Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Just as the Demon Lord was about to exercise, he realized that the inner energy in his body was gone.

Zi Nu stood beside the Demon Lord: "Master."

The Demon Lord quickly came to Meng Wanzhou and knocked Han Ziyu unconscious with one palm: "Take Han Ziyu away."

"Yes."

Demon Lord instantly felt that his body was more flexible without Nei Yuan. Although Nei Yuan could carry spiritual power, it also restricted the path of cultivation.

Now without Nei Yuan, one can cultivate this evil magic to its peak state.

Meng Wanzhou grabbed the Demon Lord by his collar and punched him in the chest.

Not to be outdone, the Demon Lord threw the man high into the air, jumped up, and then punched Meng Wanzhou in the abdomen.

With a bang, Meng Wanzhou fell to the ground.

The ghosts around him immediately rushed forward, shouting: "Catch the Five Kings."

"Catch the Five Kings."

"Catch the Five Kings."

Meng Wanzhou rolled over to avoid the Demon Lord's attack. Looking at the terrifying man in front of him, he suddenly remembered the Nine Kings he had seen at the Nether Sea hundreds of years ago.

Most people in the underworld are afraid of the Nine Kings. The Nine Kings have killed countless ghosts. No matter how cruel they were in life, once they enter the Netherworld Division and see the Nine Kings, they will immediately lose their arrogance.

No one dared to provoke that Rakshasa-like man.

Meng Wanzhou: "Are you the Nine Kings?"

Demon Lord: "Yes or no, I have no obligation to tell you."

The soul of the demon king is the soul of the demon king. In his previous life, Xi Qing led several masters in the world to go to the top of Wangya to rescue Han Ziyu. They launched a blood formation on Bei Yi and sacrificed Bei Yi's soul.

That ray of love wandered around the world for six hundred years without entering the underworld.

But after Bei Yi's mysterious underworld was resurrected in this life, that ray of love unexpectedly returned to the body.

Meng Wanzhou: "I will personally take you back to the underworld."

The Demon Lord was also injured, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The moment the two looked at each other, the sea breeze suddenly rose and rolled up.

The whole ship was rocking under the surging waves.

The ghosts who were shouting to catch the Five Kings were unable to stand firmly and fell sideways to the ground. Hundreds of them were piled together.

Meng Wanzhou took the opportunity to come over with a sword, and penetrated the Demon Lord's chest with the sword. Fortunately, the sword was inserted close and did not touch the chest.

Demon Lord's eyes were filled with anger. He shrank his eyes and slapped Meng Wanzhou in front of him away with his palm, and then the black energy released from his fingertips went towards Meng Wanzhou.

He held the flute and kept playing. The ghosts who had fallen to the ground struggled to get up and pounced on Meng Wanzhou one by one.

The demon king continued to play, and the sound of the flute could not be murderous. The black air was wrapped in the smell of blood, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was nauseating.

Soon hundreds of ghosts surrounded Meng Wanzhou.

Just when the Demon Lord thought that the man named Meng was going to die without a burial place.

He suddenly moved away, and after streaks of blood lit up around his body, Meng Wanzhou snorted coldly: "You still want to kill me?"

The souls of the underworld were also summoned by Meng Wanzhou. He held a sharp blade and the Demon Lord held Mo Chen.

The two fought fiercely, and the swords clashed with each other, making a harsh friction sound. Sparks flew everywhere, setting several rooms on fire.

The fire came quickly and swallowed up the entire fifth floor in an instant.

The smoke slowly ignited, the sea breeze swept the smoke away, huge waves rushed over, and the fire was extinguished in an instant.

The two smashed the room covered with red silk into pieces, and then continued to beat several other rooms. After a while, the entire fifth floor collapsed with a roar.

The sawdust was picked up by the strong wind, and the waves slammed it into the sea.

The two used deadly moves and the fight turned upside down.

The entire ship was no longer enough for them to perform, so the two jumped into the air and started fighting in mid-air.

After half a stick of incense, the Demon Lord fell to the deck. He had no inner energy and could not hold on for long at high altitude.

Meng Wanzhou immediately chased after him.

The Demon Lord sneered: "Go to hell."

The black energy quickly enveloped Meng Wanzhou, and an excruciating scene emerged in his mind. Meng Wanzhou was immersed in pain and could not extricate himself.

Demon Lord carried Mo Chen and rushed forward. Just when the sword blade was about to pierce Meng Wanzhou's heart, Han Ziyu suddenly appeared in front of him.

Han Ziyu's eyes were still dull, but his expression was smiling, and his every move was provocative.

He gently pushed away the Demon Lord's sword, grabbed the Demon Lord's arm, and stared at the Demon Lord with burning eyes.

Demon Lord: "Han Ziyu!"

Han Ziyu frowned, as if he was unhappy when he yelled at him, and immediately called out Li Xuan to tie up the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord reluctantly put away Mo Chen, and then pulled Han Ziyu into his arms: "What kind of monster are you doing? You don't allow me to kill him?"

Han Ziyu nodded, looking at the Demon Lord with a smile on his face.

The Demon Lord felt weak when he saw him: "Do you know who I am?"

"Demon Lord."

"Don't you hate me so much? Don't you only love your little disciple?"

Han Ziyu raised her eyes and stared at the person in front of her, hugged his neck, and pressed her thin lips on the Demon Lord's lips.

Demon Lord was all excited: "You"

Before he finished speaking, all the rest of the words were swallowed by Han Ziyu.

Meng Wanzhou, who had just come out of trouble, saw this scene. His order was for Han Ziyu to interfere with Bei Yi, but he did not tell him to kiss this person.

Just when Han Ziyu ended the kiss and their lips separated, Demon Lord clasped the back of Han Ziyu's head with a big hand, lowered his head and bit Han Ziyu's lips.

I don’t care whether you have me in your heart or not, today you are the one who provoked me first.

He kissed very hard, and by the end of the kiss, both of their lips were red and swollen.

Han Ziyu, you still look down on me and insist on fighting to the death with your little disciple who loves you. Now that you are in danger, if I don't come to save you, what's the use of your little disciple?

He didn't bother to say this, so he had to mutter it in his heart.

He knows that when you love someone, you don't care whether the person is handsome or capable. He loves someone when he feels right.

He knew that Han Ziyu was such a person, so many words were useless.

Suppose he told Han Ziyu: I have a lot of money, my magic power is unrivaled in the world, I can make you unable to get out of bed for three days, I can give you a luxurious palace, I can make you admired by the world, and whoever dares to disrespect you, I will break it His head...

I'm afraid Han Ziyu will stab him to death with Wu Ge in the next moment.

Even if that bastard wants money but not money, looks but not good looks, and status but not status, Han Ziyu has no choice but to love such a pretty boy, but not a macho man like me!

The more the Demon Lord thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that he was simply the most powerful person in the entire world of cultivating immortals. Why did Han Ziyu just like that bastard? What was wrong with him?

Then the Demon Lord lowered his head and bit Han Ziyu's lips: "Han Ziyu, you are still mine in this life."

Han Ziyu, who was controlled by the puppet technique, did not resist his touch.

Meng Wanzhou was even more angry when he saw this. He rushed over with a sharp blade and used puppetry to make Han Ziyu leave.

The two continued to fight.

Fighting and fighting, the fierce black air gathered in one place and directly washed away the hull of the ship, splitting the entire ship into two halves.

Zi Nu returned to Bei Yi's side: "Master, Han Xianzun is lost."