Ye Linyuan was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Yin Buqi was asking about Jiang Niannian.

"She..." Somehow, even though Tang Murou was beside him, he couldn't control his evil humor and said, "A beauty who has entered my magic palace must have sex with her."

Hearing this, Yin Buqi gripped the sword tighter and tighter, until his knuckles turned white.

The atmosphere around me was like a string, tied tightly and ready to break at any moment.

Seeing Yin Buqi like this, the devil in Ye Linyuan's heart was suddenly pleased. He was looking forward to Yin Buqi being irritated and mad, and then being knocked to the ground by him, helpless and pitiful.

"Miss Jiang and Brother Yin are a perfect match. How can you steal their love?" Jiang Ziyu complained.

The coal briquette held by Jiang Ziyou in one hand: "Ah Wu! Ah Wu!" Exactly! Shameless!

"No matter if it's fishy or smelly, it's all meat in my mouth." Ye Linyuan clicked his tongue and added, "That woman refused on the surface, but after I teased her, she threw herself into my arms and was passionate."

"You didn't satisfy her, did you? Otherwise you wouldn't be begging me so eagerly to have her."

When Tang Murou heard this, she struggled even harder: "Ye Linyuan! You bastard!"

Jiang Niannian: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense! I'll give you a big slap in the face!

A rustling sound was heard on the wall of the Demon Palace.

Ye Linyuan turned his head and saw a huge green vine suddenly attacking him. He immediately hugged Tang Murou and took two steps back. He transformed into a black sickle, and with a click, he cut the green vine into two pieces.

Then, dozens of vines came sweeping over, and Ye Linyuan chopped them off mercilessly, sneering, "What a trivial trick."

Tang Murou cried bitterly: "You really are with her...then go find her, why are you hugging me, Ye Linyuan, you are so shameless!"

Jiang Ziyu looked at Yin Buqi's red eyes that were almost bleeding, and felt that a storm was about to come.

Even he felt that Ye Linyuan was obviously deliberately provoking him, but when it came to Miss Jiang's affairs, Brother Yin seemed particularly biased.

Unexpectedly, Ye Linyuan did not calm down: "Yes, not long ago, I was entangled with that woman... to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding spiritual energy field suddenly changed, and the majestic spiritual energy suddenly overflowed like a tsunami, shocking the monks present so much that their internal organs were almost dislocated, and directly breaking more than a dozen pillars of the Demon Palace.

Ye Linyuan was also shocked by this spiritual power, but Yin Buqi was still a little inferior to Wen Shili back then.

Yin Buqi jumped up with a long sword in his hand and attacked Ye Linyuan head-on.

"Mu Rou, be good. After I deal with this villain, I'll spend our wedding night with you!" Ye Linyuan let go of Tang Mu Rou, anger and joy in his eyes. He wanted to see what terrifying moves Yin Buqi could use.

The moment the scarlet iron sword and the black sickle knife clashed, spiritual power and demonic energy surged like ocean waves.

It happened in a flash, as fast as the wind, and no one else could intervene.

After several rounds, Yin Buqi was clearly at a disadvantage. His black clothes were soaked with blood, which dripped onto the ground, staining it red.

Ye Linyuan laughed wildly and viciously, raised the black sickle and swung it at him: "Prepare to die!"

The monks: "Brother Yin!"

Jiang Niannian: “I won’t give up!”

Coal Ball: “Ouch!”

Yin Buqi's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be somewhat confused and close to insanity. Blood was flowing from the corners of his lips, but when he looked at Ye Linyuan, a weird smile appeared on his lips.

In a flash, Yin Buqi's shirt was burned up like a raging fire.

On the pale skin, a Lycoris radiata totem bloomed. Through the skin, one could see blood vessels that seemed to be about to burst, taking on the color of magma and looking like they would collapse at any time.

Tang Murou's eyes suddenly widened, and she thought to herself, "This totem!"

The black sickle suddenly stopped, and Ye Linyuan's feet were entangled by dozens of vines. It didn't hurt or itchy, but it disturbed his interest in killing.

"Damn it!" He used his magic power to push away the vines, but his face suddenly changed.

The surface of the Demon Palace suddenly cracked open, and dozens of towering fire pillars shot straight into the sky. The originally dark sky above the Demon Palace was dyed blood red, and the area within a hundred miles was as if the earth was dyed blood, a dark red.

Ye Linyuan felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't believe it and turned to fear. His eyes widened instantly: "This is... the Yellow Spring Hell Fire?!"

Who is this person...?

"What is this?"

"Ahhh, run! The Demon Palace seems to be collapsing!"

"Run! Run!"

The demons in the Demon Palace ran around in panic, but the palace was too big and they couldn't escape.

"Ye Linyuan, save me!" The ground beneath Tang Murou's feet cracked and she cried out in fear.

Ye Linyuan turned around, held Tang Murou in his arms, and used magic energy to prop up the barrier.

During the crisis, the green vines wrapped around the Demon Palace began to wriggle rapidly, wrapping everyone tightly in the vines and protecting them.

The sky was spinning and the earth was spun, and everything was shattered!

The Demon Palace exploded!

…

When all the dust settled, the magnificent and winding Demon Palace that stretched for thousands of miles had become ruins.

Dust was flying everywhere and the place was in a mess.

Amidst the blood and black miasma, there stood a man.

At some point, he had on a blood-red robe, which he draped lazily. On his exposed pale skin, one could vaguely see a red spider lily, which looked as if it had life and was astonishingly bright.

His black hair fluttered, and he looked at me with his bloodshot eyes. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

He was barefoot, and with every step he took, the blood under his feet would form a flower.

It is Lycoris radiata.

When Jiang Niannian crawled out of the ruins, she saw Yin Buqi like this.

This person looked exactly like Yin Buqi, but she always felt that there was something different.

"Ahem..." The monks came out from the vines and were all shocked when they saw this scene, their mouths wide open.

"Wuwuwuwuwu, a lot of the vines of the herb have been broken, my heart aches!"

A sad child's voice came from the wrist, and Jiang Niannian comforted him, "Don't cry, it's not like it won't grow back. Look at the Demon Lord, he has lost his nest, he is even more miserable than you."

Fujio was stunned, "...That's true."

"My Demon Palace! You actually destroyed my Demon Palace... You are looking for death!" Ye Linyuan retracted the barrier and muttered, his eyes full of blood. He suddenly laughed, distorted, unrecognizable, and viciously.

Tang Murou was held in his arms. She suddenly felt very scared. She struggled to get out and ran towards the monks.

Ye Linyuan suddenly transformed into a giant nine-headed snake several dozen feet tall, with its thick and terrifying body extending infinitely. "All demons, listen to my order - summon us!"

Demons of strange shapes came from all directions, densely packed. Although their sizes were not as huge as Ye Linyuan, they were as tall as a house.

The stench of blood hit my face, and there were many bones on the ground. They were the dried corpses of humans who had been dead for who knows how many years.

Ye Linyuan’s hoarse laughter echoed all around: “Damn it, hahahaha — hahahaha — I’m going to make sure you die without a burial place!”

When the monks saw this, their faces turned pale. Tang Murou even screamed.

No matter how powerful Yin Buqi was, how could he possibly withstand the attacks of so many demons?

They are finished!

Yin Buqi glanced over, his eyes were like a cold and lonely galaxy that had extinguished eternity, cold and bone-chilling.

The red dress fluttered and rose up.

Ye Linyuan said: "Do you think you can survive on your own? That's a joke!"

"Go, eat him alive!"

As soon as the words fell, the demon world was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks, and strong winds blew violently.

"What if I'm included?"

Jiang Ziyou was overjoyed, jumped up and waved: "Master! Master! I'm here!"

The man was wearing a white robe that looked like floating snow, with his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind. Hearing the voice, he slightly turned his cold and handsome face and nodded to Jiang Ziyu.

It was Wen Shili who came to rescue.