If you mess with the devil, it's over!

In the evening, the setting sun returns to the mountains, the rays of rays paint the distant sky, and a little bit of red light reflects off the gray clouds.

The mountains in the distance are like barriers, like misty clouds, one after another, the gentle evening wind sweeps over the hills, the birds returning to their nests are busy, the dragonflies are playing beside the stream, the green mountains and green waters are picturesque, so beautiful. A beautiful picture of mountains and rivers!

"Master, can these heretics really help me become a strong person?"

In a cave that is neither deep nor shallow, not too big or too small, a bright light from above shines on the stone wall covered with vines. The bats roosting in the cave seem to have noticed that their nest has been intruded, and begin to flap their wings.

whoosh-

But before they could react, a purple-black light cut off the heads of several bats and flopped to the ground.

I saw a woman in black clothes with a bamboo hat on her head, purple-black evil energy reverberating in the palms of her hands. The woman was dressed very simply. She was dressed in black, with a white cloth strip tied around her waist, and a fiery red hair. The long hair was tied up with a hair rope, and the ring-shaped earrings on the earlobes looked red under the illumination of the demonic energy. He held a long gun in his left hand, with barbs between the guns, exuding a chill.

If this gun penetrates the human body, it is conceivable that even if it does not die, the barb between the gun can bring out a piece of flesh and blood from the human body. Without a panacea, it will be impossible to heal.

"Idiot, when I, the devil, were able to keep pace with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth hundreds of thousands of years ago, why should I be afraid of those dog-eat-dogs who claim to be righteous today?"

"Since the fall of the demon lord, my demonic path has been suppressed by the righteous monks for hundreds of thousands of years. Now I am like a dog crossing the street. It is really hateful." These words rang in the woman's ears out of thin air. As soon as she finished speaking, suddenly an old woman made a faint sound. The shadow evolved from the woman's spear.

Although the woman looked old and had white hair, her eyes were like those of an abyss demon, extremely dark red. Under a thick black robe, her body was looming, and her lower body could not be seen. It was extremely terrifying.

"The right way is the way, and the evil way is also the way. It's just that in the sudden battle between immortals and demons, we, the demons, were just one move away. This history is written by the winner."

"The Demon Lord has fallen, and now all the villains in the Demon World are in charge of their own affairs, and the old woman is powerless." When Xuying said this, he didn't know if he was sighing, but his blood-red eyes were even better.

"The old woman's broken body can't last long, and she can't seize her body. Her soul is incomplete. You must find the reincarnated demon lord. Only the demon lord can bring our demon realm back to life."

"I understand." The woman nodded, but there was a flash of greed in her gloomy eyes. Why did she want to find the Demon Lord? Wouldn’t it be great if I were the new Demon Lord?

The old woman looked at her apprentice, and her eyes flashed with self-mockery. Is the word "Demon Lord" a right to be called on her lips?

No one in the Demonic Way has ambitions, and so did I. I was young and vigorous with this goal, but in the end I discovered that only one person could have the title "Demon Lord".

The reason why she was eager to find the reincarnated demon lord was not because of loyalty, but to use the demon lord's magic power to condense the soul suppressed in the demon-suppressing tower for herself.

This woman was Fei, one of the seven protectors when the demon world was prosperous.

"Chi'er, someone is here. In this deserted mountain forest, it's just the right time for me to stabilize my body."

"Yes." The woman cupped her hands, with a hint of cunning in her calm eyes. She glanced outside the cave and narrowed her eyes slightly.

To be honest, she actually didn't want to cause some innocent killings, but she still couldn't live without this old monster.

Her name is Jiang Wuyue. She is not a native of these four territories, but was born in Fumo, an overseas country.

After walking out of the cave, she looked at the setting sun on the horizon. The spear in her hand was suddenly covered by a purple-black demonic energy. She stepped forward with her right foot, stepped into the air, and disappeared from the spot.

On the Fanyuan boat, Yu Xi was also looking at the sunset on the horizon, his eyes calm and plain.

"It should take another hour to reach the Liupo Mountain Range." The young man Rong Jie flashed a white light and a map appeared in his hand.

According to his estimation, he should be able to arrive in the evening, but who would have known that the approximate target on the map was correct, but the distance calculation was really wrong.

A gust of cool evening breeze blew over the young man's fair and pretty face, and three thousand green hairs were flowing in the wind like a waterfall. The sun was setting in the west, which was not a pleasure.

Yu Xi slowly closed his eyes, wanting to relax and feel the comfortable night breeze, but within a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"This is... Demonic Qi..." His heart tightened. He was too familiar with Demonic Qi. He had only heard about it before, but after staying with Qi Lan for a while, he became familiar with it. Very sensitive to breath.

whoosh-

Looking at the coquettish pupils in the distance, a purple-black gun shadow suddenly reflected, attacking his flying magic weapon.

"Not good." Yu Xi secretly thought in his heart. He couldn't dodge at the speed of the flying spiritual weapon. He had no choice but to control the source boat to fall freely, and then he avoided the blow.

After falling rapidly, Fu Yi was fine and stabilized after just shaking his body, while Han Ying was in a more embarrassed state and was almost thrown out of the boat.

"Sir." Fu Yi reacted quickly, drew out the long knife from his waist and came to the young man.

"You control the Origin Boat." As soon as the young man finished speaking, a wave of frost rose up from his white feet as he stepped into the air.

"Why are you blocking my way?" Looking at the woman in black and wearing a bamboo hat who appeared out of nowhere in front of him, Yu Xi looked at her coldly, with a cold light shining in his hand under the sunset.

"I'm sorry, this beautiful young master, I'm in some trouble, so I want to borrow your head, as well as the ones behind you." The woman's voice was calm and cold, very gloomy.

Hearing these words, a sharp light flashed in Yu Xi's cold eyes. He moved the long sword in his hand, and the biting ice aura around his body stirred up. His feet touched the air, and the frost on the delicate soles spread and disappeared. In place.

He flashed in the air and came to the woman. The sword was sharp and the ice covered the blade. It made a buzzing sound in the air and went straight to the person's throat.

Just when the young man's long sword was about to stab her throat, Jiang Wuyue slowly raised her head, her plain eyes suddenly stained with blood, like a demon who had just awakened from hell.

The spear in his right hand danced, and a wave of demonic energy gathered in the spear and swept towards the young man.

clang clang-

The sound of fine iron colliding was heard, cold air splashed out, demonic energy floated, and the young man's light figure flew out upside down.

bump--

The young man's back hit Fan Yuan Zhou hard, and a stream of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He forced himself to use ice spiritual power to stabilize his body and prevent him from falling from his mouth.

"We have to go..." Yu Xi quickly came to the conclusion in his heart that he couldn't defeat him at all. Although this man hid his cultivation, he was definitely far better than himself.

"Sir..."

"Sir..."

This scene happened so fast. From the young man's attack to his injury, it took just one breath for Fu Yi and Han Ying to react.