My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

Jiang Qingyu laughed out of anger: "You still know that he is disappointed in you?"

Li Hyun said nothing and looked away in embarrassment.

"If you don't say anything, then get out." He looked cowardly.

With a yandere and crazy persona and a good job of being a coward, Jiang Qing snorted coldly: "If you still have a conscience, don't cause more trouble at this juncture.

Your sister's death has nothing to do with Master or Wuya Sword Sect. The person you want to take revenge on has already been killed by revenge. If you want to take revenge on the whole world because of a twisted heart, I advise you to give up.

Because, this world is covered by God! "

After saying that, he raised his hand and used his spiritual power to sweep the person out.

Li Xun, who lost his cultivation, began to age visibly to the naked eye, but in an instant, he became an old man.

Qingming's eyes gradually turned yellow, his face and hands were full of wrinkles, his skin was loose, and his flesh and blood had lost its youthful color, like a layer of dry skin wrapping around the bones.

He raised his only remaining hand and tremblingly carefully caught the red light slowly drifting toward him. When the red light dissipated, he could see clearly.

This time, muddy tears burst into my eyes.

The small red crystal stone, which was broken into two halves by the demon god's breach of contract, was held together by a milky white spiritual power, as if it had never been split.

Li Hyun's cracked and purple lips opened and closed, and his voice was hoarse, "Sister, I was wrong..."

In the miasma, an old man with gray hair knelt on the ground like a child, crying silently to the point of heart-wrenching roars.

Finally, everything calmed down.

Lee Hyun is dead.

Hearing that the crying was getting weaker but not far away, Jiang Qingyu felt a little confused for a moment.

When she abolished Li Xun's cultivation, she knew that he could not survive for half an hour in this miasmatic forest, so she threw him in front of a teleportation array. As long as he wanted, he could survive.

The road to life was given by Jiang Qingyu out of respect for her master Wu Lingjun, and the road to death was paved for Li Xun with her own hands.

How to choose depends entirely on him.

The results are obvious.

However, a dead person's confession can't change anything, Jiang Qingyu thought with regret.

His thoughts focused on the seal again. The Demon God's seal was basically shattered into pieces. It was difficult to repair it with one or two drops of blood as before.

If this cave were not supported by powerful divine power, it would have become a ruin.

With the Demon God's current strength, even if Jiang Qingyu drained her blood, she still couldn't put the seal back together, so she decided to follow the old path of the previous Moon Palace masters and sacrifice her body.

Although the battle in the world of cultivation is fierce now, and many cities have been captured by the demons, there are also many cities that have successfully resisted the demonic tide. Without the demon generals and the two guardians, the demons would be nothing but scattered sand.

The method of dividing the battle situation is very good, which greatly helps the monks reduce the pressure of the battle and leaves more people with a glimmer of hope.

But all of this is based on the premise that the Demon God does not enter the battlefield. Therefore, Jiang's main purpose from the beginning was not to follow Bai Xun and the others to defend the city, but to steal the house quietly while Master Wu Lingjun and the others were restraining the Demon God. .

……

Wuya Sword Sect, the Demon God frowned and stared at the three people who suddenly started to attack him crazily. He had a bad feeling in his heart, but seeing the tiny ants resisting in his hands, he felt from the bottom of his heart that the Gods were inferior to the Demons.

But why does He prefer the Gods?
They are also a race created together. Gods can live high above the colorful clouds, while demons can only live in the dark world with a blood moon in the sky.

The barren Demonic Land yearns for the rich Divine Land. Why should their people have something better?

The imbalance in my heart has been gradually deepening with the development of the God Clan, and is on the verge of a critical point. Until a new race came, they called themselves humans.

Just like the race He deliberately created for God to absorb power and grow, humans began to believe in the Gods as soon as they were born, and the Gods also had the most loyal believers.

But the demons still had nothing.

The Demon God chuckled, spread out his hands, bathed in the sunshine and the fear of the human race, with an expression of enjoyment, and looked up to the endless sky with a provocative face, as if he was looking at Him.

Did you see it?
The gods are nothing more than this. Even if you don’t love the demons, I will lead my people to kill through this land.

"You underestimated the enemy."

Just when the demon was satisfied, Wu Lingjun transformed from his beast form back to his human form, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled mockingly.

The ominous premonition amplified in the bottom of my heart, and the demon showed no signs of it at all. He began to repeatedly explore the surrounding environment to see if the gods were hiding any tricks.

But no doubt was found, and he sneered softly: "The empty city strategy? I admit that the human race has some cleverness. You gods have been wandering in the human world for thousands of years, and you seem to have learned a few things, but it is not enough!"

A streak of demonic energy struck Wu Lingjun's heart and knocked him to the ground.

Wu Lingjun, whose green clothes were basically stained red, vomited blood wildly, his internal organs were broken into pieces, and was spit out mixed with blood.

God's self-healing ability is strong, but he is not immune to pain. His voice was stuck in his throat when he spoke, and veins popped up on his forehead, the back of his hands and arms.

The Demon God spoke passionately: "In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery are in vain! Your struggles are extremely ridiculous in my eyes!"

"I will lead the demons to conquer every corner of this world!"

It seemed like he was speaking to Wu Lingjun and the other gods, and it also seemed like he was provoking him. Every word was extremely arrogant!
"Really? But don't you feel something weird?"

Yue Li landed lightly on the ground, her voice was calm, and there was a flash of white in her eyes.

“He has never favored any realm.”

The environment of the Demon Clan is not as beautiful as that of the God Clan, but it is the most suitable for them. The Demon Clan's physique and strength are even more outstanding than that of the God Clan, and their ability to reproduce is powerful.

The number of gods is small. Although the kingdom of gods above the colorful clouds is beautiful, it is empty and devoid of human touch. Moreover, their birth is accompanied by responsibilities and missions.

He has always been fair and never favored anyone between the two races, with one side having more than the other.

The two worlds of gods and demons maintain a balance. It is precisely because of His fairness that the strength between the two can be maintained at the same level.

The Demon God was wrong in one thing. The human race was not created by him, but was born in accordance with the times.

Thousands of years ago, the emergence of human race intensified conflicts.

After tens of millions of years, the human race will finally end all this.

Before the demon sealed it, Jiang Qingyu felt calm.

Jinglan made a stroke on her palm, and blood flowed to the seal. She slowly closed her eyes, with a peaceful smile on her lips.

"Farewell, this world."

Green flames soared into the sky, swallowing up the girl's figure and burning the entire miasma forest.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger...

The people of Hongfeng Town looked at this vision. The old man stroked his beard, his cloudy eyes became clear, and murmured to himself: "The outside world... has changed..."

(End of this chapter)