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After Li Tian jumped out, he then flew through the air.

He used the mysterious wind step, which was frighteningly fast.

On the street, only a shadow could be seen flashing past at an incredible speed.

When those demon people who were walking on the street saw a shadow flashing past, some were so frightened that they quickly dodge, while others were so frightened that they screamed.

There is no way, Li Tian's speed is too fast.

In the blink of an eye, Li Tian had already flown outside the city.

Standing outside the city, unfortunately, Situ Ningbing could not be seen.

Outside the capital, the sky is filled with yellow sand and the north wind is howling.

Li Tian stood in the desolate howling north wind, suddenly frowning, looking at the endless yellow sand with sharp eyes, and murmured: "Which direction did Ning Bing and the others go?"

After thinking for a while, Li Tian suddenly closed his eyes slightly.

Then he gathered the internal energy in his body and his consciousness. Li Tian's current strength has reached the level of spiritual wisdom. So the moment he accumulated the internal energy in his body, he straightened his ears and listened to what was being said in the cold wind. Any news coming.

Li Tian listened bit by bit.

Suddenly, Li Tian's ears heard the sound of horse hooves galloping from the northwest.

The moment he heard the sound, Li Tian's bright eyes suddenly opened.

Then he smiled and said, "In the northwest."

As his words fell, Li Tian quickly moved his figure, and then quickly swept towards the northwest.

Amidst the howling north wind, Li Tian's figure suddenly disappeared.

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But where did Situ Ningbing and the four high-level blood illusionists from the demon race go?

To the northwest outside the demon capital, there is a huge maple forest.

The maple forest has lush branches and leaves. When the cold wind blows, the withered yellow leaves fall from the maple trees, which looks quite artistic.

At this moment, I saw a lonely figure standing silently under this dense maple forest.

Looking carefully, that person was none other than the stunningly beautiful Situ Ningbing. It turned out that she was here.

Standing a dozen meters behind her were the four high-level demon blood illusionists who were protecting her.

Situ Ningbing stood alone in front of her, with a trace of melancholy that could not be concealed on her beautiful and flawless face. She seemed to be thinking about something... and she seemed to be pondering something.

Just as Situ Ningbing was standing in front of him, suddenly a demon blood illusionist wearing black robes walked over from behind.

"Saint, the air here is cold and cold, and the saint has just recovered from her illness, so I think we should go back early." The black-robed blood illusionist looked at Situ Ningbing with concern.

But seeing Situ Ningbing suddenly shook his head and said: "No, I want to stay here for a while."

"Saint..." The subordinate demon blood illusionist seemed to want to say something more, but was stopped by Situ Ningbing suddenly reaching out his hand.

"Stop talking about it." Situ Ning said coldly.

The moment he heard Situ Ningbing's cold voice, the demonic blood illusionist could only close his mouth, not daring to speak anymore, and then prepared to retreat.

At this moment, Situ Ningbing suddenly turned his head, looked at the demon blood illusionist who was about to retreat, and said, "I want to ask you something, and you have to give me a truthful answer now."

The blood illusionist heard what Situ Ningbing said, so he hurriedly said: "I would like to listen to the saint's answer."

Situ Ningbing turned her back, looking at the dead leaves falling from the maple tree with her beautiful eyes, and then murmured in her mouth: "Let me ask you, before I became a saint, , what is it really like? Also, why can’t I remember things from the past? Why is my memory only about the past one or two years?”

The blood illusionist suddenly heard the question from Situ Ningbing in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed.

The whole person stood there speechless.

"Holy girl, this... this... this..." The blood illusionist hesitated as if he had something unspeakable and did not dare to answer.

Situ Ningbing suddenly turned his cold face and looked at the blood illusionist in front of him.

"Tell me? I'm asking you something." Situ Ningbing stared at the blood illusionist in front of her with her beautiful eyes.

The blood illusionist's face turned pale, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground and said, "I don't dare... I can't say anything."

"Why? Why don't you dare to say it?" Situ Ningbing, who was in front of him, suddenly heard what this guy said and was stunned.

The blood illusionist knelt on the ground, lowering his head and not daring to say a word.

"Hmph, are you going to say it? If you don't say it again, I will beat you to death with one palm of my hand." Situ Ningbing threatened the blood illusionist in front of him.

Who knew that the blood illusionist didn't even move, and whispered there: "Even if the saint kills the subordinate, the subordinate dare not say anything."

"Asshole, why don't you dare to say it?" Situ Ningbing said angrily.

Of course she couldn't really kill the men in front of her, so she shouted angrily.

After hearing what Situ Ningbing said, the subordinate lowered his head and remained silent.

Situ Ning glanced at his men with cold eyes and thought to himself: How dare he dare to say it in front of him? Could there be someone more powerful than himself putting pressure on these illusionists?

In the entire imperial city, except for the Demon Emperor, no one has as much power as the Saint. Could it be that the one who forbids them from telling the secret is his adoptive father? Situ Ningbing suddenly thought in her mind.

"Is it because of my adoptive father? Because of the Demon Emperor?" Situ Ningbing suddenly turned around and looked at the blood illusionist under his command and asked.

When the blood illusionist under his command heard that Situ Ningbing had guessed it, he knelt on the ground and said, "I can't say it... I really can't say it... As long as I dare to say a word, I will destroy the nine tribes."

When Situ Ningbing heard this, he had already made a complete judgment in his mind.

"It seems that the foster father really gave the order! Because in the entire demon clan, only the Demon Emperor can issue the order to destroy the nine clans."

"In this case, I have no choice but to go to my adoptive father in person and ask him clearly. My adoptive father loves me so much, I believe he will tell me the truth." Situ Ningbing thought secretly in her mind.

After thinking about it like this, she glanced at the demonic blood illusionist kneeling on the ground next to her and said, "Okay, you can get up! I won't ask you any more questions."

"Thank you... thank you, saint... thank you, saint." The blood illusionist kneeling on the ground bowed his head and thanked Situ Ningbing in front of him, while wiping the cold sweat on his face.

Situ Ningbing didn't look at him, but said slightly: "Go back!"