The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

"You're a big-headed demon with fun!" Another demon couldn't bear it and cursed, "Have you ever seen anyone who was beaten while playing fun?"

"Then...?" The idiot didn't know why.

"Then you, hurry up and gather the army to save me!"

This battle, which cannot be ignored, finally alerted the demon army stationed nearby under Mo Yin Lian. Led by four demon kings, a group of demons rushed towards this direction quickly.

But when he was approaching the battle circle, he was stopped by Wen Bai.

The green-faced and fanged Taotie opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to swallow them all.

Although Wen Bai has always been a gourmet and disdainful of these unpalatable magic soldiers, when he turned into an adult, the ferocity inspired by his blood made him extremely hungry, and he was still hungry.

If Wen Shao hadn't kept telling him to take it easy, he would have swallowed many demonic soldiers in one go.

"Taotie... Taotie? Purebred Taotie?"

The faces of the four demon kings who were stopped were pale and frightened: "Aren't the ancient ferocious beasts extinct long ago?"

With the gluttonous beast on one side and the request for help from his own demon lord on the other, the demon lord was frightened and could only lead his troops to deal with Wen Bai.

Isn't there a saying in the human world that three cobblers can kill Zhuge Liang?

They have so many elite demon soldiers, and they don’t believe that the enemy (cheng) can’t (bu) defeat (si) a glutton.

Moyin Lian on the other side didn't have a good time either. When she came to the sky, the fighting area became larger, and she turned into her original shape. Her strength increased sharply, but she could still only draw a tie with the two of them.

Wen Shao was fighting with Xini on the side, mainly to block her escape route, but Mo Qi basically regarded her as a fighting machine, a machine to hone his fighting skills!

She could clearly feel that unlike her, who was getting more and more exhausted as she fought, Mo Qi became more energetic as he fought, as if he was the one who had taken some magic elixir just now!

Mo Qi's fighting skills can't be said to be good or bad. Wen Shao was naturally the one who usually sparred with him the most, but the battle between father and son was at most a sparring exercise, and it was completely different from a life-and-death battle.

Secondly, there are some spiritual beasts and monsters in the forest, but he is afraid that he will damage their meat by being too heavy-handed (his father wants to cook), so he cannot enjoy it every time.

But now he was fighting against Moyin Lian, and while he was having a great time, the hatred in his heart quickly fermented into a deeper motivation and desire for victory. His progress was visible to the naked eye.

Even Mo Qi didn't notice that the cultivation level in his body was growing like crazy, and the only thought in his mind was to kill Mo Yin Lian.

The swords, swords and shadows intertwined, and the demonic aura swept over him. Every move of Mo Yinlian had fatal power, and he showed no mercy.

However, no matter how cruel she was, she could not hurt the person in front of her at all. Instead, Mo Qi became more and more brave, and she gradually became invincible.

Moyin Lian knew very well that he couldn't kill them today. In the blink of an eye, he had already planned several different escape routes. However, before each one was launched, there would always be a calm figure at the beginning of the route.

He looked at her with a smile, looking harmless.

Wen Shao!

Moyin Lian was so angry that he vomited blood.

Damn it, not to mention that he had been deprived of his cultivation before. Even if he had not been deprived of his cultivation, wouldn't he be forced to become his subordinate?

How could these father and son grow up so fast in just a few decades?

If it were before, Moyin Lian would definitely want to get this method, but now, she will execute this method to death in her heart.

On the battlefield, strength accounts for seven points and momentum accounts for three points.

Moyin Lian had already begun to think about retreating, and the attacks on his hands became hesitant and timid. After a while, the dark beast was covered with several streaks of color, and bright red blood flowed along. It flows down the skin texture.

It turns out that such people also have red blood.

Mo Qi looked at the wounds on her body indifferently, and suddenly a crazy idea came to his heart:

Then will her heart also be red?

Before Mo Yin Lian could take a deep breath, Mo Qi rushed up again.

Damn, isn't he tired?

The demonic energy in his dantian had not yet been mobilized to resist, but he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Moyin Lian looked at Mo Qi who was close at hand with some confusion, and had only one thought in his heart - why did his speed become so much faster?

The next second, she fell into the pain and fear of having her heart ripped out alive.

"You..." With his heart separated from his body, Mo Yinlian's voice became breathless. His whole body was limp and powerless, but his spirit was extremely clear.

To use a scientific explanation, in times of crisis, adrenaline secretion accelerates, allowing her to make the final response to external stimuli.

And Mo Yin Lian's last impression of this world was that Mo Qi looked down at her still beating heart and smiled coldly: "It turns out it's red too, but it's too ugly and I don't like it."

After saying that, his heart was crushed.

"No!!" Moyin Lian screamed miserably, finally lost consciousness and fell from the sky.

Oh my god——

Feeling the movement above, Wen Bai quickly dodged the black thing falling from above.

What if I hit him? He is just a weak glutton!

Throwing objects from high altitude is so immoral!

He dodged, but the demon soldiers below were still a little confused.

Weren't they fighting Taotie just now? Where's Taotie?

Damn it, what did fall from above?

Qing Jun, the leader of the Four Demon Lords, subconsciously struck a blow, and then realized that it was his master, but it was obviously too late to stop, and he could only watch as he landed another blow on Mo Yin Lian's body. .

"My lord!!!"

The Demon Lord roared in pain, looking at Mo Yinlian's body with splitting eyes.

In the past eighty years, the Demon Realm has not gone out to cause trouble as part of its duty. Today's incident is really an unreasonable disaster!