I guard the world with the Lord of the Underworld

The front and back of the corridor were blocked by nine demons. One of the demons joked: "Run, why don't you run away."

"Look, this demon clan looks like a human, but no one has the brains to let me run away. Do you think it's stupid for us to run away?" Wen Ci turned to Yun Shu and said seriously to Yun Shu. .

Yun Shu's head was full of black lines, and Captain Wen's thoughts were different from others.

"Hmph, you're looking for death!" Several demons were enraged and rushed over.

"Isn't it wonderful?" The voice sounded again.

Hua Qingyao was still looking at the two curtains on the wall calmly, showing the scenes of Shang Shixu and Wen Ci respectively.

Especially Shang Shixu's side has entered a tense and intense situation. Shang Shixu's power can no longer fully deal with the monsters that are constantly coming in and getting stronger.

Wen Ci was surrounded by nine demons and were beaten together.

Under such circumstances, no matter how strong the two are, they cannot win.

Hua Qingyao watched calmly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Eat you..." The voice revealed greed, "You are so strong, the taste of fear must be very delicious."

Hua Qingyao smiled and stood up slowly, "Afraid? I'm afraid you can't see it."

After concentrating his gaze, Hua Qingyao said firmly: "No one in the institute has ever been afraid." He glanced at the picture on the wall and raised his lips, "There is only fear from the enemy."

"Hahaha..." The demon hiding in the dark laughed, "I'm so scared that they are dying without even looking at them."

Hua Qingyao raised his eyebrows. No one had a life-saving ultimate move yet. When the last resort came, the two of them resorted to their ultimate move, which really frightened the enemy.

"There is nothing wrong with the investigation office." Hua Qingyao snorted coldly.

"You are an ordinary person with no spiritual power, you are really overestimating yourself..." Mo Zheng, who was hiding in the dark, was about to taunt a few words, but his voice suddenly stopped, as if his throat was being restrained and he could not speak.

The turbulent energy spurted out and swept quickly, filling the entire space.

The wall twisted and began to shrink continuously, quickly squeezing and destroying the space laid out by the demons. The windows and door panels on the eighteenth floor exploded into pieces.

All the fragments were suppressed by force and rushed into the office.

In the end, the only intact door was the office in the worst location.

Hua Qingyao didn't say anything, didn't even look at the picture displayed on the wall, he stepped forward and said: "Open the door!"

There was no movement inside. Hua Qingyao sneered, and the door in front of him instantly turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

The office that was supposed to be dark was actually brightly lit. Standing inside was a man with fine features and a stern expression on his face, "Huasuo, you are stronger than I thought."

Hua Qingyao smiled, raised his legs noncommittally, and stepped in step by step.

As Hua Qingyao walked in, the power that was violently raging throughout the space suddenly disappeared. Only the tragic scene outside showed that it had indeed happened.

Hua Qingyao looked at him without saying a word. The handsome man couldn't help but said, "Why, is Hua Suo going to die for his subordinate?"

The handsome man held his chin, "Huasuo is indeed delicious, but... you alone are not enough."

Hua Qingyao murmured coldly and raised his hand, spiritual power surging at his fingertips.

The handsome man mocked, such an attack had no offensive power.

Hua Qingyao did not attack the man directly, but dispersed his spiritual power into countless spiritual threads, which spread in front of the man and was pushed away.

The handsome man continued to sarcastically say: "I didn't expect that Hua Suo had such a false reputation." After finishing his words, he was stunned and turned around in surprise.

The spiritual threads that had been slipped away just now had surrounded him and were shrinking at the moment.

The strong pressure made it difficult for the man to breathe and made his blood boil.

"With just a space, anyone who dares to bully me is overestimating his own capabilities." Hua Qingyao said coldly, punching out hard, and with a bang, the space squeezed by the spiritual thread exploded.

The thread filled with spiritual power instantly wrapped around the man, and with a few swipes, he cut countless bloody marks.

The wound is not deep, but it hurts, a pain that hurts to the core and even invades the soul.

"Ah!" The man screamed, backed up continuously, waved his hands in disorder, summoned a ball of black mist, and tore Hua Qingyao's spiritual thread into pieces.

He shivered in pain and turned pale.

"I underestimated you." The man stared at Hua Qingyao. Could it be that his intelligence was wrong? It was obvious that Hua Qingyao was incompetent. How could this happen?

"I don't believe that your spiritual power can continue to be output." The man quickly adjusted his plan. Hua Qingyao violated the restrictions and would never last long.

As he finished speaking, the man raised his hand, seemingly holding something, which glowed whitely.

Hua Qingyao felt a powerful and vigorous power coming from the light, without any panic in front of him, "You will know soon how long it can output." There was a smile on his face, but his words were quite strong.

"It won't take long to deal with you." Hua Qingyao's smile deepened, making the man feel inexplicably in danger.

The man tightened his palms, and a black ball slowly spilled out from the white mist, entwined with wisps of thunder and lightning, mixed with a slight crackling sound of explosions.

As the black ball continued to move, a black crack was drawn in the air wherever it passed, and the man smiled cruelly. The black ball hit Hua Qingyao without warning, sliding through a long crack in mid-air.

Hua Qingyao slowly showed a faint smile, and the man's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.

He saw the black ball flying in front of Hua Qingyao, but he remained indifferent and just watched quietly. The shock wave it brought danced on his bangs, but the black ball actually stopped steadily.

The man was shocked, what happened?

The man watched in surprise as Hua Qingyao lowered his head to look at the black ball on his chest, and then moved his eyes to the black ball again. Only then did he realize that the black ball did not stop on his own, but was blocked by a force.

The black ball kept spinning, but unfortunately it couldn't score any more points.

Hua Qingyao suddenly laughed, raised his hand and directly cut the palm of his hand. Then blood dripped, and there was a roar. The whole space shook, the walls began to shake, and the lights above flickered on and off.

It was obvious that he was a demon, but at this moment, a thought came to his mind, in fact, Hua Qingyao was more like a demon.

Hua Qingyao shouted loudly: "Broken!"

There was a long roar in the space, and the surging power that destroyed everything rushed out. The black ball was unable to resist and was instantly submerged in the energy tide.

The man was unsteady on his feet and was knocked back by the impact of the energy wave, crashing directly into the wall.

He heard a crackling sound coming from the wall behind him, and without waiting for a reaction, the wall behind him turned into ashes, and he barely relied on the things in his hands to sustain his energy to prevent himself from being shattered by Hua Qingyao's power. .

The energy of the treasure kept flowing in the body against Hua Qingyao's energy, faster and faster, causing his meridians to begin to feel tearing pain, as if they were about to explode.

The man wanted to stop, but then he realized that he couldn't stop. He couldn't even move his fingers and was suppressed by Hua Qingyao's power.

He did not dare to relax at all, and could only rely on instinct to resist. When he looked up, he found that there was only condensation in Hua Qingyao's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object.

The man was stunned, and the strength in his body fluctuated slightly. His internal organs were suddenly attacked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Hua Qingyao's bright red palm raised slightly, pulling out black energy lines in the void.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the man always felt that something was wrong with Hua Qingyao's power. He was violent and violent, like an uncontrolled river about to burst its banks.