The pear tree on the wall is snowy and delicate

Chapter 485 Words Turn to Fragrance

The flames, like dragons and snakes, hissed and coiled towards Bo Yan.

Unexpectedly, even after kicking the boy away, the spells didn't stop. Bo Yan frowned and threw away the halberd without hesitation.

The halberd, engulfed in flames, crashed to the ground like a falling star, creating a large crater. The flames on the halberd's handle flickered several times before finally leaving only wisps of sparks and straight plumes of smoke.

What immense strength! What incredible power!
Bo Yan landed lightly and reached out to draw his halberd. At that moment, Long Qi, who had been kicked to the ground, grinned and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he got up.

This is dragon energy unleashed using his own fire magic combined with the power of the sword itself; how could it be extinguished so easily?

Just as Bo Yan was about to touch the long handle, a spark suddenly burst from the sparks on the handle, and then two fire dragons roared out and pounced on him.

Caught off guard, Bo Yan hastily retreated, but the suddenness of the attack resulted in his forearm being burned by the flames.

The flames, like a hungry beast, quickly devoured Bo Yan's armor, climbing up his arms and shoulders, and in no time covered his entire body.

Bo Yan's entire body was engulfed in flames, turning him into a human torch, yet he stood motionless, as if he were not the one being burned, but merely a bystander.

A cold snort came from within the fireball: "That's it?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bo Yan let out a loud shout, and the fireballs covering his entire body scattered and burst out, extinguishing the flames on his body instantly without leaving a single spark.

His clothes were burned to shreds, but his exposed skin remained intact. Even though Bo Yan was dressed in rags, his murderous aura was not diminished in the slightest.

Having been tempered by the blood of countless demons, Bo Yan was indestructible. How could mere mortal fire harm him?
Bo Yan's halberd was forged from the spines of those suffering demons, tempered and refined through countless hammer blows, gathering resentment and becoming indestructible.

All of this was part of the former Demon Lord's plan. He was willing to sacrifice even his own son to regain control of the mortal realm.

That twisted suffering forged Bo Yan's twisted mind, and now that twisted mind is erupting.

Bo Yan flashed and instantly appeared in front of Long Qi. He used both fists and feet, and every move hit hard. Under the barrage of blows, Long Qi had no power to defend himself. Even with the Xuanjia armor protecting him, he was still beaten until he was spitting blood.

This one-sided beating left Adao, watching from afar, extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. If he were to force his way out, he would only be a hindrance.

After half a cup of tea, Bo Yan finally stopped. Long Qi slumped to the ground, having lost all support and even the strength to fall.

Long Qi's head was bowed, blood dripping from his mouth and neck, soaking through his clothes.

He felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered, and every rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by intense pain, forcing him to remain conscious despite his dizzy vision, and he could even clearly hear the Demon Lord's breathing.

I'm afraid his time is up...

Bo Yan, standing to the side, looked down at Long Qi as if he were an ant, his expression unreadable. Then he looked at Ling Xiang in the distance, a mocking smile on his lips.

"It's all because of you that I lost Tu Mi. You should all taste the bitterness of losing a beloved." Bo Yan said, stepping on Long Qi's shoulder: "Tell me, should I choose you or that girl?"

Long Qi groaned in pain, but upon hearing Bo Yan's words, his somewhat scattered consciousness instantly became clear again.

Could it be that he's going to harm Lingxiang?

The Demon Lord seemed to be struggling to make a decision, or perhaps he was just pretending to be in a dilemma. He pondered for a long time, rubbing his chin, but the smile on his lips didn't fade at all.

"How about I choose you?" Bo Yan leaned down and whispered sinisterly in Long Qi's ear.

Long Qi breathed a sigh of relief: It's better for him to die than for Ling Xiang to die, as long as Ling Xiang can live a good life...

As long as Lingxiang can live a good life...

Long Qi relaxed his entire body, awaiting death, but unexpectedly, after the Demon Lord lifted his foot, he turned and left him. Sensing the Demon Lord's departure, Long Qi suddenly realized that the "choice" the Demon Lord spoke of meant choosing the one left behind by ultimate suffering!

He's going to kill Lingxiang!

Long Qi's breath, which had been sinking, suddenly rose again. He tried to lift his head with difficulty, but was met with a piercing pain in the back of his head. In the end, he could only try to move his eyelids, but he only managed to see the Demon Lord's footsteps as he left.

Bo Yan spoke casually, step by step, yet his words were as clear and distinct as drumbeats, each step striking heavily into Long Qi's heart.

Long Qi wasn't the only one anxious; Chi Yanzi and Lu Ying were also worried. However, the Rust Ghost and the Yin Demon relentlessly pursued them, and although the two wanted to help, they were too busy to do so.

Seeing the Demon Lord strolling towards him, Adao trembled with fear, but he still resolutely stepped forward to block Bo Yan, his small body holding Hongwu high, his stubborn face showing a look of fearlessness in the face of death.

But Bo Yan walked straight past A Dao as if he hadn't seen him at all.

The Demon Lord's domineering aura made Adao tremble like a leaf, but after the Demon Lord had passed by, he still mustered up the courage to turn around.

"Stop! Don't come near my master!"

But the Demon Lord did not stop and completely ignored Adao.

Ado's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and stray hairs clung to his face. He swallowed hard, tightened his trembling hands, made up his mind, and leaped towards the Demon Lord with the weapon in hand.

"Ah!~"

Ado shouted loudly, as if only this could bring him courage; his childish voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

But the Demon Lord only paused slightly, and before Adao could get close, he launched a spinning sweeping kick at him.

The shout abruptly stopped, and Ado flew straight out like an empty puppet. Just as he was about to land, a figure flashed out and caught him steadily.

It is a gravel.

When Bo Yan knocked Yin Xu Palace away, Zhan Li had already approached and hidden in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and catch him off guard.

But after observing for a long time, I realized that my idea was too naive.

The Demon Lord's power was terrifyingly strong. The two were of vastly different strengths and had no chance at all. To make a rash move would only be to throw one's life away.

However, given Ado's condition, Zhanli had no choice but to appear and save him.

As soon as Zhan Li landed, he quickly checked A Dao's injuries.

Ado's face was flushed, his mouth was wide open, and he could only make intermittent "hiccup" sounds, but he couldn't seem to get any air in...

It felt like my throat was being tightly choked.

Zhanli immediately helped Adao sit down and patted him on the back. Only then could Adao catch his breath. His pale face turned red and he coughed continuously until he coughed up a mouthful of blood before stopping.

He appears to have suffered severe internal injuries.

Before Adao could catch his breath, he urged Zhanli to save Lingxiang. Zhanli was naturally eager to do so, but just as he was about to get up, he met Lingxiang's eyes.

Zhan Li was astonished.

Master means...

Is it telling him not to act rashly?