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The air in the leyline became extremely tense with the shout of the old orc.

The painful lessons of the past are still fresh in the memory. When the No. 500 demon species was separated [-] years ago, he bled profusely. In a rage, Zihuang killed everyone who was related to him.

Everyone in the prison camp was in panic, the witch doctor ran wildly, yelling everywhere, and the rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

The prisoner fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and the witch doctor fed the prisoner a life-saving elixir, hanging for a while.

The herald hesitated to report the news to the Phoenix Temple.

The purple phoenix arrived at the earth's veins, and slapped the old orc who was kneeling and shivering.

The unprecedented fragility on the prisoner's pale face revealed elusive emotions for the mighty god.

You've been looking forward to it, haven't you?This time, Han Hai, will you die?

Swinging away the crowd, Zihuang took off her mask, revealing her somewhat feminine appearance in front of the prisoner without any defense.

"Han Hai." Without any confinement, the prisoner lay peacefully on the stone couch, his faint breathing was almost inaudible, as if it would stop at any moment, Zihuang's fingers rested on the prisoner's chest, "It's fine if you die, you die. will be mine forever.”

The strange monster in a coma suddenly coughed and spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

Zihuang leaned over involuntarily, wiped the blood from the corner of the prisoner's mouth with a soft cloth, his face changed color several times, and he spoke incoherently, "Hmph, even if you are going to die, Han Hai, give birth to the spirit seed before you die, that is our child, Chi Feng His sky-shattering plan will succeed immediately, Han Hai, as long as you are obedient and stay with me for a year, I promise you, I will not send him to the pharmaceutical industry again."

The prisoner's chest heaved and his limbs began to twitch.

The purple eyes narrowed slightly, and without hesitation, he reached out and pulled out the golden needle on the prisoner's chest, and called the prisoner's name in a low voice, "Hanhai."

The prisoner suddenly opened his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed to his temples. Knowing that the end was approaching, the prisoner obeyed his will, and uttered two indistinct sounds from the back of his throat: "Azi..."

This sound was like a thunderclap, and Zihuang was completely calm, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by sharp claws, her eyes were full of purple light, and Huang Shenmian cut her finger and sent it to the prisoner's mouth, "Han Hai, I'm done!" Your Qiankun bone, come, take a sip."

The prisoner shook his head slightly.

"The god told you to drink it, and you drink it. If you dare to disobey the will of the god, the god will kill your clansman immediately. After you die, I want the entire West Sea to be buried with you. I want the strange demon clan to have no blood left in the world. Hanhai, you Better think clearly and open your mouth!"

Angrily, Zihuang pinched the prisoner's jaw open, and blood dripped from the fingertips into the prisoner's mouth.

"Ah Zi, come close to me." The prisoner raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly in relief, just like meeting him for the first time in his life, that year, that month, that sea, youthful spirit, and made an appointment to join hands and wander the world.

"For the last time, Ah Zi, let me, look... look at you again..."

"Han Hai, swallow, swallow my blood, I order you!" Zihuang looked crazy, shaking the prisoner's body, "What do you want, tell me, tell me! Have you forgotten our child? Han Hai, He's not dead, he's still in your stomach..."

The Phoenix God is ruthless by nature, but obsession with this kind of thing will not be cut off just because you are a god.

The light in the prisoner's eyes slowly faded, and his breath was annihilated.

The purple phoenix didn't say a word, just hugged the skinny and frail body that had been tortured into her arms, tightly and trembling.

Quietly, a black spike appeared on Zihuang's back.

Under normal conditions, it is impossible for Yu'er's tentacles to break Kaishen's defense with one hit.

However, the mentally shaken Dian Zhi was even disturbed in the circulation of Yuanli in his body.

The black spikes pierced through Huangshen's body in an instant, piercing straight into the heart.

The accident happened suddenly, Zihuang's body reacted faster than his brain, the Yuanli barrier bounced off the prisoner, and he pressed the blood hole in his chest, his face was as dark as ink, obviously he had been severely injured.

"Who?!"

The prisoner's body was bounced and hit the vein crystal wall. The prisoner, who was obviously dead in his arms, opened his eyes again and stood straight in the corner. Countless tentacles shot out from all parts of his body, most of them piercing towards the purple phoenix. Sections sketched back and forth in the air.

Zihuang's phoenix eyes froze, Han Hai was not good at formation lines, the outline lines of the tentacles, hehe, the ability to transmit formation lines and form formations in an instant, it seems, there is a helper.

"The vast sea." Zihuang sacrificed a portable treasure, the seventh-grade treasure, Shaoguang, which was shaped like a silver long whip. The long whip made a sharp sound, and as it swept across, countless tentacles were cut off in the middle, "Who do you think can do this?" save you!"

White light shone, and the seven-member team headed by Wu Mochen appeared in front of Dian Yao.

Ning Miao hid at the end of the crowd. Through the gap, she saw Zihuang covering her chest with one hand and clenching the whip with the other, and sighed with disdain.

Just starting from the frequency of Zihuang to the earth's veins, it is deduced that there is a problem between the scorpion and the vast sea, and he makes a big fuss from it, step by step.

Sure enough, Zihuang dismissed the crowd and was alone in a room with Han Hai.

Those prison guards were so frightened that they dared to wait outside the door, and slipped far away with oil on their feet, for fear that Zihuang Mian would come out and find someone to vent their anger on.

Pulse crystals were originally used as props to deal with strange demons, but now Wu Mochen used his own methods to treat his own body. This prison can also isolate the perception of the outside world.

Sure enough, he was conceited, even if he was seriously injured, he didn't think that anyone in the Northland could threaten the Phoenix God, he would not run away, he would stay and fight.

What a Umochen.

It's great that such a person is a teammate rather than an opponent.

"Go!"

Wu Mochen yelled, gave birth to golden feathers, and took the lead in the frontal attack. The red hair of the wind and sand city lord flew forward without hesitation.

Both Wen Ge and Shui Jing are half-beasts, launching combat skills from both sides.

Lao Pingtou and Bai Yi protected Ning Miao and Han Hai.

Overthinking one's abilities, manipulating time with a grinning grin, Han Hai, this god wants you to see with your own eyes how this god smashes all your hopes.

Zihuang's eyes were bare, and the silver whip danced imperceptibly. Wen Ge and Shui Jing couldn't find an entry point, and the shadow of the whip was like a spinning blade. The two had no choice but to put down their offensive and quickly retreated.

With a flick of Zihuang's wrist, Shaoguang took the shape of a snake and attacked Wu Mochen.

Damn it, Wu Mochen, it's dangerous!

Ning Miao's throat tightened. Even if the accident was planned, Wu Nian Jing's attack was real.

The prince of the Huang Clan took several steps in the air, flying around like a butterfly wearing only flowers, Yun Guang followed Wu Mochen like a shadow, every time, the danger was extremely dangerous, but Wu Mochen was always able to avoid it.

The sky full of whip shadows came to an abrupt end.

Dianji made a mudra with his left hand, and a ray of purple flame rose up.

The natal fire of the Phoenix clan appeared in the world, the temperature rose suddenly, and the heat wave hit. Ning Miao squinted her pale glass-colored eyes. The mysterious man watching the battle.

If Dianzhu had used his natal real fire from the very beginning, it probably wouldn't be Wu Mochen's turn to perform the peerless agility.

However, Zihuang was jealous that Han Hai was on the opposite side, not to mention, he underestimated Wu Mochen.

Even more underestimated the mysterious person who has a thin sense of existence.

Of course, the most important thing was the ups and downs of emotions, and the Phoenix God was also unavoidable, driven by anger, his rationality disappeared.

Otherwise, how could the old demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years ignore the last little female.