Chapter 439 High-cold apprentice begs for bed (56)
Yuan Qiansu waved his hand.
A folding fan appeared in his hand. At this time, the witch also came from Fengyu Peak, staying in midair, watching all this lazily.
Isn't this the scum that was burned by it and dared not show up?
Are you dishonest again?
"Boss, get out of the way and watch this beast burn her to death!"
The witch directed Feng Gui's direction, and sprayed fire without hesitation.
Yuan slightly raised his eyebrows, and dodged to bring out Yun Ye who was trapped at the side.
This brat thought he was a little bit better, but he didn't expect that he was so easily tortured by Feng Gui!
The next moment, Xuanling, who was fighting, turned around and held his breath, came to Yuanqian, raised his hand and threw Yun Ye, who was carried by Yuanqian, aside.
"Don't touch him!"
Xuanling was very dissatisfied.
Yuan Qian raised his eyebrows, what's wrong with this brat?
She lowered her eyes to look at Yun Ye who was thrown to the ground with a dazed expression, and then looked at Xuanling, feeling a little helpless.
However, the current situation is not appropriate to ask what happened to Xuanling.
Because of what happened next, Yuanqian was a little surprised.
The fire sprayed by the demon girl disappeared instantly when it reached Feng Gui's body.
It's as if it's all absorbed.
"how so?"
Jian Hui, who was watching all this from the side, had a look of disbelief.
It's only been a few years, how did the demon king who entered Feng Gui's body have such terrifying strength?
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Feng Gui laughed out loud, and set his eyes on Yuanqian.
"I said a long time ago that today will be your death day!"
"Demon girl, get out of the way!"
Yuanqian snorted coldly at Suzaku in front of him, opened the folding fan in his hand easily, and just waved it lightly into the air.
The black air, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, dispersed around.
"Tsk, I really don't know who gave you the confidence. I don't know what happened a hundred years ago, but what I want to tell you is that Feng Yu a hundred years later is never the same as Feng Yu a hundred years ago!"
The folding fan suddenly turned into a sharp sword and stabbed towards Feng Gui's body.
A cloud of black air overflowed from Feng Gui's head.
This is the time!
Jianhui saw the right moment and planned to seal the Demon King into the Tianmen Cauldron again.
Yuanqian is a little helpless, is it stupid to seal it for a hundred years, and then give the devil a chance to escape?
For such a stupid and vulnerable Demon Lord, it would be great if there is no scum left.
"Demon girl, this time, go and burn all the scum left of the demon king. If you do this well, the spirit fruit will make you vomit!"
The witch who got the order, her fiery red eyes were full of light.
Spirit fruit!
okay! Boss, don't worry!
Burn the Undead Demon King, and the **** beast loses!
Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, he was wrong, this kind of thing may indeed be difficult for him, but... for Yuanqian, it is not difficult at all.
Feng Gui fell to the ground weakly.
Staring at Yuanqian in disbelief, he muttered to himself, "Impossible! Impossible!"
How could Yuanqian beat the Demon Lord?
What's more, this is not a simple devil...
There is also the catastrophe a hundred years ago, how could Yuanqian avoid it?
That's what she heard with her own ears!
Absolutely no fake, what's more, the master is dead, and Feng Yu's spiritual power has indeed disappeared.
This proves that the catastrophe does exist!
(end of this chapter)