In a place where the Demon Lord class system is extremely strong, those in power will never allow any provocation. Compared with other generations of Demon Lords, his personality is considered gentle. No matter how good his temper is, he can't withstand being bombarded by a group of people.
"They are so bold." Bu Jianjun, who was scabbarded, spoke.
Ye Qiao's tone was slightly more exaggerated than his, "Yes, you actually dared to challenge the great Demon Lord."
A man and a sword spirit came to watch the fun and were crazy about fanning the flames.
The words of the two undoubtedly added fuel to his already angry heart. Mu Li could see that Ye Qiao was deliberately provoking him, but even though he saw through it, he still couldn't suppress his anger.
He tried to avoid the thunderbolt, but within a few seconds countless demons came to attack him. How could he save the face of the first generation of demon king?
Ye Qiao cheered in his spiritual consciousness: "Go ahead, Xiao Ai! Let them see the power of the First Generation Demon Lord when using Bu Jian Jun!"
Mu Li was almost deafened by the shouting. He gritted his teeth and said, "...you little bastard. It's a good thing you were not born in our generation, or else you would be beaten to death with your personality."
Thousands of fucking years have passed, how come such a weirdo appeared among the monks of the Cangsheng Dao?
Mu Li stretched out his hand and clenched it, and a terrifying aura spread silently. Bu Jianjun no longer disgusted him, and the tacit understanding between the two of them for a hundred years could not disappear overnight.
He opened his hands, and Bu Jianjun, who was originally firmly held in the hands of the left protector, suddenly flew into his hands.
Mu Li held the spirit sword firmly in his hand, and the dark lines lighted up slightly as he held it. He took a deep breath and felt a long-lost sense of joy of being alive.
To achieve unity of mind and communication between man and sword, no one is more suitable than the Demon Lord. He is the first sword master of Bu Jianjun.
The pitch-black stick that was originally tightly held in his hand suddenly slipped out of his hand at this moment. The left protector turned his head and opened his eyes wide, and saw the black stick fly straight into "Ye Qiao's" hand.
He didn't even understand what was going on. His hand seemed to still retain the cold touch of when he had just held Bu Jianjun. The spirit sword reacted too quickly at that moment and he couldn't catch it in the first place. The left protector stared at the scene in front of him.
Bu Jianjun suddenly stuck to Ye Qiao's side, and the moment the girl got the stick, he swung his hand violently, and it disappeared like thick ink stars. The spiritual weapons that were originally in bud and were similar to magic staffs all opened at this moment, and a huge magic circle was derived from it. As the spiritual energy was absorbed by the formation, the range continued to expand.
etc.
He opened his eyes slightly.
The petals in the staff form were actually fully open.
He is one of the few demons who has achieved a breakthrough without relying on stealing the cultivation of others. He is considered to be a leader in terms of talent among the demons.
The fully open state is almost rare and basically impossible.
He was quite surprised by the terrifyingly precise control. He raised his eyes suddenly and met the gaze of "Ye Qiao", his heart trembling slightly.
If Ye Qiao gave people the impression of being harmless and peaceful at the beginning, then at this moment it seemed as if a drastic change had taken place.
Ye Qiao's control over Bu Jianjun was clearly not as good as theirs, but the moment he got the sword, the girl's aura frightened him so much that his legs went weak for a moment.
For a moment, there were all kinds of emotions in the left protector's eyes, most of which was shock.
How could Ye Qiao snatch Bu Jianjun from him? He was in the Spiritual Transformation Stage.
"How dare you? You're just a Yuanying stage cultivator, are you worthy enough to..." The left protector suppressed his inexplicable fear, his expression grim. Before he could finish his words, Mu Li slapped him into the ground with a slap.
Mu Liyin smiled sadly, "Are you saying I'm unworthy?"
The left protector opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the next second he flew backwards again and hit the ground. His ribs were broken and his chest was stepped on hard, causing it to collapse. He spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment. A dignified god was beaten so badly in just three moves that he couldn't find his way home.
The physical condition of a person in the Spirit Transformation Stage was good, and he recovered in just a moment. What was unbelievable to him was that he couldn't even catch the movement of a Nascent Soul Stage.
Ye Qiao, who was lying in the spiritual consciousness, rolled over with laughter when he saw this dog-eat-dog scene.
She had created such a deep hatred for herself just for this moment.
The Demon Lord's orders are irreversible and cannot be challenged in the slightest. If he wants to escape unscathed, he has to use Mu Li's power to intimidate others and prevent them from taking action rashly.
This is why Ye Qiao told Mu Li from the beginning that he could have sex once.
She lay in her spiritual consciousness, quietly watching the Demon Lord in front of her showing off, wanting to see how he used the Unseeing Lord.
No matter how weak the Demon Lord is, he is still the first generation Demon Lord. Moreover, if Bu Jianjun can perform to such an extent in Meng Liu's hands, then he will be even more powerful in the hands of the Demon Lord.
In other words, as soon as he came out, he was beaten up by his descendants.
Come on, fight more fiercely. She likes to see the dark scenes of people punching their own people hard.
Bu Jianjun passed through a group of demons and fell into Ye Qiao's hands. The pressure emitted by the sword wind was so great that some demons with weaker endurance knelt directly on the ground, while those with stronger strength began to look around, as if they smelled a familiar breath.
Meng Liu suddenly saw Bu Jianjun flying past countless people and into Ye Qiao's hands. The girl shook it gently, looking quite skilled, and magic circles emerged from the staff one after another. It was actually quite impressive when he used it before, but it was nothing compared to the scene in front of him.
The left protector was also frightened and tried to get up tremblingly. The sound in his ears made his face pale.
Mu Li was very angry, and the terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire chaotic scene.
He smiled grimly, "You all want to die?"
The black sword spirit was pulled over suddenly. He felt disgusted, but the tacit understanding of a hundred years was hard to erase. After realizing that it was Ye Qiao's intention, he could only accept it with a pinch of his nose.
The black sword spirit closed its eyes, and the shadow of the sword spirit turned into a virtual shadow and merged into the sword.
The state of two becoming one.
"If it's not suitable, it's not suitable." Meng Liu was sure that his vision was correct. He had a special physique, similar to the natural sword bones of the righteous. He could basically use all sword-like magic weapons easily and would never be rejected. Based on this, he could conclude that the Way of the Common People and the Way of Slaughter would definitely not be compatible.
What's the state of unity between man and sword in front of me?
Meng Liu also noticed the petals on the staff, which seemed to have five petals.
This sword spirit is undoubtedly powerful, but a person with average cultivation can only use it once. If he uses it again, he will probably have to sacrifice himself. It will take a lot of time to open to three petals. When it is in Ye Qiao's hand...
All five petals are fully open.
He opened his mouth slightly, Ye Qiao, are you so strong?
"Ye Qiao?" Meng Liu asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?" She looked strange. Even her aura had changed.
It looks scary.
To be honest, he still respected the Demon Lord, or rather, in a demon clan with serious class discrimination, no one would not respect the superior.
Not only was he aware of this problem, but others were also looking at Ye Qiao in fear and trepidation, not daring to breathe.
This aura looks like it no matter how you look at it.
...The Demon Lord has arrived.
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