My wife is not a demon

Sensing that the surrounding spiritual power began to gather rapidly, Chen Mu's eyelids twitched suddenly, and the short blade in his hand pierced like a nimble lightning silver snake.

Just when the dagger was less than ten centimeters away from the hunchbacked old man, the old man suddenly straightened his back.

The hump on the back disappeared.

And the originally short and stooped body has become a lot more mighty and tall, and the coercion that erupts is like a thick wall oppressing the opponent's psychology.

"My husband, be careful!"

Bai Xianyu's exclamation came from behind.

With a warning in Chen Mu's heart, he suddenly raised his head and found a huge translucent turtle shell surrounded by spiritual power falling from the sky.

boom--

The tortoise shell firmly covered Chen Mu inside.

After falling to the ground, countless thick red blood appeared at the bottom of the edge of the tortoise shell, and it stuck to the ground by itself, forming a closed space.

Even a first-class top expert can hardly open the turtle's shell with brute force.

"And this magic weapon?"

Chen Mu smiled disapprovingly, and swung his sword away.

After the collision of the sword blade with spiritual power, the entire blade was directly shattered into pieces, but the turtle shell did not leave a single scratch.

so hard?

Chen Mu was slightly taken aback.

With a dignified expression, he clenched his fists tightly, and black liquid gushed out from the skin of his arms, and he smashed it with violent force!

With the rumbling sound, the turtle shell trembled, but it still didn't break.

On the contrary, Chen Mu's arm was aching.

"What a powerful magic weapon."

Chen Mu was very surprised.

At this moment, Bai Xianyu and the three daughters saw that Chen Mu was suddenly trapped by a mysterious turtle shell, and rushed to kill the old man.

"Old thief, let your husband out!"

Bai Xianyu scolded coquettishly.

The old man who was no longer hunchback glanced at Chen Mu who was still struggling to beat the turtle shell, smiled mockingly, raised his staff and danced lightly a few times.

"Next, let the old man play with you three girls."

The blood mist rippling around became thicker several times, covering everyone's sight.

"Zhiyue, Qiao'er, try not to separate."

Bai Xianyu grabbed the arms of the two women, guessing the old man's intentions, and said coldly.

"This old guy obviously wants to deal with us separately. His body protection is gone. Find a way to grab the staff in his hand and don't fight with him."

Yun Zhiyue and Su Qiaoer nodded, and moved closer to Bai Xianyu.

Wisps of bright red blood mist slowly floated.

The old man's voice was erratic around like a ghost, and from time to time he said words that teased them, very pleased with himself.

"Beauty, stop resisting and be obedient."

"The little beauty is really pretty."

"..."

"The old guy is courting death!"

Yun Zhiyue's beautiful eyes were full of evil, and her ten onion-like fingers seemed to be dancing, releasing a complicated seal, intending to disperse the permeating blood-colored mist, but found that the effect was minimal.

The figure of the old man emerged on his own, with a sneer on his face: "Is this the Yin-Yang technique? It seems that you are members of the Yin-Yang Sect."

Swish!

Bai Xianyu swung his long whip and hit the old man.

The figure collapsed.

The next moment, the old man appeared on the other side again, staring at them with a smile: "Why is the beauty so angry? That kid can't save you, so let the old man—ouch!"

Halfway through the old man's words, he suddenly let out a cry of pain.

Bai Xianyu and the three girls were startled and looked at each other in blank dismay.

What happened?

As the blood mist dissipated little by little, they finally saw the situation in front of them clearly.

I saw Chen Mu, who was still trapped by the magic weapon of the turtle shell, now grabbed the back of the old man's neck, and slapped the old man's face one after another.

"Is it a turtle?"

"Are you teasing my woman?"

"It's awesome, isn't it?"

"..."

The old man was obviously confused.

After being slapped and slapped, he was completely dizzy, with countless stars in front of his eyes, and he didn't even know what happened.

Taking advantage of the time between being beaten, he glanced at the tortoise's shell and found that the tortoise's shell was intact. He was shocked and puzzled: "What's the matter? The tortoise's shell wasn't broken. How did he get out? Could it be a hole dug from the ground?"

Not only him, Yun Zhiyue and the others were also puzzled.

"Old man, shame on your face!"

Chen Mu continued to slap his face.

The white jade crutch in the old man's hand was still tightly held by him, and every time he wanted to perform a spell, he was beaten up by Chen Mu.

"Bastard!"