How could the immortal soldiers dare to fight? The little courage they had left collapsed in an instant, and they fled one after another, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.
When Meng Zihuan learned of the death of Immortal Lord Eight, he was furious and immediately led his troops to attack.
However, the Demon Lord was not a vegetarian either. Meng Zihuan fought for three days and three nights on the bank of the River Styx, and in the end, the Demon Lord was defeated.
But Meng Zihuan didn't get anything good. After defeating Wang, he returned to heaven.
An immortal king asked him puzzledly why he wanted to annihilate the demon world in one fell swoop.
Meng Zihuan could not say that he was injured, but returned to his fairy palace without saying a word.
After the palace door was tightly closed and the barrier of the Immortal Palace blocked out all the breath from the outside world, he dared to cover his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
He immediately sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.
Nalan Lingyu soon learned about the defeat and injury of the Demon King. He brought the healing elixir and sent it to the demon world himself.
The Demon Lord looked at him with his face as pale as paper and his breath was extremely weak: "You came to see my joke."
Nalan Lingyu's lips curled up: "I'm not that free. Please don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart."
As he spoke, he handed over the medicine in his hand.
He raised the corners of his lips with disdain, "How can you be so kind?"
When Nalan Lingyu saw that he didn't answer, he threw the medicine bottle directly at him: "You think everyone is as petty as you."
Wu picked up the medicine bottle in his hand: "I forgot that you are not the stingy and cold Yu Chen now, you are Nalan Lingyu now."
Nalan Lingyu glanced at him strangely: "It's a pity Jun Wushang."
He could see that Jun Wushang had returned to his true form, otherwise Wang's injuries would only be more serious.
Wang snorted softly: "He was originally a part of my body, and now he has returned to his original form. Isn't it normal?"
Nalan Lingyu didn't want to argue with him: "Meng Zihuan will attack again, you should take good care of your injuries first."
After leaving these words, Nalan Lingyu didn't stay any longer, he turned around and left.
It's not that he wants to take care of the demon world's affairs, but that Wu saved Yun'er hundreds of thousands of years ago. Another reason is that he needs to unite with Wu to completely defeat Meng Zihuan.
Meng Zihuan's strength is much more than what appears on the surface.
There are no years in cultivating immortality, half a year passes in a blink of an eye.
The boundaries of the Nine Nether Hells have become increasingly unsuppressable.
Nalan Lingyu decided to use his Qiqiao Exquisite Heart to suppress it. He must not let the trillions of evil spirits and resentment in the Nine Nether Prison rush out, otherwise even he would not be able to stop it.
But he didn't dare to tell Yun'er about this matter, otherwise Yun'er would definitely be worried.
Nine-winged Tianlong followed Nalan Lingyu to the Nine Netherworld Prison.
The current Nine Netherworld Prison is no better than before. Nalan Lingyu clearly feels that the evil spirits and ghosts in the Nine Netherworld Prison have become much more violent and ferocious. Even their strength has increased dramatically, and each of them has at least reached the level of a ghost general.
level.
There are even thousands of extra ghost kings. There are even ghost kings and ghost saints. There are even more ghost emperors and ghost immortals.
The ghost fairy is equivalent to the flying fairyland of the monks.
This shocked Nalan Lingyu.
There is no spiritual energy or demonic energy for them to practice in the Nine Netherworld Prison. How did they grow to such terrifying strength?
Although he doesn't take these ghosts, generals, kings, immortals, and emperors seriously, if these things escape, the entire Shengxuan Continent will definitely turn into a hell on earth! No one will survive!