and there are still a steady stream of demon soldiers. Our army of 40,000 is now less than 20,000... What should we do..."
Everyone raised their eyes and saw those ferocious and powerful demonic soldiers flying down from the split whirlpool in a steady stream. As soon as they landed, they charged towards them with bared teeth and roars.
Biting, slashing, vine rolls, heavy blows, all kinds of cruel killing techniques are horrifying to watch. Many people have a look of despair on their faces, as if the end of the world has come. With low morale, Bu
He retreated in defeat. The Blood Refining Demon Lord didn't even need to take action, he just kept laughing wildly.
However, he didn't laugh for long before his voice suddenly stopped.
From somewhere, there came the sound of thunderous war drums and roars that resounded through the sky, coming from behind the demon soldiers. The sound was like a downpour, deafening, and the earth was shaking.
Murong Feixue raised her eyebrows, and a glimmer of hope finally rose on her gloomy face: "They are coming!"
"Who's coming?"
"Yeah...it sounds like there are millions of troops! What's going on?"
"I saw it, I saw it! It's His Royal Highness, Prince Long. Look! We are saved! We are saved!"
In front of the front line of thousands of troops, Long Ming stood on a golden dragon as huge as a hill. He was dressed in a spotless white robe. His flying black hair set off his delicate and elegant facial features.
It seems to exude an unspeakable momentum. There is a faint charm that looks down on the world. A true elegant aristocrat, aloof.
With a faint sweep of his black eyes, he looked down at the ugly and ferocious army of millions of demons under his feet without any fear.