After the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord interpenetrate each other

Since the monarch came to the throne, he has always appeared in front of the immortals with a gentle image. Even if some immortal officials made mistakes, they have never been angry. It seems that there has never been any particularly angry time. ? Wait.

But the monarch in front of him is like a ghost returning from hell at this moment, his face is distorted and his eyes are scarlet.

I don't know when is the devil living in my heart? Yes, but I don't know when? Gradually occupy my heart.

The head of the majestic fairy palace, no matter how big or small, all have to look at the face of a courtier. How can he be reconciled to this?

Xing Dan yelled loudly, and the sharp sword came straight towards Peng Yi.

Jiuchongtian was completely reduced to a chaotic battlefield.

Peng Yi staggered to avoid this sword, and the Qingmang sword collided with it with a slam, and instantly burst out with extremely strong power. on the ground.

After such a fight, Peng Yi knew that the monarch was pretending to be a little white rabbit on weekdays.

Xing Dan clashed with Peng Yi, and his eyes gradually became excited. He looked at this face so closely, happily, and said: "This is the fairy palace, my site, today? I want both of you Buried here? Here."

Peng Yi exerted all his strength, broke away from the sword in front of him, turned around and threw the Qingmang sword out, and when he raised his hand again, the pitch-black Miexin sword fell into his palm, and he waved the sword There was blood stained from nowhere on his face, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spit out two words: "Dream."

As he spoke, he raised his sword again.

But at this time, Bai Simu kicked Fenghu away with one kick, and the Qingmang sword automatically returned to the owner's hand, and with one blow of the sword, the surrounding fighting crowd was overturned.

The battlefield has extended from this gate to the entire Asgard, and wars are raging everywhere.

Bai Simu stood in the air, looking at the place he had guarded with all his heart in the past, he closed his eyes bitterly, and when he opened them again, there was no trace of warmth.

With the world in mind, this? Did the world ever have you in mind.

Raising the sword again, he is no longer the venerable of the Immortal Palace.

Feng Hu turned around and pierced the chest of a fairy palace guard with his sword, intending to fish in troubled waters and leave this already bloody battlefield.

"Are you planning to leave after you provoke trouble?"

Bai Simu didn't know when? He stopped in front of him.

Feng Hu wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the dull pain in his chest told him that he was no match for this man in front of him at all. If he continued to fight, he might have to pay for his life here.

"There has never been any dispute between the demon clan and the demon palace. Why is the demon lord so aggressive just because of a rebellious Bai Simu?"

He didn't know that the man in front of him wearing the demon king's shell was not Peng Yi at all.

The devil? He is a man who does not follow the rules. He has never thought of becoming an enemy of the devil palace from the beginning to the end.

Bai Simu showed a slow and strange smile: "I am Bai-Si-mu."

Feng Hu suddenly widened his eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and hurriedly said: "This? How can..."

Before he could say the word Neng, he was forced back again and again by the oncoming Qingmang sword, and the big sword hurriedly met the sword, and under one blow, even the natal knife was cut.

Immediately, there was a burst of overturning in the chest cavity, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Bai Simu followed closely like a shadow, and the Qingmang sword drove all the people around back with a fierce wind, and then stabbed out with the sword.

Just at this time, the long black furry suddenly popped out from nowhere, with a swift figure, it opened its mouth and bit it head-on.

Feng Hu's pupils suddenly enlarged silently, and he said sharply, "Come back."

However, this call was still a step late, the black fox had already been pierced by a sword, and was nailed to the remaining white jade pillar, the blood was frozen before it could flow out, and the white jade pillar was This sword was torn apart under the force of the sword, completely crushed.

Bai Simu withdrew his sword expressionlessly, and turned to look at Feng Hu.

The death of the black fox was like a strong dose of medicine, driving Fenghu into a maddened state.

He bent down and landed on all fours, his muscles soared, and the clothes covering his body were instantly torn, revealing the pale yellow fur.

This monster finally showed its prototype, a huge tiger with a head as tall as a man, and its strong and burly body contained the power to tear people apart.

The tiger raised its head and let out a roar that shook the sky.

The sound wave from this roaring sound of a tiger is actually carrying extremely strong monster power. It spread out like a ring, with ripples and gusts of wind. It doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, knocking everything around it into the air.

Anyone who was injured by the sound wave would bleed from the seven orifices, kneel down and howl.

Bai Simu wielded the sword in front of him, the brilliance of the sword increased greatly, forming a hard barrier, locking all the sound waves out of the barrier.

At the same time, he pulled out his other hand, and quickly made a complicated decision in his hand.

Immediately, the spiritual power in the whole body rose sharply, and the sky above the head darkened in an instant, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

After Feng Hu let out a roar, he landed on all fours and ran towards Bai Simu. All the monsters and monsters who stood in front of him were waved away with one palm and fell heavily.

The tiger demon's eyes turned red, as if he had lost all consciousness, leaving only the instinct to kill this person.

After Bai Simu's sword edge collided with the sound wave, the spiritual power? The power of the blast? Almost shattered all the jade stones under his feet.

He looked at the tiger running wildly, his expression was indifferent, the hand that pinched the tactic had almost become a phantom, the dark sky had been covered by dark clouds, and the sound of thunder exploded in his ears.

The thick lightning flowed rapidly.

Bai Simu raised his hand and made a grasping movement. When his palm suddenly tightened, a whip appeared in his hand, which was flashing with lightning.

And the other end of the whip is the almost daunting thunder and lightning in the clouds.

The tiger demon rushed towards it in the blink of an eye, and the thunder and lightning were swung down like long whips.

This? The power of thunder? Impossible for mortals to bear, Feng Hu's back was filled with blood in the blink of an eye, and the fur on his body was burnt by this? Electric light gave a burnt smell.

However, his footsteps did not stop, and he rushed forward like crazy, with the determination to die with Bai Simu.

The huge sharp claws had already fallen in front of him, and could pierce Shirashima's face by a hair's breadth, but all movements stopped at this moment.

Feng Hu's eyes widened, and he looked at his hand that was about to succeed in disbelief, opening his mouth wide open. He didn't say anything in the end, and fell heavily to the ground with a plop.

Bai Simu "swiped" and pulled out the sword stuck in his heart. The green sword with thunder and lightning was more murderous than before. After drinking blood, it even appeared a little more tyrannical than its master How much killing intent?

He shook off the blood on the sword with his backhand, and stepped over the corpse of the tiger demon without looking sideways.

Seeing that the leader was dead, those monster clans who followed Feng Hu dropped their weapons and surrendered.

But Bai Simu was around ten feet away, and no one dared to get close to him.

At this moment, Xing Dan, who was fighting with Peng Yi, was almost overwhelmed.

Xing Dan has been the emperor of Asgard for so many years, no matter how strong he is, at least no one dares to ask him to make a move first when something happens, and everyone in Asgard has never seen the sword of the emperor.

But today? Seeing is seeing, but it is different from imagination.

The sword of Xianjun should be shining brightly, with the righteousness of the common people and the world in mind.

But the sword in Xing Dan's hand exudes an indescribable ghostly aura, which is somewhat more sinister than the Miexin Sword.

All the immortals were surprised, but they couldn't raise it at this moment, so they first resisted the demon soldiers in front of them.

Peng Yi couldn't help showing an evil smile: "The stinginess on your sword is almost overflowing the sky, do you still have to wear a disguise?"

After speaking, the Miexin Sword was slashed down again, and he backed up again and again as he slashed with the sword.

Xing Dan's complexion has been completely distorted, revealing the essence controlled by the devil.

His body was full of resentment, and this qi was transformed into endless power to help him.

"I am the monarch. I am the lord of the fairy palace and the lord of the world. You, the devil, should have been defeated by my sword."

Peng Yi and Xing Dan had already arrived at the Ming Dynasty Hall. The originally brilliant and bright meeting hall was in a mess, jade bricks and rubble fell to the ground. people.

After another blow, Xing Dan was thrown flying by Peng Yi's sword, and his back hit the wall of the Ming Dynasty Hall heavily, and dense cracks appeared on the wall instantly.

Xing Dan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt heavily on the ground.

"monarch!!!"

The nearest immortal attacked with a weapon, trying to help, but was kicked by Peng Yi and flew away, never even had a chance to get close.

There were also many scars on Peng Yi's body, his clothes were already torn, and the blood stained his entire white clothes completely red. Just looking at them, he felt flustered.

He held the sword tightly with his hanging hand, and walked step by step towards the man who was at the end of his rope.

After Bai Simu killed Feng Hu, he joined the battlefield, and one person became a hundred. Soon, the entire fairy palace was under his control, and they surrendered one after another.

All the high-ranking immortals were crushed into the palace of the Ming Dynasty, and they looked at the monarch above them with grief and indignation, crying bitterly.

"Devil, you have committed such a heinous crime. Even if you kill us all today, the law of heaven cannot tolerate such a disaster like you."

"Immortal Bai Ling, you always have a clear distinction between good and evil, and hate evil like hatred, why did you fall to this point? You are willing to be a lackey of the Demon Palace."

"It doesn't matter how you kill us, please let the monarch go, this? Immortal Palace cannot live without him."

Although all the immortals were already trapped, they still looked at Bai Simu with tears, hoping that he would have a little compassion, remember the past love, and be merciful.

Xing Dan was already exhausted at this time, he propped himself up, sat on the steps with his buttocks on his back, leaning against the wall behind him, and was looking at the man in front of him fearlessly.

"If you have the ability to kill me, even if you kill me, Bai Simu can't be the master of this? Immortal Palace."

Peng Yi raised his hand, wiped away the residual blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, and showed a disdainful smile.

"You think that everyone is just like you, and you are so rare about this position. You really deserve to die, but before you die, you have to have some value, right?"

Xing Dan looked at him vigilantly, with resentment in his eyes: "What do you want?"

Peng Yi put away the Miexin Sword in his hand, and took another step forward: "What for? Of course it is to tell the world, what kind of thing are you, the emperor of the fairy palace?"

As soon as Peng Yi finished speaking, someone grabbed the hand behind his back.

Bai Simu glanced at this man who had almost turned into a blood man, and the back of his hand was tense.

He asked tremblingly, "Does it hurt?"

Peng Yi didn't care much: "Shang Ke, it's all skin trauma, although this? The monarch is not a little white rabbit, but he is not a big bad wolf either, so he can't hurt me."

Bai Simu looked at his white clothes without a clean spot, endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back: "Fart."

Peng Yi was startled by these words. He stopped all his movements and looked at him in disbelief: "You... scold me?"

The blue veins on Bai Simu's forehead were throbbing, and he wished he could take off this layer of bloody clothes on the spot and heal all his wounds first, but obviously, this person in front of him would definitely not cooperate this time.

He felt distressed in his heart and eyes, but he was furious because of this person's indifference, so he answered: "You are the one who scolded."

The palace of the Ming Dynasty was full of imprisoned immortals, and there was also a monarch who was about to die or not, and had no way out.

So? Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two quarreled like no one else.

Peng Yi suddenly became unhappy, turned around and slapped Xing Dan with his palm.

"Are you going to say it yourself, or let me tell it for you."

Xing Dan was already seriously injured, and this slap almost killed him. The severe pain in his chest made his three souls fly away.

Holding on to the last bit of strength, he asked in a hoarse voice: "What are you talking about? The loser is a bandit. If you want to kill or cut, you will do as you please."

All the immortals were even more furious. They looked at the monarch one after another. If their eyes could kill people, they might cut the two of them thousands of times.

"You? Two devils? You bully people too much, bully people too much!!!"

At this moment, a loud voice came from outside the hall.

"He doesn't want to? Say, I'll come, my good brother, good monarch, don't you have any regrets so far?"

Outside the dilapidated palace of the Ming Dynasty, Yunji was slowly approaching a woman with pale hair and long hair.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Peng Yi: If this is a normal plot, I feel that I am an out-and-out villain.

Simu Bai: You are the devil.