Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Outside the hall, a figure rushed in in a hurry.

He was panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He covered his broken right arm with his left hand. Because he ran too fast, he couldn't stop and fell in the middle of the hall.

With a clanging sound, the faces of the people in the hall turned completely cold.

Being so disrespectful in front of the palace, he really doesn't take the Demon Lord seriously.

Demon Lord Ling Yuan frowned and scolded, "Waste!"

He waved his sleeves and the person who came was blown away several meters.

With a bang, Mo Chi crashed into a pillar and almost fainted from the pain.

Mo Chi knew that he had offended the Demon Lord, so he endured the severe pain, straightened his body, and knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to look up.

"Please calm down, Lord Demon. Mo Chi has lost his manners in front of the palace and deserves death."

Demon Lord Ling Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the hall, where blood was dripping all the way. He then looked towards Mo Chi and said in a cold voice:

"What happened? What made you so panicked and anxious?"

Mo Chi is the number one general of the demon clan, and there are not many people who can be hurt like this by him.

He was able to destroy the poisonous miasma forest with one sword and severely injure Mo Chi who was guarding the Red Flame Cliff. This person is definitely not a simple person.

Demon Lord Ling Yuan frowned, feeling a bit of a headache.

Who on earth offended this big Buddha?

The demon sneered:

"Demon Lord, when I learned that the poisonous miasma forest was destroyed, I led the demon soldiers to suppress it. The man was dressed in black, with a large wooden box on his back, and his red eyes were as cold as ice, which was extremely terrifying."

Mo Chi recalled the scene just now, and fear oozed from his pupils.

"I was no match for that man. Before we could even fight for a few moves, he knocked me off the Red Flame Cliff. My right arm was cut off by the sword energy and I fell into the Red Flame River."

The Red Flame River was filled with boiling magma. If he had not crushed the teleportation stone in time, he would have fallen into the Red Flame River long ago, leaving no trace of his bones.

Mo Chi swallowed his saliva and continued, "Demon Lord, that man killed tens of thousands of demon soldiers with one sword. He was extremely cruel."

"He is a lunatic! Even crazier than us demons!"

Before Mo Chi could finish his complaint, there was a loud bang and a huge sword energy shattered the door of the hall into pieces, turning it into ashes.

A man in black stood in the hall, looking coldly at the Demon Lord on the throne.

The Demon Lord was startled and stood up from the throne.

He pointed at the man and shouted angrily: "Who are you? I have no grudge against you, why did you massacre my 100,000 demon soldiers?"

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, the demon princess killed my beloved, so I will use the entire demon tribe to bury my beloved!"

The man's voice was cold, as if he was narrating a mundane incident.

Isn’t the Demon Lord’s princess Youtao?

Is Youtao dead?

Mo Chi was startled, and a strong pain surged in his heart.

The demon sneered, "You...you killed Youtao!"

The man glanced coldly and said in a cold voice: "So what if I kill you?"

Youtao and he were childhood sweethearts and grew up together. Mochi roared viciously and rushed towards the man.

"I am going to kill you!"

Mo Chi rushed over, and when he was less than one meter away from the man, the expression on Mo Chi's face turned into pain, and his body exploded instantly, with blood mist splattering everywhere.

The Demon Lord Ling Yuan on the throne widened his eyes in shock.

How did he kill Mochi?

The man is the sword and the sword is the man.

When approaching the man, countless invisible sword energies will directly kill the intruder and turn it into blood mist.

This is the blood mist area.

Open the blood mist field, anyone who gets close will die!

Lin Qingzhi, who had been following the man, pursed her thin lips.

She looked at the man whose face was covered by the mist and whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

Her soul floated to the man's side and reached out to touch his face, but when she raised her hand and touched the man's face, it went straight through.

Lin Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, and she forgot that she was just a wandering soul at this moment.

The smile on Lin Qingzhi's face was uglier than crying.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Who are you? ! ! !

A familiar voice came to my ears.

Wake up, sister.

Wake up.

sister.