The hot devil's taming concubine: the supreme magician

"Welcome to the Holy Lord, and welcome to the second prince!"

The uniform voice resounded on the entire city wall---although it was not so imposing, but it was not so desperate---

Ziyangsong, who was wearing a silver shirt, and Ping Lingduo, who was wearing a golden shirt, fought side by side, and looked under the city wall----

I don't feel a wry smile!

This way, is it really going to bloodbath the elves?

Looking from a distance, black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it----

In the black crowd, in the front row, the man with flying purple hair is standing proudly on top of the black eagle soaring in mid-air, and the aura of the king spreads wantonly around ---

The man's purple eyes were filled with endless bloodthirsty light, and the coldness on his face was extremely cold---

When the black eagle flies fast, a gust of wind blows past, and the man sitting on it is even more arrogant. The jet-black armor is black with a little silver light --- let the guards on the city wall The soldiers of the city feel their doom is approaching -----

"It's too crazy! Wait for me to challenge him!" With a cold shout!

The second elf prince whose face is exactly the same as Ziyang Song, is now flying up into the air with his Eagle Spear, intending to go down and fight the mighty man above the Black Eagle——

"Don't act rashly!"

Ziyang Song waved his hand violently, and pushed his younger brother far away in an instant with a halo, and then he slowly floated into the air------

"He's here to look for me, you step back, I'll come!"

Coldly leaving such a sentence, the man floated down the city wall like the wind---

"Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord, be careful!"

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A series of anxious voices did not at all arouse Ziyang Song to turn his head——

Slowly falling in front of the black eagle---

Sorrowful, distant, sharp hawk cries startled the sky and suppressed the clouds --- a series of voices were echoing --

"You finally came!"

With his body floating, the expression on Ziyangsong's face was not the slightest bit disturbed, it was still the usual calm——

"Humph!"

Above the black eagle, the man's hook-like gaze swept over, and the bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of his mouth extended farther and farther---

"It's still too late to let you enjoy yourself for too long!"

Full of idleness, he turned his eyes slightly to the side, and then the man turned his face to Ziyang Song---

The man in front of him is the man he has always wanted to teach a lesson---

The video from four years ago created Dongfang Yexiu today---

Is it good or bad?

neither knows!

I only know that at this time he needs to kill this man --- no, don't kill him, let him watch the disappearance of his care and worry ---

"The Holy Master would like to thank the Demon King!"

After handcuffing, Zi Yangsong had a humble face, compared to such a demon king who gallops across the entire magical continent, he seemed so kind and gentle——

The smiles in the corners of the eyes slowly extended to the deepest part --- in today's battle, will the Phoenix King and the Demon King really separate?

If so, he would rather ---

"Go ahead!"

Wei Wei stretched out her hand and looked at the man in front of her. The smile on the corner of the mouth of this banished fairy-like lord still didn't dissipate——

"Kill you? Heh! Not interested!"

With a look of disdain on his face, Dongfang Yexiu's cold and serious breath seeped out of his body------