Chapter 75 The Demon King Opens the Shura Field
Demon King!
The next second, the Taotie in Wen Jin's hand suddenly stiffened, and layers of ice were visibly covered on it.
The Demon King's voice was like honey soaked in an icy spring, each word carrying a lazy tremor. "Little Taotie—" the last syllable trailed off, "My rule is, those who betray their master will be killed."
Click—
With a gentle snap of the fingers, the ice formed by the Taotie shattered into pieces instantly.
Wen Jin's face turned extremely gloomy, and his thin lips parted slightly, filled with a strong killing intent, "Luo... Chuan."
The Demon King Luo Chuan chuckled lazily, his slow tone suddenly turning to Wen Tingyun in his sandalwood wheelchair, "Let me think about it. Was it your idea?"
Wen Tingyun's hand holding the folding fan suddenly tightened.
Before he could even prepare, the two demon kings behind him were frozen into ice and turned to ashes the moment Luo Chuan finished speaking.
"Since you dared to set your sights on the Holy Capital Demon Realm, this is your lesson."
An immense pressure swept over her instantly, and the barrier around Huali shattered like sandpaper in the face of such extreme power, causing her to groan.
Seeing that the gold card was about to fly away, Huali quickly reached out and grabbed it firmly in her hand.
At a time like this, going up to activate a card is practically suicide.
That Wen Tingyun is truly a persistent ghost, how can he be so good at causing trouble! Hua Li cursed inwardly while still taking small, quick steps.
Originally, only Wen Tingyun and Liu Wang Huali were prepared to run away, but now this demon king is a formidable character.
Back then, she used her domain to take away that half-demon from a thousand miles away. Wen Jin's Soul Returning Stage was just finished, so she had to help him in the face of this strong attack.
Upon seeing this, a dark light flashed in Wen Jin's eyes. He waved his hand, and the oppressive aura dissipated instantly. His tone was icy: "Your dog died too easily."
His gaze swept over the trembling four kings and the gloomy-faced Wen Tingyun, and the demon king casually echoed, "Yes, that's why I made this from its soul."
The oppressive aura disappeared, and Huali looked up and stared straight through the door that had been smashed open by the Taotie.
The Demon King Luo Chuan leaned against the jagged bone spikes of the ferocious beast Chaos, a gilded mask covering half his face, and a silver chain adorned with red coral beads swayed slightly as he lowered his gaze and played with the butterfly on his fingertip.
The originally beautiful scene was shattered by a single sentence from Ao Bai.
Ao Bai gasped, "My God, that's the soul of the Taotie."
Luo Chuan clenched his fingers, and the butterfly made of soul immediately struggled to its death in his hand. Just as it was about to turn to ashes, he gently released it.
When the butterfly flaps its broken wings and flies away again, it cruelly manipulates the butterfly at will.
After several attempts, the butterfly made from the soul of the Taotie was completely on its last breath and was swallowed whole by the chaos beneath him.
Luo Chuan raised his eyes. "Tsk, can't even last three breaths?"
Huali: "......" That's perverted.
Luo Chuan keenly sensed a gaze different from the others. He casually raised his eyes and met Hua Li's eyes.
The little girl opposite her was like a frightened hamster, immediately shrinking her head and hiding behind the Demon Lord. But the ruthless Wen Jin actually indulged her.
Luo Chuan's gaze swept between the two of them, as if he had remembered something that he found quite interesting.
After rescuing the half-demon from Lingwu Mountain last time, his remaining demonic power was repelled by a burst of Buddhist light before it could dissipate naturally. Luo Chuan was somewhat surprised to conjure a water mirror and look in; the person inside was the little girl opposite him.
However, there was someone else by her side.
A Buddhist disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and a demon lord of Sunset City—how interesting! If he weren't in such a hurry to find the Burning Heaven Tower, he could have continued watching the show.
Luo Chuan rested his chin on his hand, still savoring the moment. A smile played on his lips beneath the gilded mask as he snapped his fingers, sending silver light scattering in all directions.
But before he left, he didn't mind making the place a little more chaotic.
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At the same time, Lian Zhuo suddenly reached out and grabbed the silver light, then crushed it with a cold gaze.
In the scene, a girl with half her face visible behind the Demon Lord comes into view.
Rongxing, who was preparing to perform divination, only felt the leaves moving without any wind. When she turned around, the person meditating under the tree had disappeared.
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Huali watched helplessly as Luo Chuan suddenly appeared and then suddenly left, killing two people and a beast like a psychopath before leaving without a trace.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Wen Tingyun also breathed a sigh of relief. He put the fan back in his hand, resumed his smiling appearance, and tossed it into the sky without saying a word. Twelve wind pattern totems appeared instantly.
Unlike last time, this time they have the help of four other demon kings.
The Second Prince is right. If we cannot join forces to kill the Demon Lord while he is recuperating, we will surely die without a burial place in the future.
"The waves break, silence reigns!!!"
The twelve totems simultaneously unleashed a rain of spiritual energy swords, heading straight for Wen Jin.
Hua Lixin tensed up and quickly stepped out from behind him, preparing to take out her cards, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.
The spiritual rain fell like swords from above, but Wen Jin didn't even glance at it. A dangerous glint flashed in his pale golden eyes, one that Hua Li couldn't decipher. "You're leaving?"
Before Huali could even speak, the long-dormant love bracelet on her wrist suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
The words of explanation she was about to say turned into a surprised murmur, "What's going on? Lian Zhuo?"
The large hand gripping her wrist tightened suddenly, and Wen Jin's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He said, word by word, "Who...are...you...calling...?"
It was too late for Huali to mute her microphone.
Seeing the vortex in the Demon Lord's eyes deepen, he suddenly sighed and called out her name.
"Rosewood..."
"Rosewood!"
A hoarse whisper rang in my ear, and a clear, cold chanting arose from not far away.
Ignoring the fact that her wrist was still being held in the Demon Lord's hand and that she was being half-held in Wen Jin's arms, Hua Li suddenly turned her head.
Lotus-scented white robes were soaked with blood, and the lotus handprint on her left hand cleaved through the sunset glow of the city as she strode forward.
“...Lian Zhuo, Lian Zhuo!” Hua Li waved her hand immediately after being stunned.
At the same time, the spirit snake that the Nine Ghost Fire had transformed into had already climbed up her ankle and tightly wrapped around her waist with possessiveness.
"Look at me!"
"come over!"
The two sound waves collided in the air again, and the buzzing sound, like a snapping string, made Huali's head buzz.
Ao Bai gasped, first glancing at the Demon Lord's overwhelming killing intent, then at the Buddha's cold gaze, before quickly burying his head in his claws. "My god..."
Completely ignored, Wen Tingyun's face turned cold. The moment the magic array in his hand was formed, the pressure shot towards Wen Jin again.
Wen Jin stared intently at the suddenly appearing Lian Zhuo, and fragments of Chen Liucheng's lost memories poured out like an avalanche.
A young girl in green flew towards the Buddhist monk like a swallow returning to its nest.
—After Song Ran self-destructed, she rushed in front of the Buddha to block the attack.
Finally, the image freezes on the girl's eyes as she looks at him, and Wen Jin's pale golden pupils instantly shrink to thin slits.
Ignoring the fact that his protective barrier had been blasted into pieces, he spat out a mouthful of blood and groaned as he tightly embraced the girl in his arms under the crimson gaze of the Buddhist disciple.
Hot blood flowed down her collarbone and into Karin's collar. He deliberately used his bloodied fingers to grab Karin's wrist, and sure enough, the girl's gaze was quickly drawn to his blood.
The Buddhist disciple suddenly clenched his fist over the Bodhi beads.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
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