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Chapter 1116 Demon

After entering the city, Zhang Ai was immediately summoned by Yan Jun. Luo Xiao also asked, "What did he say?"

Zhang Ai was a little nervous and said: "I didn't say anything, I just asked me to cook some food."

Luo Xiao also nodded and said: "Get him the best delicacy, by the way, not for ghosts, but for living people."

Zhang Ai opened her mouth and said, "He, isn't he a ghost? There is no shadow."

Luo Xiao also smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about that."

King Wenwu always speaks out, which is so annoying.

Chu Hao drank heavily and ate food. He hadn't had much pleasure in a long time. At this time, he felt someone behind him, and a voice said: "Who are you?"

It's Luo Yan, she's here.

Chu Hao turned around, showed his white teeth, and said, "Why are you here? It's very dangerous here."

Luo Yan said: "Aren't you very powerful? What danger could there be?"

Chu Hao touched his chin and said: "Yes, who is my opponent, haha..."

Luo Yan also smiled and said, "Have you always been narcissistic?"

Chu Hao said: "No, I can't help myself when I see you."

Luo Yan couldn't help but said: "Do you know me?"

Chu Hao was silent. The secret shadow ghost curse was too strong and weird, and everyone's memory was lost on him.

Chu Hao stood up, looked forward, and said, "It's time for you to go back."

Luo Yan also felt that there was a terrible smell coming at the entrance of the passage. She said: "You haven't told me yet, how do you know me."

"Say it, you may not believe it, I am your man."

Luo Yan was stunned, her heart suddenly ached. She looked at Chu Hao's back. She would never forget this back. It would appear in her dreams every night.

Why is this happening?

Why does my heart hurt so much?

What have I experienced with him? This memory must be very precious. Why can't I remember it?

Chu Hao said: "Zhang Ai, take her back."

Zhang Ai trotted forward and said: "General Secretary, let's go."

Luo Yan glared at Zhang Ai and said, "Turn your arm outward."

Zhang Ai wanted to cry, but she wanted to say I didn’t.

The breath in front was getting closer and closer, Chu Hao said: "Don't hinder me, hurry up and leave."

Luo Yan followed Zhang Ai and left. Looking at the young man's back, Luo Yan couldn't help crying.

Why should he bear it all alone?

Luo Yan thought of what Chu Hao said in the conference room.

"It's always been me, I'm used to it."

Luo Yan shouted: "I must come back."

Chu Hao did not look back. He stepped forward, pulled out the Demon-Knocking Sword, his expression became cold, and murmured: "Whether it is to fight into the Nine Nether Abyss, or to fall into hell, I will start a new chapter in the Yanhuang Realm."

He held the Demon Knocking Sword, and his whole body exuded a magical aura.

Thunder suddenly rolled in the void of the underworld, as if God was sighing, why should a good person fall into the devil's abyss and be controlled.

Chu Hao took steps forward, holding the Demon Knocking Sword tightly.

He didn't realize that in addition to the evil demonic nature, there was gray matter flowing in his body. These substances turned into various ferocious ghosts, hovering around Chu Hao, as if they were expecting something.

Chu Hao's eyes turned dark red.

The Demon Sword was excited and couldn't wait for Chu Hao to use it.

Suddenly, Chu Hao lowered his head and looked at the Kowling Demon Sword, and said coldly: "How can I let you control me, my great Saint Master? Get out of here."

The Demon Sword seemed to be angry, trembling continuously.

Chu Hao sneered and said: "Your strength can only be used by me. Now, whether you follow me into the Nine Netherworld or be abandoned in a corner, you make your own choice."

The Demon-Kowling Sword no longer trembled and seemed to have calmed down a lot. The gray matter and ghosts around Chu Hao also dispersed, but he let out a ferocious laugh.

Finally, two figures appeared at the entrance of the passage.

Chu Hao directly swung the Knocking Demon Sword.

With this sword, thunder rolled in the void, as if God was angry.

The black sword light with magical properties penetrated the void and killed the two figures that appeared.

The faces of City King and Bian Cheng King changed drastically, and a terrifying sword light came towards them with destructive force. It surrounded them and they had to defend quickly.

But it was useless. The City King was destroyed by this destructive sword light. His soul, his body, and everything about him were destroyed.

The City King let out a shocking scream.

The same is true for King Bian Cheng. His body is also collapsing and being swallowed by a demonic nature. Not only is he going to die, but he is also going to lose himself.

"magic?"

King Bian Cheng said in fear: "There is actually a demon here."

What is a demon?

God tests the way.

The catastrophe of all.

Fascinating person.

Those who are wronged souls and evil spirits.

Those who are greedy for profit.

The dependents block the way.

Those who disturb gods in dreams.

Those who are plagued by karmic diseases.

These are demons, some evil gods, they are worse than ghosts and worse than human hearts.

King Bian Cheng's body was collapsing, and he took out something, which was tears of love.

This is a rare treasure in Huangquan with mysterious power. After King Bian Cheng found it, he collected it and refined it. He named it Tears of Love.

King Bian Cheng poured the tears of love into his body, and the destructive demonic nature was eliminated a lot, allowing him to temporarily recover.

However, the City King is completely hopeless.

"Damn Yanhuang Hell." King Bian Cheng turned around and ran away.

King Bian Cheng obviously used some special method to avoid this disaster, but it was basically useless.

The City King's body was still disintegrating, and he looked at Chu Hao below with fear at the Demon-Knocking Sword.

"You, you actually have this magic sword."

The City King's face turned into fly ash, like fluorescent light, dissipating bit by bit.

A king of hell died like this.

"Ding...kill the City King, and the host will gain 150 million experience points."

"Ding...Kill the City King, and the opponent will drop items, one million soul balls."

"Ding...Kill the City King and get seven million merit points."

The system prompts: "Trigger the extraordinary level mission and enter the Nine Netherworld. From now on, kill two or more Hell Lords to complete the mission."

System prompt: "Complete the mission and you will get 500 million experience points."

The system prompts: "Complete the task and you will get 10 million merit points."

System prompt: "Complete the mission and you will get three emerald diamond treasure chests."

The little king of pretentiousness: Chu Hao

Level:5

Experience value: 200 million/600 million

Pretending value: 1.2 million

Mana: 1.02 million points

Merit points: seven million

Title: Anger the little prince, bury the love king, killing madman, show off well and make progress every day, holy master.

As soon as the City King died, there was lightning and thunder in the void, dark clouds gathered, and there was a heavy rain in the underworld.

It's like, God is crying.

The king of the city, who had an unusual status in the underworld, was actually killed, causing strange phenomena in the sky.

In the rear, almost everyone on the Yanhuang Army side took a breath of cold air.

All of this happened so fast. It was almost unbelievable that a Lord of Hell was killed like that.

Especially, Chu Hao severely injured two Yan Jun?

"Oh my God! He, what kind of monster is he?" Zhang Ai was dizzy. Who is this man?

Everyone in the Yan-Huang underworld was shocked.

The void, the thunder and the rainstorm, are like the sorrow and anger of God.

Chu Hao ignored all this and chased after him. King Bian Cheng was still running away.


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