Chapter 134: The Master Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord 23

Mingnan was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly: "Okay, it's a deal."

Wei Xiaoyue sneered, "You still have the mind to talk about love when you are about to die? How ridiculous."

He pointed his magic sword at Wei Zhuyun, his face cold and sinister, "As my descendant, you teamed up with outsiders to betray me. How do you want to die?"

Wei Zhuyun waved away the surrounding demon soldiers, curled his lips and smiled, his attitude was indescribably arrogant and unrestrained, "Every generation has its own talented people. You should have died three thousand years ago. What are you talking about?"

He flew up and stared at Wei Xiaoyue through the vine cage without showing any fear. "Besides, I am not betraying you. I want to refine you."

"What?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two groups of demon soldiers who were fighting fiercely were stunned.

Mingnan was also in a trance for a moment. Did he refine him?

She glanced at Wei Xiaoyue thoughtfully. Wei Xiaoyue paused, then laughed in anger, "Only you?"

Wei Zhuyun folded his fan and turned it into a sword, with the blade pointing directly at Wei Xiaoyue.

The frosty long sword formed a sharp contrast with the black magic sword with red patterns in Wei Xiaoyue's hand.

On the contrary, Wei Zhuyun Shuangjian is wearing red clothes, while Wei Xiaoyue Hongjian is wearing white clothes.

This picture has a kind of extremely gorgeous and perverse beauty.

"It's up to me." Wei Zhuyun said loudly.

Mingnan looked at his determined eyes and suddenly he understood the key.

Wei Zhuyun was worried, so she had been following him secretly for the past few days. She had noticed something, but she did not expose it, nor did she expect him to show up.

After all, when he showed up, he was either here to help Wei Xiaoyue or to help her.

It would be difficult for him to explain to the demon clan if he openly helped her, but if he refined Wei Xiaoyue, the meaning would be different.

Everyone can see Wei Xiaoyue's strength. If he can be used by Wei Zhuyun, according to the demon clan's concept of respecting the strong, they will only respect Wei Zhuyun more. As for whether his power is taken from Wei Xiaoyue, it doesn't matter. The winner is the king.

[He actually found a solution.] Mingnan was relieved but also a little worried.

It is easier said than done to refine Wei Xiaoyue, but it is just like a fool's dream.

“Hahahahahahaha——” Wei Xiaoyue laughed loudly towards the sky, “Okay, I admire your courage.”

"Since you are my descendant, I will leave your body intact." Wei Xiaoyue's smile faded, and his figure suddenly disappeared, attacking Wei Zhuyun at an extremely tricky angle.

Wei Zhuyun stepped back, holding his sword behind his back to block the attack.

“Dangdangdang——”

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged several moves, the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

"Your Majesty!"

Wei Zhuyun's men came to help when they saw the situation, but were entangled by the demon soldiers.

"The Demon Ancestor is teaching the younger generation, what are you mixing?"

Two figures appeared out of nowhere, and the overwhelming pressure came upon Mingnan, who was caught off guard and almost fell to his knees.

Her face darkened, and she swung her hand back, lightning tore through the vines, and she flew out.

She didn't recognize the person who came, but judging from his clothes and the reactions of the demon soldiers below, she thought he was a demon king.

Behind them were countless demon soldiers, forming a dark pressure that stretched as far as the eye could see over the mountaintops.

"I pay my respects to the Demon Ancestor. I hope you will forgive me for my late rescue!"

The two of them led the demon soldiers and knelt down in front of Wei Xiaoyue with a pious and respectful attitude.

Wei Xiaoyue didn't even glance at them, and said condescendingly, "Get rid of those annoying ants."

Mingnan narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Wei Xiaoyue had not been idle during the three thousand years that he was sealed.

These two demon kings were clearly well prepared and it didn't seem like they had just learned the news.

Could it be that... they have been colluding with each other for a long time?

This also explains why Wei Xiaoyue woke up so quickly.

I guess they helped a lot secretly.

What Mingnan thought of, the Demon Lord Wei Zhuyun could naturally think of as well. The two looked at each other, and Wei Zhuyun chuckled: "Are you afraid?"

"If you're afraid, I won't come." Mingnan opened his five fingers and grabbed at the air. A strong lightning bolt fell from the sky and wrapped around her wrist affectionately. She held one end, her eyebrows sharpened, and swept out horizontally.

The demon soldiers that rushed up were instantly beaten to pieces.

Mingnan stepped on their bodies and jumped to Wei Zhuyun's side.

The devil was furious: "It's not your turn to make decisions here!"

As he spoke, he was about to leap forward, but was stopped by a powerful sword energy halfway.

Ji Wuqing flew up and said coldly: "Your opponent is me."

"Elder Ji——"

"It really is Wei Xiaoyue..."

"Why are there still so many demon generals? Elder Ji, are you okay?"

Suddenly, a hole was torn in the void, and several elders and sect leaders with immortal looks flew out.

"Just in time."

Ji Wuqing's eyes flashed, and he said loudly: "Everyone, the demon ancestor Wei Xiaoyue has awakened. Today, you and I must reseal him no matter what. Otherwise, he will set off a new round of bloody storm to avenge the past. By then, the three realms will be in danger!"

"Elder Ji is right. It is our duty to seal the demon. Go!"

Hundreds of immortal sect elders came together to form a human wall, blocking the Demon King and others outside.

The sect leader and Ji Wuqing pointed the tips of their swords at Wei Xiaoyue.

"Hey - wait, why does that woman look so familiar?"

"Isn't that Elder Ji's eldest disciple?"

Ji Wuqing said calmly: "Mingnan has already graduated and is no longer my disciple."

The sect leaders looked at each other, quickly realized something, and said nothing more.

Mingnan's attack failed and he stepped back. A burst of blood suddenly burst out from his shoulder, which looked particularly shocking on his white clothes.

Mingnan groaned, her pupils twitched, and she bent down, barely avoiding the oncoming attack. She grabbed Wei Xiaoyue's hand with one hand, gathered her strength, and several arcs of electricity fell from the sky and hit Wei Xiaoyue's back fiercely.

Wei Xiaoyue's eyes flashed red, and a little blood flowed from his lips. He gritted his teeth and said, "I underestimated you."

He grabbed Mingnan's wrist with his backhand and suddenly exerted force. With a "crack", Mingnan's wrist bone was crushed and his face turned pale.

But she did not let go. Wei Xiaoyue frowned, sensing danger, and subconsciously turned sideways. The tip of Wei Zhuyun's sword pierced through his shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes.

Mingnan sneered, "You look down on more than one person."

Wei Zhuyun thrust his sword in the opposite direction, but without stopping, he pulled it out and stabbed again.

Wei Xiaoyue slapped Mingnan with one palm, but Mingnan dodged.

"stop--"

Several clan leaders worked together to set up a barrier to block the attack.

"Bang——"

The violent impact threw everyone away.

Mingnan and Wei Zhuyun landed on each side.

The strong wind blew up the long hair of the two men. They were both covered in bruises and looked quite miserable, but at this moment they didn't care about that at all.

The four looked at each other, and there was a burning desire to fight in each other's eyes.

"You don't know your own limitations. Get out of here—"

Wei Xiaoyue roared angrily, and as he opened and closed his hands, a tremendous amount of demonic energy roared out.

The clan leaders all looked solemn, each occupying a different area. Now they no longer hid their abilities and displayed their best skills.

All kinds of spiritual power gathered into one force to fight against the evil spirit.

Wei Xiaoyue smiled and wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a bright light under his feet, and complex and ancient array patterns lit up one after another, trapping him inside.

His always calm expression finally broke.