all the way to fairy

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yurou's state stabilized. She raised her hand slightly, and the dagger flew directly from Lin Wenxuan's hand towards her.

Lin Wenxuan became more and more frightened. The companion magic weapon only recognized one owner. The master had been coveting it for a long time and wanted to play with it to test its power. Even with his permission, he could not control it successfully.

This woman can actually do it!

He swallowed unconsciously and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

There was a fear in his voice that he didn't even realize he had.

Jiang Yurou ignored it, looked at it casually with the dagger, and then threw it back. It was only then that she looked at Lin Wenxuan for the first time, and said calmly: "Weak, a little bit weak, but I can withstand the pouring of demonic energy and refine a half-life magic weapon. It's still qualified. I'm better than those losers." Follow me from now on.”

Lin Wenxuan opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but he couldn't stop trembling deep in his soul, and he couldn't say any words of refusal at all.

To be more precise, I can't think of any disobedience.

At this moment, he was so blessed that he suddenly understood who the woman in front of him was.

He knelt on the ground uncontrollably and kowtowed respectfully: "See my emperor."
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Under the scorching sun, the Flowing Fire Wasteland was no different from before. The sandstone was like fire, and the steaming heat even distorted the vision.

In the distant sky, with a dark background and dark red patterns, a warship came through the sky, like a black and red lightning, flashing across the wasteland.

On the fast-moving battleship, Hou Yu stood quietly on the bow, his silver hair scattered and his eyebrows peaceful. The smoke, dust and gravel that filled the Wasteland of Flowing Fire could not damage his beauty and purity in the slightest.

Under his influence, the soldiers in the rear were also in order, and there was no sign that they were in a hurry to rush back.

Suddenly, the battleship stopped without warning, without any buffer, just suspended in the air, as if it had stopped there.

The soldiers were stunned. Before they could take action, a beautiful girl in white clothes and skirt suddenly appeared in front of them. The pure white color, so soft, but with an irresistible attitude, penetrated the eyes and impressed the soul. Deep down, they unconsciously trembled.

At this moment, those who can appear on this battleship are Hou Yu's confidants, who have a high status in the demon clan. Naturally, they all know this girl from the blood demon clan who is suspected to be the resurrected demon emperor, and they can't help but feel even more chilled in their hearts. , all looked at their young master.

Houyu didn't move, still standing quietly. Several peach pink flowers of different sizes on his left shoulder swayed slightly, with a faint hint of evil energy moving around.

The long yellow sand disappeared completely without knowing when, and a silvery-white full moon hung high in the sky, its silvery glow shrouded everything in the sky.

It turns out that the young master has already dealt with the other party.

The soldiers' hearts dropped for a moment, but soon became tense again. The young master of Qimen, Gui Tu, died at the hands of a girl. Although his own young master had defeated Gui Tu in several battles, he relied on illusions. Restriction, in terms of combat power alone, Gui Tu is the strongest among the four young masters of the Demon Sect.

The flower ornaments on Hou Yu's shoulders seemed to be shaken by the violent wind and rain, and more and more demonic energy was flowing out, gradually filling Hou Yu's body. However, the girl from the Blood Demon Clan opposite her still looked relaxed.

Finally, the flowers seemed unable to withstand the torture and flew away, annihilated into sand and dissipated in the wind.

Jiang Yurou twitched her lips and snorted disdainfully. A pinch of light pink appeared in front of her, which was exactly the same as the flower sand dissipated in the wind.

The light pink stagnated for a few seconds, then puffed out blue smoke, truly annihilating nothingness.

A drop of crystal sweat appeared on Hou Yu's forehead, rolled down his fair cheek, and made a crisp 'pop' sound on the deck.

Soon, more and more drizzles of sweat spread over the forehead in layers. Under the influence of hot sweat, the porcelain-white face became blood-red and flushed, like a pink, steaming peach.

The soldiers' hearts were as cold as ice. There were only a few people in the world of immortals and demons who could force their young master to do this. Hou Yu blinked his eyes, a rare look of perseverance and solemnity appeared in those indifferent and quiet eyes. He raised his hand to knead the secret, and pale pink flowers grew under his hands. In just a moment, they covered the sky and covered the sky; the silver moon in the sky Melted and turned into streams of silver.

When the last trick was completed, flowing silver and flying flowers filled the whole world, and Jiang Yurou's figure was submerged.

But everyone's hearts did not relax at all, because it was too calm and there were no fluctuations in attack and hedging.

There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that the opponent is too weak and has no resistance and is completely destroyed in an instant. The other is that the opponent is too strong and can ignore these attacks.

Obviously, the situation can only be the second one.

In the midst of everyone's anxiety, the pale pink flowers and silvery white streamers were all dyed crimson, getting redder and redder, redder and redder, so red that it seemed like they would bleed.

The red flowers blend together and turn into an endless sea of ​​blood.

Suddenly, some parts began to fade into bright red, eggplant red, light red, and grayish white, and finally settled on jade-like white, reappearing the original flower shape.

Seeing this scene, Hou Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he cried out: "Flowers bloom from blood and bones!"

Before he finished speaking, he threw out another flying silver flying flower with his backhand. At the same time, he jumped back, two thin black lines flew around him several times, and his figure disappeared.

All this happened in a short moment, and it took a while for someone on the battleship to react, "Blood and bones blossom? The Demon Emperor's famous stunt?!"

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and then exploded.

Able to make bleeding bones sprout flowers, this woman must be the resurrected Demon Emperor!

So what do they do now?

The demons panicked and abandoned the ship and fled.

However, it was already too late. Without Hou Yu's hindrance, the endless sea of ​​blood had spread to the battleship. The sea of ​​blood was surging. As long as a drop of blood was stained, all the skills in the body were gone, and the body fell into the sea of ​​blood as if it were carrying a thousand kilograms of boulders.

Looking at the powerful demons struggling hopelessly in the sea of ​​blood, and then looking at the indifferent Demon Emperor in front of him, Lin Wenxuan felt a chill go down his spine.

Half an hour ago, the Demon Emperor took him under his command, and then brought him here to create this scene.

From beginning to end, he was never allowed to move a hand.

So far, he has no idea why the superior Demon Emperor would accept him as a subordinate from a small Earth Demon Realm?

The targets that the Demon Emperor is targeting are either the four young masters of the Demon Clan or the great demons with advanced cultivation. With his current strength, he can only watch on the sidelines when the Demon Emperor takes action, and there is no need for him to wave the flag and shout.

In less than a stick of incense, all the demons were devoured, and the sea of ​​blood returned to calm. Jiang Yurou raised her hand, and the sea of ​​blood flowed back into her body. Her cultivation increased again, and she broke through to the middle stage of the ancient demon realm.

She glanced to the southwest, with a cold curve on her lips, "Oh, the descendants of Gale, each generation is worse than the last."

Lin Wenxuan looked along her line of sight, and belatedly realized that that was the direction Hou Yu fled.

Make a wish to Yue Palace and time will flow backwards