Ex-wife villain

Although the Confucian Sage's Haoran Ruler blocked the power of the Demon Lord's punch, the residual power still spread out and shook the prince's body to pieces, causing Qi and blood to surge in his body.

Prince Zhou Huan clutched his chest, and his heart kept hitting his chest as if it was about to burst out of his body, the pain was excruciating.

For a moment, he felt like he was really going to die.

The furious Confucian saint raised the broken ruler in his hand and swiped it towards the Demon Lord.

"With righteousness and sincerity, Haoran will slay evil spirits!"

As the ruler fell, the air rippled, and an invisible awe-inspiring barrier covered the Demon Lord like an upside-down bell.

Immediately afterwards, countless whips appeared within the barrier and whipped the Demon Lord.

"Hmph, there's a bit of a sour air!"

The Demon Lord spread his five fingers apart, and his white hair floated up, becoming extremely long in an instant, and then entangled the whips.

With a strong swing, the pure white giant bell formed by the condensed Confucian aura was shattered into pieces!

The ruler in the Confucian saint's hand completely shattered.

The emanating white hair continued to extend and spread, and each strand seemed to be alive, constantly interweaving and interweaving with each other, forming a huge circular wall, trapping everyone present inside.

Three thousand feet of white hair!

"It's your turn, why don't you take action?"

The Demon Lord stared at Zhao Wuxiu.

Zhao Wuxiu looked surprisingly calm, "How long can this body you possess last? Are you afraid of staying here?"

The Demon Lord frowned.

Jiang Shouzhong's body had not been tempered and could not support her demonic soul.

So far, nine ribs have been broken, twenty-nine acupuncture points have been destroyed by forceful opening of the orifices, there are also signs of rupture in the Dantian, and the internal organs have been damaged to varying degrees.

The Demon Lord felt guilty for some reason.

After going back, that kid won't fight her to the death.

No matter, let’s take a good beating first.

Anyway, with Daomen Hetu here, as long as the heart is not broken, it can be repaired relatively quickly.

It’s not that my body doesn’t feel distressed.

The Demon Lord sneered, "Are you scared?"

The white hair all over the sky was slightly tilted, as if hanging down from the nine heavens, turning into sharp swords and stabbing towards Zhao Wuxiu overwhelmingly.

Zhao Wuxiu’s proud figure disappeared in a flash.

Just a simple punch.

The originally orderly crystal slender white hair danced wildly, as messy as a bird's nest, and then exploded into short strands.

The figures of the two people kept intertwining, and the ground within a radius of several miles shook violently from time to time.

At this time, the military saint who had just been beaten into the palace walked out of the palace gate, with a faint wisp of light golden fluid spinning on the tip of the gun in his hand.

He nodded towards the Confucian sage, as if conveying some message.

The Confucian saint glanced at the position of Qin Tianjian, then took a step back, took out a hard brush from his sleeve, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to write and draw in the air.

Invisible golden small seal characters emerged one after another, intersecting with the starlight in the sky.

When the Demon Lord and Zhao Wuxiu separated for the last time, the dust dispersed like falling rain, and the ground was full of potholes.

"It turns out I'm hiding something. I'm looking down on you a little bit."

The Demon Lord stared at Zhao Wuxiu in surprise.

She looked at the military sage and the Confucian sage who was writing in the air, and frowned, "Want to activate the formation?"

The Demon Lord was a little annoyed that this body was useless.

Otherwise, break into the palace directly and smash the formation to pieces.

Forget it, take away the Haotian Divine Luck first, it’s important to do business.

The Demon Lord flicked his sleeves and said with disdain: "They are all a bunch of trash. It's too cheap to fight with you. Let's go!"

She turned and left.

Zhao Wuxiu, who was supposed to be chasing the Demon Lord, rushed towards Zhou Hui.

Zhou Yan, who had just recovered his breath, still looked confused. The air around him suddenly floated, and then a cold hand seemed to appear out of thin air, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Are you, a guy like you, worthy of Haotian's divine luck?"

"Bring it!"

The Demon Lord pressed his other hand on Zhou Hao's chest and grabbed it hard with his five fingers.

Zhou Huan was in severe pain and could not even scream. His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. Fear and despair flooded his body like a tide.

But the next moment, the Demon Lord raised his eyebrows suddenly, his eyes surprised.

Her hand was bounced away by a force.

The Demon Lord turned around and punched out, which collided with the approaching Zhao Wuxiu. He flew backwards with the help of the opponent's majestic power and stood ten feet away.

The Demon Lord lowered his head and looked at the bloody hand that had just been bounced away. He looked up at the night sky and vaguely noticed that there were thin golden lines crisscrossing each other.

It is dotted with stars, vast and mysterious.

It complements the royal palace.

She cast her gaze on Prince Zhou Huan again, her eyes filled with confusion. After looking around at the other people around him, Demon Lord seemed to understand something and murmured: "It turns out to be a trap."

Realizing that this body could no longer carry his demon soul, the Demon Lord cursed in a low voice with some annoyance, sneered in the direction of Qin Tianjian: "Let's go, we will see you later!"

The demon lord's figure dispersed and disappeared from the spot.

Emperor Zhou Chang, standing on the high platform of Qintian Prison, said lightly: "Has she already discovered it?"

"should be."

Jian Zheng nodded slightly.

The prison officer looked at the emperor with a solemn expression, "Should we keep her by force?"

"It's too late."

Zhou Chang rubbed his forehead helplessly and said with a smile, "Forget it, it's not a bad thing."

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The Demon Lord did not return to Jiang Shouzhong's home, but appeared on a rooftop.

There are two people on the roof, one sitting and one standing.

The Demon Lord stared at the beautiful woman in purple dress standing on the roof with great interest, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Guanshi."

The woman put her hands behind her hands and said with a smile, "Today I can see the elegance of Lord Demon Lord, and I have no regrets in this life."

The Demon Lord turned his attention to Yan Changqing, who was sitting on the roof and silently smelling the wine bottle, and said calmly: "You are very good, live well, and if there is a chance in the future, I will fight with you."

Yan Changqing waved his hand and said with a smile: "No fight, no fight, I just practiced some fur swordsmanship."

The corners of Demon Lord's lips curled up slightly, and he turned and left.

Li Guanshi couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Who would have thought that a generation of demon masters would still be alive? The world would really be in trouble."

"I only care about my daughter, the injustice has nothing to do with me."

Yan Changqing's tone was casual.

Li Guanshi was silent for a while and asked softly: "How much effort do you think Zhao Wuxiu made?"

"Who knows, this bastard knows that we are watching, so he will definitely not use all his strength, for fear that we will find out his bottom line."

Yan Changqing sneered and said, "It's a pity that the Demon Lord is a possessed soul. If the real body comes, I don't believe that Zhao Wuxiu dares to be so trustworthy."

……

Inside the inn.

Shen Shengyuan was hesitating whether to take the risk and go to the palace to see what was going on. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he saw a white-haired, feminine "woman" appear in the room.

It took Shen Shengyuan a long time to come back to his senses, and he knelt heavily on the ground and said tremblingly: "Shen Shengyuan, protector of the Heavenly Demon Sect, pays homage to the Demon Lord!"

Qu Hongling, on the other hand, stood there blankly.

She stared blankly at the Demon Lord, her lips twitching slightly, "Brother Xiao Jiang?"