Phoenix on Fire: Allure of the City

When Song Ziyuan's palm was still an inch away from Weiyang Demon Lord, a majestic and indifferent voice sounded in midair.

"Are you all so worthless?"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The movements of the hands of the demon soldiers, monster soldiers and skeletons who were wrestling together were all frozen, and they came from the sky in white clothes, as if descending from an exile, flawless.

The four great demon lords and a group of demon soldiers knew who was coming when they saw the white clothes, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the Four Great Demon Lords are also complaining, what if you come earlier?You have to wait until someone else is half dead to come, you did it on purpose.

Wrapped in white clothes, he showed his sturdy figure without feeling rough, his black hair was casually draped over his chest and fluttered in the wind, his thin lips were slightly raised, and his handsome face was like a knife-sharpened face. There is a little smile in the hazy, bright silver eyes, if you look carefully, you will find that the smile is not as good as your eyes.

When Song Ziyuan heard this voice, a thunder blasted in his heart, how, how is it possible?How can this be?How could he come back again.

"Are you wondering why the emperor woke up again?"

The voice is as light as spring water, with lingering lingering lingering sounds, as if there is a deep but ethereal and melodious and poignant feeling occupying the heart, as if all the hustle and bustle have gone away, only this sound of nature.

But in Song Ziyuan's view, this is like the thousand-year snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter, which makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

For a moment of fierceness in his eyes, he slapped Weiyang Demon Lord fiercely with his big palm.

The silver eyes of the people in mid-air narrowed slightly, and a ray of light hit Song Ziyuan's palm, and with a spin, the force of the palm actually returned to Song Ziyuan's body, forcing him to stagger back.

Song Ziyuan was terrified in his heart, he never thought that his cultivation base would rise instead of falling, and easily break his palm force without even moving the corner of his clothes, and even bite himself back.

He pointed at the person in midair angrily.

"Jun Wushang, why, isn't your cultivation almost scattered? Why, why is your cultivation increasing instead of decreasing? Could it be that I really can't compare to you?"

The person in mid-air was Jun Wushang who had been awake for some time, he squinted his silver eyes and looked at Song Ziyuan with a ferocious expression below, and the corners of his lips curled up with sarcasm.

"Do you know how the pig died?" Jun Wushang uttered a sentence with a beginning and no end, and Song Ziyuan was stunned, but the Four Great Demon Lords covered their mouths and laughed.

Lord Lanxue raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a strange voice.

"Hey, what kind of human demon, oh, no, it's the demon emperor, let me tell you how the pig died, pig, it's stupid, haha, cough cough cough...... . . ”

Lord Lan Xue laughed so hard that he almost convulsed, his smile was so loose that the pain in his heart was frowned and he coughed.

The other three demon kings and everyone also smiled, mocking Song Ziyuan nakedly.

Song Ziyuan glared at everyone, the Four Great Demon Lords are not afraid of him, anyway, their big boss is here now, what are they afraid of?As for those magic soldiers, they are even less afraid. Anyway, they laughed when they laughed, so what else?

What I was afraid of was those monster soldiers. After all, Song Ziyuan was their master. As for those skeletons, they were simply thoughtless things, so how could they know whether to laugh or not.

Song Ziyuan slapped him back, smashing the demon soldiers and skeletons standing behind him to pieces, fell to the ground and howled.