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Midnight finally came quietly. The night in the Demon Realm was extraordinarily dark. I don’t know if I knew there was going to be a big battle, so the street was extraordinarily quiet. Even the night owls who usually wander around hid quietly. Lighting a few oil lamps, I am afraid that anyone would think that this is a dead city. Such a quiet atmosphere lasted for an hour, and was finally interrupted by a clear sword cry, and then there was a fire that soared into the sky...

If you look closely, you will find that the burning inn is the inn where Zhao Ziyan lived. The flames soared into the sky, and soon began to spread everywhere. The entire street was full of sparks, shouts, cries, firefighting, screams, Soon it spread to the whole city, and a pair of magic guards rushed towards the fire, not knowing whether they wanted to stop a big battle or prepare to put out the fire.

"Damn it! Make things worse, I don't know if Hugh Luo will be mad when he sees that most of the city under her jurisdiction has been burned." Zhao Ziyan smiled gloatingly at the flames soaring into the sky.

She has done so many things that human beings dare not think or dare to do. She burned most of Xiuluo City with a single fire. The city's worst policy.

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"She can't run away, let me chase her," a pure-blooded demon in gorgeous noble armor commanded the two demon-level masters beside him angrily.

"Little prince, that devil has many tricks and weird footwork. Neither I nor the other seven or eight demon gods caught her trace. I hope that the little prince can return to the Palace of Xiuluo as soon as possible. If she wants to harm the little prince I'm afraid the city and I won't be able to stop you," an old demon with a goatee persuaded earnestly.

"Yes! Yes! My lord, go back quickly! This place has attracted the attention of King Xiu Luo. If you know that what happened tonight has something to do with your lord, I'm afraid your lord will not be able to keep you," said the minister with the goatee.

"I am not reconciled. My blood is not pure. I am only a low-level qualification among the pure blood demons. The demon saint is my highest point. I am not convinced. It is hard to find a pure blood alone. I will never give up." The prince's man's face was extremely distorted. Somehow he remembered something, and that already slightly ferocious face became even more ferocious.

"Chase me for this king, as long as you kill her, suck her blood and eat her inner alchemy, this king can evolve into a high-level pure blood. At that time, even King Xiuluo will not dare to take this king." The little prince didn't have the slightest thought Wanting to give up the plan, he smiled ferociously, as if he saw a better day in the future.

"Yes, my lord"

The two had no choice but to act according to the words of the little prince. Although they were at the level of demon gods, it was a pity that their bloodlines were too poor. After thousands of years of practice, they slowly reached the level of gods. Find a powerful pure-blooded demon clan as a backing. They are all followers of the little prince's father. Prince.

Such a scene is happening everywhere. None of the several pure-blooded demons attracted by Zhao Ziyan can overcome their greedy hearts. They are all frantically looking for Zhao Ziyan. Willing to give up the opportunity to become a master.

"It's now!"

Dangerous light flashed in Zhao Ziyan's eyes, he clenched the sword in his hand, stepped on the Jiugong footwork, and stabbed the demon clan chasing her with a sword, silently, until the pure blood demon clan fell to the ground, triggering endless The fear of being killed did not know how, and he fell to the ground dead, which made some pure-blooded demons who were afraid of death already think of retreating.

The first pure-blooded demon she killed was the little prince who was protected by two primary demon gods. It was this young prince who led the charge into the inn and clamored for her to commit suicide obediently and hand over the magic pill. Like a fly, annoying, Zhao Ziyan wanted to kill him at the beginning, but there were seven or eight god-level gods watching, so she had no chance to do it, and now the seven or eight demon gods have already separated for her now, so that Zhao Ziyan killed him without any worries.

"The little prince is dead, what should we do, the general, the prince will never let us go" the goatee asked tremblingly, with panic on his face.

"Idiot, this is our chance." A fierce light flashed in Jiangchen's eyes, his sharp claws ruthlessly tore open the little prince's chest, and he took out the bloody inner alchemy, with a cruel smile on his face.

Give the goatee a signal look, the goatee immediately understood, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he grabbed the young prince's neck, and started to drink it, and the two of them didn't turn their heads when they were so drunk He took advantage of the chaos and ran out of the city.

The demons have no so-called loyalty, only benefits. Now that a pure blood dies in front of them, if they don't seize the opportunity, they will deserve to be denied the chance of promotion for the rest of their lives. Directly promoted to pure blood, at least it can increase the lifespan of hundreds of years. Who doesn't want to regain their youth, besides, the prince will never let them go, if he waits for the prince to kill them, it is better to turn against his master as soon as possible, and he can enjoy himself outside For thousands of years.

With the goatee and Jiangcheng as examples, most of the demon gods who were looking for Zhao Ziyan stopped and turned their greedy eyes to their masters. For a pure-blood demon who is illusory and cannot be traced, it is better to kill him. With the pure blood master at your fingertips, as long as you suck up his blood and eat his inner alchemy, there will be no possibility of promotion. In an instant, your heart starts to move.

Zhao Ziyan smiled disdainfully, since you are tempted, let me help you, Zhao Ziyan changed the mask of the one-horned demon, and transformed his face into the appearance of an ordinary demon, if you look closely, you will find, She turned into a demon with impure blood.

"I don't care, whether it's life or death, it depends on this fight. If you are lucky enough to be promoted, don't look at people's faces anymore. I have had enough of being a slave to others. When the time comes to promote pure blood, I will find A few beautiful girls, live a happy life, hahaha" After the metamorphosis, Zhao Ziyan roared loudly, and the sword in his hand stabbed a pure blood again, the blood was overflowing, dug out the inner alchemy, then turned and left the place, Run to the gate of the city.

Stimulated by the blood, coupled with Zhao Ziyan's words, the ambitions of the gods spread like crazy weeds. Just like what Zhao Ziyan said, every god-level master is arrogant, who wants to be someone else? minions.

In the end, he was restricted by his damned bloodline. Even if he slowly reached the god level, because of the suppression of bloodlines, he couldn't even raise his head in front of the real pure blood. The one who was caught was banned and treated as a slave. Now that he had the hope of being promoted to a pure blood, no one wanted to give up. Almost instantly, the gods made a judgment in their hearts, even if they were caught and killed, they had to give it a go. As long as he is promoted to pure blood, he will no longer be afraid of the restraint in his body breaking out, and he will have a free body.

When Zhao Ziyan changed his identity and returned, several pure-blood demons were killed by their guards, and a few were even worse, their corpses were all swallowed up by the murderous demon god-level masters, not even a bone was left .

Zhao Ziyan was mixed among the rioting demons. As an ordinary low-level demon who lost his house, no one looked at her suspiciously. After all, she only showed the strength of a small warrior now, and no one knew what she was wearing in front of her. The dilapidated and inferior demons are the culprit that caused nearly [-] demons to become homeless.

Zhao Ziyan looked at the demon god-level masters passing by from time to time in the air, and guessed that these people were all dead relatives of pure blood. It is difficult for demons to give birth, and it is even more difficult to have a pure blood offspring. Now that so many people died all at once, I am afraid They are already going crazy, if they know who the culprit is, they might want to seize the wrong bone and spread ashes.

The entire city of Xiuluo has been strictly prohibited at this time. Teams of demon soldiers have left the city to search for the god-level slave who devours the Lord. Anyway, Zhao Ziyan can't get out for the time being, but Zhao Ziyan is also a bachelor, so if he can't get out, he can stay at ease in town.

Anyway, she has no sense of guilt for bewitching the strong guards to kill the pure-blooded demons. She is a human being, and humans and demons are inherently hostile. She is kind to demons, but cruel to humans. Now this batch of pure-bloods has not yet grown up. Looking at it, it is natural that there is no danger, but after a hundred years or a thousand years, once it grows up, how many human beings will suffer from their poisonous hands. She has lived in southern Xinjiang for many years, and she has often seen demons holding human stumps and cutting them off. Gnawing, bloody, it looks even scarier than a slaughterhouse.

What's more, if you keep Xiuluo City, you can secretly find the man that the Madonna of Ziwei likes. Zhao Ziyan initially suspects that it is Xiuluo's master, Mr. Mo. First, Mr. Mo is a man, second, he is a human being, and third, he is a strong man. Fourth, Mr. Mo came to the Demon Realm thousands of years ago. Fifth, I heard from Xiuluo that Mr. Mo was driven to the Demon Realm by Our Lady of Lagerstroemia. Zhao Ziyan yy, after Mr. Mo and Our Lady of Lagerstroemia broke up, they turned against each other. Various conditions, They all reminded that Mr. Mo is the lover of Madonna Ziwei who disappeared for nearly a thousand years. In order to save her family, Chen'er, I had to wrong Mr. Mo first. The Madonna of Ziwei is so fierce and not gentle, no wonder Mr. Mo would run away of course.

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A mysterious woman in red clothes appeared from the darkness. The woman is extremely beautiful and fierce, as enchanting and charming as the other shore flowers by the Huangquan River. Tempted to fall into her flower trap, willing to die in her beauty.

A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the woman in red. Seeing Zhao Ziyan wearing tattered clothes and a demon costume, there was a hint of affection in her eyes. She approached Zhao Ziyan without anyone noticing, hugged Zhao Ziyan's waist intimately, and pressed her face against Zhao Ziyan's. on the back.

"Wenjin, I haven't seen you for a long time, can you give me a hug?" the mysterious woman murmured foolishly.

"Xiu Luo, no, it's Xiu Ling'er, Xiu Ling'er, why are you crazy, why did you come out?" Zhao Ziyan's body froze when hugged by someone, and he relaxed when he smelled the unique fragrance of Xiu Ling'er When he came down, he didn't stab the woman behind him with a sword while he was intoxicated.

The fragrance on Xiu Linger's body is very strong and strong, just like her people, once you smell it, you will never forget it, because there is a trace of blood in her strong fragrance, which makes the strange fragrance like a raging fire tinge with cruelty. Cold, very contradictory, but this kind of contradiction is extremely unforgettable, which is why Zhao Ziyan immediately realized who attacked her.

Zhao Ziyan pulled Xiu Ling'er into an unburned alley. Now is not the time to ink with her. Fortunately, most of the demons have gone to fight the fire, otherwise they would see the extremely powerful King Xiuluo in their hearts like a little woman , I am afraid that a demon will collapse once.

"Wenjin, do you know? Xiuluo got very angry this time, and I tried my best to suppress her." Xiu Linger's voice was a little low, she let go of Zhao Ziyan's hand, and looked directly at Zhao Ziyan's eyes, said softly.

"Sorry, Xiu Ling'er, I'm not Zhao Wenjin, he's already dead." Zhao Ziyan said seriously, staring into Xiu Ling'er's eyes.

"I know, you are the continuation of his blood, you are him." Xiu Ling'er stubbornly believed that Zhao Ziyan was Zhao Wenjin, and Zhao Ziyan had Zhao Wenjin's blood on his body, which was his continuation.

The author has something to say: the feeling of being used as a stand-in is the hardest, and my first love is like this. . . .well!Forget the past