A Demon Lord's wife and a Demon Lord's general are both the closest and most beloved people of the Immortal Demon Lord. She is a soul and does not remember the past; he is a corpse puppet and has no will as a living person. After eight thousand years, he is still alive.

Meeting like this.

There is a kind of sadness that is indescribable.

If the Demon Lord were here, I don't know how heartbroken it would be. The Demon Realm, which once dominated the world, ended up in such a miserable end.

Boom! Bang!

The Tianwu Corpse moved, attacking from the left and right. There was no secret technique, just a simple punch or a palm, but it had a magnificent momentum.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun stepped forward.

The one who was faster than him was the Demon Queen. Like a ghost, she passed by him and went straight to the first Demon General. She shot her illusory jade hand out of the air and actually pushed the first Demon out of the sky with one palm.

Corpse Ancestor frowned as he looked at it.

This quasi-immortal level soul is indeed powerful enough.

But he is not afraid. No matter how strong he is, he is just a soul without a physical body as a foundation. It is okay to defeat the Tianwu corpse puppet, but it is far from enough to face the intact Tianwu. The stronger the female ghost is, the more excited he becomes.

If you swallow it, you will surely reach the fairyland.

roar!

Long Fei forced her Nine-Tails transformation and faced another Tianwu Corpse Puppet.

Kyuubi is very weak, and if he lends his power to Dragon Tail, he does so by force, and he won't be able to last long.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, attacked the corpse clan and pierced Changhong with his sword.

"Kyuubi host?"

Corpse Ancestor glanced at Long Fei and recognized that state. As for Zhao Yun's sword, he only stretched out two fingers. With his cultivation at the peak of Tianwu, he could easily clamp the tip of the sword and remove the power from the sword.

What a pity! He underestimated this quasi-heaven realm.

For a brief moment, Zhao Yun activated his blond state, with surging immortal power, tearing thunder and lightning, and full combat power. The power of the sword also instantly increased to its peak, and the terrifying sword intention was devastating.

"you....."

Corpse Ancestor's expression changed. He was amazed at Zhao Yun's combat power and also at Zhao Yun's operation. It was too fancy. One moment he showed weakness, making him relax his vigilance. Another moment, he fully unleashed his combat power, exerting the power of the Blessing Sword.

And his sword intent was so strong that it made his heart tremble.

A person in the quasi-heaven realm has such a high level of understanding of swords.

Because he was not expecting it, he was caught off guard. The two fingers he stretched out clamped the tip of the sword, which was true, but did not remove the power of the sword. His eyebrows were opened by the sword's intention, leaving him with a bloody hole.

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"very good."

Corpse Ancestor snorted coldly, and the aura of the peak of Tianwu suddenly appeared, knocking Zhao Yun over with one blow.

And he followed him like a shadow, with a dead finger lingering in the light of death, and he wanted to poke a bloody hole in Zhao Yun's eyebrows to relieve the hatred in his heart.

boom!

Zhao Yunhuo's body also disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!