Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Sure enough, just as Lin Xi understood Ji Xiaowu, how could he, a supreme ruler of the demon world who enjoyed unlimited glory, allow others to disobey him, especially after everyone in Lingyun Sword Sect had expressed their dislike for him because of his bad temper, Lin Xi and others rejected his request to take Luo Qinghe away.

The dissatisfaction and frustration accumulated over the months made him explode completely, and he directly attacked them, which made Luo Qinghe see clearly what kind of person he was and completely give up on him, and he also fell completely into Lin Xi's trap.

A man who is frustrated in love will naturally shift his attention elsewhere. If he finds out at this time that the enemy who almost killed him is trying to make trouble again, then the anger of this man with amazing destructive power will naturally have a place to vent.

At the same time, if, while these two giants of the demon world are killing each other, someone can quietly break through their most weakly defended lairs and wipe out the remaining remnants of the demon clan, how can it not be considered as cutting off the source of the problem and solving the problem once and for all?

Thinking of this, Lin Xi suddenly thought of the little old man with white beard, holding a whisk, and looking like an immortal. He couldn't help but smile secretly - Master, please don't let me down.

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At the foot of the Cao Mountain, the two sides were fighting fiercely.

On the battlefield, two figures, one black and one red, flipped and moved, filled with murderous intent, and in a blink of an eye they had exchanged no less than a hundred moves.

Demonic energy surged, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and finally, after the demonic energy with the power to destroy the world swung out by the two men collided, the demon soldiers who were fighting around the two men were torn apart by the huge air pressure and turned into blood mist all over the sky, and the two figures, one black and one ochre, suddenly spat out blood and were blown away.

"Puff!" Ji Xiaowu, who was blown away by the evil spirit, only felt a surge of blood in his chest. The huge pain made him spit out a mouthful of blood. Then his whole body fell to the ground rapidly like a falling meteorite, leaving a big hole between the rugged rocks.

The right protector of the demon clan who was fighting with his demonic energy was also knocked away by this huge energy. However, compared to Ji Xiaowu who was still struggling to get up, he looked much more embarrassed. Not only was his body covered with wounds of various sizes, but his right arm also hung at his side at a strange angle, obviously broken.

"Cough cough cough cough." Dust flew in his face and Ji Xiaowu, who was struggling to climb out of the pit, burst into a violent coughing fit, which affected the broken ribs in his chest and caused so much pain that a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"Heh, you old immortal dare to dream of fighting with me." Ji Xiaowu stumbled to his feet and looked at the right protector lying on the ground not far away, breathing but not breathing, with his eyes closed, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead. He could not help but sneered.

"Oh...oh..." As if irritated by Ji Xiaowu's ridicule, the pale-faced right protector suddenly let out a wheezing sound like a broken bellows from his throat and slowly opened his eyes.

"But... you inherited the demonic energy from Ji Ting, and you are... so proud of it. What?" Although the mocking words were spoken by the right protector in a disjointed manner and had no deterrent effect, his turbid eyes were filled with disdain.

"You are not worthy to mention my father's name. You were defeated by my father back then. Now you have been lying in wait for many years, planning carefully, but you still surrender to me." Ji Xiaowu seemed not to be irritated by the words of the right protector at all. Instead, he said with more disdain.

"Your father was a hopeless case, and finally died because of... a woman. You are... the same kind of person." Seeing that he was unmoved, the right guardian's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and then he said, "You are a dignified Demon Lord, but you actually... humbled yourself for a... woman. You are just like your... useless father. You have brought shame to our... Demon Clan."

"Shut up! How can an old immortal like you interfere in what my father does?!" Ji Xiaowu, who had a calm expression just now, seemed to be touched. His face changed color and he yelled.

“Hahahahahaha, cough... cough cough, he Xiao Ting... instead of being the Demon Lord, he actually dreamed of giving up his cultivation and being with a... mortal woman. For her, he even executed the Demon Queen and threatened to disband the Demon World for her. If I hadn't secretly killed him, I'm afraid the entire Demon World... would have been destroyed by this idiot like him.” Seeing Ji Xiaowu's face change drastically, the right protector laughed out loud and continued to stab Ji Xiaowu in the heart without mercy.

"It's a pity that when you were on the verge of death, that idiot actually found you and passed on all his skills to you. He also appointed his confidants to protect you. Otherwise... cough cough cough cough..." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently again. When the coughing sound subsided, he raised his cloudy eyes and stared at Ji Xiaowu, saying, "Your most beloved father is the enemy who killed your mother. Could it be that you have forgotten?"

"Shut up! Shut up! You old man are about to die, but you still want to slander my father's good reputation. I'm going to kill you now!" Ji Xiaowu's tone was flustered, as if he remembered something but didn't dare to admit it. So he raised his right hand in anger, and a terrifying purple lightning condensed in his palm.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, you and I both know the truth of what I said, so stop deceiving yourself. But when the Demon Queen was dying, she asked me to give you one of her relics..." As if choked by the dust raised by Ji Xiaowu's anger, the right protector burst into a violent cough, and then his voice dropped away.

"What did you say! The relics of my mother? What is it? Where have you hidden it now!" Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaowu's face changed, and purple lightning condensed in the palm of his hand, and he asked hurriedly in a stern voice.

But the right protector seemed to have finally run out of energy. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and murmured in a trembling voice: "It's... it's... it's there..." The voice became lower and lower, as if it would disappear in the wind at any time.

Ji Xiaowu was startled and hurriedly took a few steps forward, trying to hear his whisper clearly, but at the same time, he vigilantly raised the purple lightning in his hand to his chest.

"Just..." Seeing Ji Xiaowu getting closer and closer, the right protector's voice became lower and lower. Just when he seemed to be about to take his last breath, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stared at Ji Xiaowu's vigilant face with resentful eyes.

At the same time, a black lightning flew out from between his eyebrows and shot towards Ji Xiaowu who was nearby at lightning speed.

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