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"Hey, where are the two Nascent Souls..."

In the second hall, the immature Yao Mojun, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes wide, and was observing the real-time situation thousands of miles away through the red eyes of the magic carving with relish.

The translucent water mirror with a soft halo stands upright in the air, standing still, faithfully projecting the dynamic scene of the opposing sides.

"Whatever you look at, my subordinate's realm has not yet reached the standard, so that's great." A teasing smile that didn't match his appearance hung on the naive Yao Bainen's bun face, "Oh, I can't beat it, I can't beat it .”

While sighing, he winked at something, obviously not bored enough to talk to himself.

It's a pity that the person who was teased came from the palace, and he didn't give any reaction from the beginning to the end of whatever picture appeared in the water mirror.

Childish Yao was so curious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and boldly stepped forward, aspiring to see some strange emotions from this demon emperor who could crush him hundreds of years ago,

"Hey, the half-step Nascent Soul and the real Nascent Soul are separated by a natural moat, the outcome is already decided, don't you feel bad?"

There is a word "no", and he does not believe it 1 times.

After a while, Wu Luan finally condescended to give Zhiyao a slight rippling look.

Miraculously, Zhiyao saw a little helplessness in those eyes.

Weird, what could be worth worrying about the Devil Emperor?

The tender bun doll with three heads smiled "hehe", with a bit of cunning and insight far beyond her appearance, and whispered to herself: "I'll just say it, let me promote an unknown person over and over again." Little devil, but he pretended to be indifferent for decades, pretending to be like that."

Wu Luan at the side of Naihe heard these words and pretended not to hear them.

So the usually lazy devil had no choice but to continue to use his ability to talk to himself, "It's also strange, this little devil is usually very vigilant towards me, and never eats or drinks in the palace. Today I casually said, She made an exception. Presumably she was grateful for my lord's preferential treatment for many years, after all, there is some affection."

"No." Wu Luan suddenly opened his mouth, directly smashing his self-righteousness, "That's not the case."

The tone was so firm and justified that he was so offensive that he was speechless.

Zhiyao was about to ask why, when he saw the man's eyes suddenly focus, he just stared at the water mirror, and had no intention of talking to him long ago.

Fallen Pie.

Both the fairy and the devil are at war.

Fuhe stood on the back of the devil bird, of course he knew that with himself alone, even with a group of bastards behind him, he might not be able to last many rounds under the hands of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The result of forcefully breaking through is nothing but death.

And he didn't want to die.

The wrong party in this matter should be Zhiyao, but the domineering demon king doesn't care about this, even though he robbed other people's spiritual mines and cooks, he still has to do it blatantly.

The possibility of peace talks is almost non-existent, and rashly making peace proposals is more like being taken away suddenly.

There is no way, fighting is not enough, you can only outsmart.

The magic sculpture under its feet has a pair of broad and healthy wings, and the wings are arranged like sharp swords, soaring and flying. It looks menacing, but it is not a living creature with self-awareness, but it has been refined by a demon craftsman. A domesticated living thing.

The original data didn't study this method deeply, only knew its principle, but couldn't understand the method, but Fuhe scanned his memory and roughly grasped a little outline.

A dead weapon never dies, a living weapon becomes a weapon.Weapons can be used by all things, which is the key to their success.

When the sky and the earth are born with one candle, all things are born with a core of fire.

Everything can be a candle, and when the core is ignited, it will burn up the sky and the earth.

The comments of this exercise are very arrogant and willful, and it can be seen that the essence of its founder is also a madman.

But having said that, the magic door's stuff is a bit evil, but it has a wide range of uses.

A scent of fragrance wafted quietly, Fuhe rubbed his fingers, knelt on the neck of the magic eagle, raised his hand to stroke its lifelike neck feathers twice, and said softly: "Thank you."

The next moment, the blood in the demon eagle's red eyes completely faded away, and the gray-brown eyelids closed and turned completely, replaced by a bottomless blue.

The wisps of magic breath no longer overflowed from the eagle's body, but transformed into a more restrained light on the black feather.Fuhe flicked his fingers twice on the wings, raised his eyes and bent the corners of his mouth.

At this time, the vulture bird that rushed to the cultivators on the ground has turned into a real weapon.

It used to be a bird, and it was a weapon in life. I think it has lived a life of being involuntary. It was ignited by a "candle" for a while, and it was actually a rare brave and good at fighting.

I only heard a violent roar resounding from the bottom of everyone's heart, filled with a thousand times of misery, and feeling the deep pain of the skin, they all yelled out with great joy from this sound.

Not only does it need to pierce the eardrum, but it also destroys the state of mind of a monk.

I saw the cultivators of the Huzhi Sect below covering their ears and protecting their hearts in panic, scrambling to defend, and yelling like they have never seen the world, "Witch girl! It's nothing to be able to do some ghostly tricks!"

However, the senior who created this method was still a good immortal who was devoted to Taoism before cultivating demons. For such a crazy person, it is almost impossible to fake this kind of thing.

The magic eagle showed its power, and Fuhe jumped from one back to the other. It was not that it was effortless to manipulate the maneuvers, but it was not easy to show timidity in front of people.

So he was exhausted in private, and on the surface he was usually calm and breezy, and he had to hook his peach blossom eyes, and challenged the two Nascent Souls who were teased by the magic sculpture:

"No talent, only these few tricks."

The wrinkle-skin demon brothers were already so proud of Fuhe's great display of power that they couldn't find their way. They were about to say something witty, but they were interrupted by Fuhe's frowning: "Call me the Dharma protector."

Always yelling "Mother, Mother", he was afraid that one day he would really become a mother.

The wrinkled skin demon brothers looked at each other, and shouted tacitly: "The guardian is mighty!"

A group of big demons and mobs followed suit, beaming with joy, as if they had already won the battle and went back triumphantly.

Fuhe didn't think he was mighty.

He didn't dare to relax the fist in his sleeve.

After all, the Nascent Soul Realm is not something that can be grown casually on the main road. A person can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into his own use, but his magic sculpture will be gone after burning.

It can be blocked for a while, but it cannot be blocked for a long time.

Finally, there was a slight tearing sound, and the magic weapon was destroyed.

The demon sculptures lingering in the low altitude were cut to pieces one after another by Xianxiu with the sword, and the powder fell to the ground and turned into dust.

Seeing that the next one was Fuhe's turn.

Gee.

If he had known that he would not have brought these long-mouthed little devils out, he might as well have brought a few more eagles.

A ray of breeze blew slowly past Fuhe's sweaty temples, and he looked into the void with a sense of feeling, as if smelling a bit of refreshing coldness.

Almost silently, "Are you here?"

No one answered, Fuhe only felt quiet and peaceful all over his body, and an invisible cold hood separated himself from all outsiders.

He couldn't help flattening his mouth, and complained in a low voice, aggrieved: "They all bullied me."

It's a fool not to complain.

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