"I don't want to talk nonsense with you." He closed his eyes and opened them again. The fire of the demon world was reflected in his eyes, but his face was whiter than frost and snow: "Give Yun Rong back to me."
"Give Yun Rong back to me?" She repeated his words carefully, her eyes seemed to be distorted in an instant, and her smile was like the light of a poisoned sword, magnificent and evil.
"Master has really worked hard for her. Knowing that I hate those righteous monks, he came to me alone to ask for her. You know, if you bring someone here, I will never let you see her again."
This time, she did not call her mistress again, and looked coldly at a certain place in the void, above the Netherworld River, where a white and desolate devil's prison appeared without any warning.
That is the most dangerous place where demons are imprisoned for their rebellion!
The gate of the devil's prison slowly opened, and a figure tied to an iron cross slowly emerged from the darkness, and the cold and bloody aura of murder spread out.
Seeing this scene, his calm and cold gaze was finally completely broken. His eyes were red, and the sword storm around him rose in anger. Thirteen sword souls slashed like a sword screen, directly cutting into pieces the dark demon prison!
A'rao lowered her eyes and smiled, but she didn't give him a chance to save him. She raised her hand to grab it, and two dark chains loomed in the air. The other end was actually connected to the shoulder blades behind Yun Rong. She raised her arm and pulled.
The woman in the Broken Demon Prison fell far away under her throne.
Her fingertips were relaxed, and the small silver sword hung above Yun Rong's head.
A'luo stood up from the throne, looked at the man on the other side who began to tremble violently all over, and asked softly: "I broke her shoulder bones and penetrated her body with the magic bone chain."
"Master, do you hate me?"
Thunder struck at night, dull as a giant hammer beating a war drum. The bright thunder illuminated his handsome face, which was as pale as an ice lake. He said: "It's not that I hate you, but that you hate me."
A'rao's eyes were narrowed deeply, and there was a surge of sadness in her eyes, but soon she calmed down all these emotions in a strange and dangerous way.
She smiled sweetly and said: "I want to break her sword's clear heart."
"Master, do you hate me?"
"..."
"It's a pity that she has a strong heart and doesn't give her a chance, so I have to cripple her right hand so that she will never be able to hold a sword."
Those black and cold eyes stared deeply at him from a distance, almost pathologically paranoid, and asked softly again without giving up: "Master, do you hate me?"
He felt a deep chill running through the bones in his body, and looked at Yun Rong with trembling eyes. Her sword robe was still intact, not to mention fatal injuries on her body, and there were no traces of torture.
Only the sleeve on his right hand was dark red, with blood dripping from it.
I saw that her right hand, almost from the fingertips to the wrist, was covered with horrific bloody sword marks that were crisscrossing horizontally and vertically!
I don’t know how many sharp weapons have been wielded and cut on it.
Especially when her slender wrist was almost cut across by some blunt blade, the flesh and skin split open to both sides into a horrific blood wound, and the most important spiritual power node had been completely destroyed.
The hands that were once slender and beautiful, and tied his hair into a crown, withered into the bloody appearance before him.
Just like what she said.
His first wife could no longer hold a sword.
He felt a suffocating pain in his heart, and he could not answer Aluo's question.
"Ahem..." Yun Rong, who was lying on the devil's land, slowly stood up. After coughing a few times, the woman who was a prisoner in embarrassment wiped away the blood on her lips. Her pale lips were slightly curved, and she smiled like
As relaxed and lazy as usual.
"Aluo, did you ask the wrong person when you asked 'Do you hate me' three times? The ones who got hurt out of the three questions were your wife and I. The one who has the right to hate you is not him."
A'luo heard this, looked down at her, looked her over, and suddenly smiled and said: "You have a calm temperament, Yun Rong, don't you know what kind of situation you are in right now? You are not afraid at all?"
"Afraid?" Yun Rong flipped the two magic bone chains on his body casually, with a smile on his lips: "If I am afraid, I can return to my husband..."
She patted the dust between her skirts, and her attitude seemed to be perfunctory: "Then I will reluctantly be afraid."
A'luo sneered and shook his head: "You really live up to your reputation as a swordsman."
The two chains in her hands suddenly collapsed, like an evil dragon rising from the sea, lifting her off the ground and throwing her heavily towards the Netherworld River.
The Netherworld River, once entering the Netherworld, it is difficult for the living to return.
His expression changed drastically, and there was a hint of pleading in his urgent voice: "No!!!"
The magic chain that was thrown high suddenly collapsed, and Yun Rong stopped dangerously on the river.
"Master, are you begging me again?" A'rao sneered: "If you really want to ask for someone, then A'rao will be bold enough to ask Master for something in return."
He tensed his body and asked, "What do you want?"
She remained silent for a moment, then slowly said two words: "Jianliu."
Hearing these two words, he was slightly in a trance and pursed his lips without moving.
Seeing his appearance, A'luo immediately smiled, with a deep and cruel smile: "Master treats me so badly, throwing me into the soul-suppressing tower so that I can't be seen is not enough, even the Tianxi Sword Willow that he once gave me
You will be destroyed too."
She nodded with approval: "Yes, after all, I am the only stain in Master's clean life. Who would leave these things around for a thousand years? It's a pity..."
Her voice was so indifferent that it was almost frightening: "This could have...changed her life."
The long chain was pulled out of the body, and Yun Rong fell towards the blue River Styx.
A strange scene happened. The raging River Styx, which was eager to swallow all things, split into two at his feet. The sword energy was vague, and when he took it back, he actually cut open the River Styx that could not be shaken for eternity.
The endless demons behind her made shocking cries.
That sword was full of wind and power, and the place where the sword passed was like a sword from heaven breaking a river, which was spectacular and beautiful.
Not a drop of Styx water touched Yun Rong.
His body turned into a white rainbow, and the power of the sword in his hand continued. The wide river became wider and wider. He fell into the divided river, caught Yun Rong, and moved forward all the way.
Finally, his body landed on the demon soil. He hugged Yun Rong firmly with one hand, his face was as heavy as water, and he raised his hand and slashed out with a ruthless sword.
Most of the millions of demon soldiers behind A'luo were instantly annihilated by this domineering and angry sword.
Liuhe, who was kneeling on the ground, looked shocked and horrified.
Did he already have such transcendent strength before he achieved the imperial body?
A'luo's expression remained unchanged: "Master, you have such a strong murderous aura."
She had never seen him so out of sorts.
Even when he knew she was the Demon Lord, although his attacks were ruthless, his murderous intent was never as clear as now.
With one strike, the simple long sword in his hand turned into dots of fireflies and scattered back into the Divine Mansion.
One hand quickly changed to two hands to hold the woman in his arms tightly. Although the expression on his face did not change, anyone could feel the tension and cherishment he felt after being lost.
Yun Rong lay in his arms and couldn't help frowning: "Junior brother, don't shake, my back hurts badly."
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