Seeing that she was distracted, Wen Renheng immediately gathered strength in his palm and slapped Yun Zheng.
"ah--"
Before his hand fell, the sharp blade of the dagger at his waist stabbed inside again, this time fast and fierce, and blood gushed out.
Wen Renheng's lips turned pale and his whole body twitched involuntarily.
Yun Zheng raised her eyes and saw his hand about to attack, then shifted her gaze to Wen Renheng's pale face. She smiled sweetly and said, "Don't play tricks on me. If my knife goes in just one more inch, you'll be completely useless. You won't be able to get hard again in the future."
Wen Renheng's face froze.
How could she, a woman, talk about such things so easily?
"I won't do that again, you..." Wen Renheng frowned, holding back his anger and said, "You better be careful when you attack me. If you really destroy my foundation, I guarantee you won't be able to leave the demon clan's rear camp."
Yun Zheng didn't really take what she heard to heart. What she was most concerned about now was the mural of the beauty, which seemed very familiar to her.
"Take me to the Demon Tomb." She said slowly.
Wen Renheng's expression suddenly became serious and cold, "Why did you go to the Demon Tomb?!"
"I just wanted to see the customs of your demon tribe. There's no need for you to react so strongly."
Wen Renheng stared at her suspiciously, but when she raised her eyes and met his, he was startled. He heard her say coldly, "You don't have a choice now. Take me to the Demon Tomb."
"Okay." Wen Renheng lowered his eyes and said obediently.
He was injured and blood was dripping from his waist. Once he got close to the demons and others, they would definitely notice something unusual about him.
At that time, he would take the opportunity to attack her, and then call on the demons to tie her up as a bargaining chip to threaten the human race.
Her status is not low.
Just as he was thinking this, someone suddenly pinched his cheeks hard, with such force that his teeth almost broke.
“Mmm…Mmm…”
His pupils suddenly dilated, and he saw the girl pouring a lot of black poison into his mouth. The poison tasted bitter.
He nearly choked.
After Yun Zheng poured the poison, she covered his mouth with her hand, making it impossible for him to vomit.
“Cough cough… cough…”
After a few seconds, coughing sounds continued to be heard. Wen Renheng leaned over and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything and choked himself instead.
"You demons definitely don't have the antidote for this poison, so don't even think about attacking me by surprise." Yun Zheng said as he calmly pulled out the dagger from his waist.
"ah!"
Wen Renheng's facial features were distorted with pain. He hunched over and covered the wound on his waist with one hand.
"Although I'm not very strong, I can still drag you down with me."
A cold voice came into Wen Renheng's ears, making his hair stand on end.
At this moment, Wen Renheng was in pain and regret. If he had known that he would end up like this, he would not have jumped onto the ring to challenge this strange girl.
Stabbing people with knives and even stuffing them with poison at the slightest disagreement, are all humans so cruel these days?!
In the end, Wen Renheng agreed to take Yun Zheng to the Demon Tomb.
Now his life is in Yun Zheng's hands, he has no choice but to obey, and he has to protect her everywhere.
"This is the Breathing Pill of our demon race. It can cover up the original aura and then transform it into the aura of other races." Wen Renheng took out a gray pill and handed it to Yun Zheng.
Afraid that she wouldn't believe him, he was about to explain when she swallowed the pill without hesitation.
Wen Renheng stared at Yun Zheng with an even more subtle expression. She had always been smart and cautious, so why did she swallow the Xi Wan pill without even checking it out?!
Is she arrogant, or does she trust him?
If Yun Zheng knew what he was thinking, she would probably reply: I am an alchemist.
The demons in the demon clan's rear camp were concentrating on worshiping in the north direction.
Wen Renheng summoned two magical beasts, and each of them rode one of them.
"Warcraft has a very fierce temper, you..."
Before he could finish, the girl in red in front of him had already jumped onto the back of the monster and sat steadily on it. The monster even tilted its head and leaned towards Yun Zheng's palm, snuggling up to him affectionately.
Yun Zheng glanced at him and said, "Hurry up."
Wen Renheng: “…”
The Demon Tomb was very close to this place, and the two of them arrived in less than half an hour riding on the demon beast.
What comes into view is an ancient and time-honored palace, surrounded by purple-black demonic energy. The building is dark in color and quite dilapidated, giving people a sense of solemnity and a faint sense of evil.
Above the palace, there is a drum bell floating. It is completely black, with long and thin carvings on its surface, shaped like musical notes, and carries a strong sense of oppression.
"Master, this drum bell is one of the nine ancient artifacts - the Sky-supporting Bell!" The excited voice of the dwarf old man sounded from her sea of consciousness.
The Sky Bell?!
Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the Qingtian Bell for a few seconds.
The old dwarf's excitement suddenly faded. He murmured, "The Sky-lifting Bell has fallen into the hands of the demons, and its spirit seems to have fallen into a deep sleep."
The spirit of the artifact has fallen into a deep sleep, proving that the body of the artifact is severely damaged.
"Master, can you accept the Sky-lifting Bell?" the old dwarf said weakly.
"This Sky-lifting Bell is an object worshipped by the demons, and its current owner should be the Demon Emperor. With my current strength, I think the success rate of obtaining it is only 10% to 20%." Yun Zheng said.
"Master, it's too dangerous, forget it." The little old dwarf was stunned for a while, then shook his head. He couldn't put his master in danger.
Yun Zheng looked at the Qingtian Bell twice again, then shifted her gaze to the group of young noble demons. At this moment, they were kneeling devoutly on the ground, their foreheads touching the ground, and their hands supporting the ground.
What they just said was about increasing magic power?
How to improve?
She narrowed her eyes slightly, a strange red flashing in them, and saw a thick black aura gathering on the ground where their foreheads touched.
The black air was continuously flowing into their bodies from their foreheads.
Yun Zheng's pupils shrank slightly. How come this black energy carries a breath of soul?!
Before she had time to think deeply, her sea of consciousness was shaken again by a mysterious force, and the mural of the beauty appeared in her mind even more clearly.
"What’s wrong with you."
Wen Renheng turned his head and saw that Yun Zheng's face looked strange. He thought that she was disturbed by the strong demonic energy here, so he called her.
Yun Zheng closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned her head to meet Wen Renheng's gaze and asked him through voice transmission, "How long will this form of worship last?"
Wenren Heng's eyes flickered slightly. What on earth did she want to do by asking this?
He still replied obediently: "It's still early. We still have to go into the Demonic Tomb to receive the Demonic Energy Infusion later."
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