I really didn't expect to make the heroines fall in love with me.

She must kill this black flood dragon.

(Because of the special nature of [Red Dust], and because I still have a hand left, people outside can still say it... But this dragon monster must have remembered my characteristics, if I don't kill it, my mortal Identity is no longer a secret...)

It would be fine if the Yaozu had no plans for their mortal body, but judging from the current situation, it is obvious that this is impossible.

And once he is targeted, his mortal incarnation will be in a very dangerous situation.

Unless one completely abandons the identity of the "six-door gold medal unicorn"... But the consequences of this choice are also difficult to bear, and indelible cracks will appear in the mortal phase, and even affect the other two phases.

Miss Qilin, who had made up her mind, squinted her eyes, and gradually drifted towards the pale space crack in the blue space.

Her eyes looked at the Jiao Yao who wanted to chase but was hesitant due to confusion.

(It's almost... In its current state, it can't resist the mortal hell seed I planted when I deliberately confused its mind with words.)

(It’s just that I didn’t expect that the [mortal world] bait sent by the monster clan could make my mortal body almost perfect... If it was before, I wouldn’t be able to condense the method of hell...)

(However, according to the description of one qi transforming into three pure condensing mortal bodies, I will be backlashed by the world of mortals because of this... I can't control that much!)

The pupils under Miss Qilin's mask no longer have any emotional color.

"The world of mortals is like a prison, and all living beings are prisoners..."

A cold voice spread.

Section 437#第一卷# Chapter 3 Slaying the Dragon ([-]k)

Above the royal city, the Nascent Soul battlefield.

Ye Ya recovered from a sense of dizziness, and the picture in his eyes gradually changed from blurred to clear, but he was taken aback for a moment.

"F, what happened?"

His voice trembled slightly.

"I don't know."

The one who answered him was Xuan Ming who woke up before him beside him.

The Shamat Jinzhang lowered his voice: "...I feel that it was just a stupid effort, and the scene in front of me has become what it is today."

Like them, the monks around woke up one by one, and then looked at the picture in front of them in a daze, a chill shot from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads.

In their eyes, it was a strange scene full of demon corpses.

The demon corpses that had died before withered for some reason, but in their memory, all the demon clans that were alive for a second in this area all died at this moment for unknown reasons.

The cause of death was the same, all of them were cracked between the eyebrows and life was cut off.

sacrifice?

Ye Ya, who was the head of the intelligence department, quickly remembered what such a strange phenomenon generally represented.

But he glanced around, but found nothing wrong.

"Qilin, do you have any clues?"

Ye Ya looked at the figure who was one step behind him at some point.

The figure in the scale pattern mask shook his head silently.

Night Crow thought for a while.

"In short, let's check to see if there is any problem... I will tell my colleagues around me about my previous guess. The monster clan must have some kind of plan to gather us together."

Maybe even done?

Night Crow was not very clear, because he really didn't feel any problem.

…………

"Who the hell are you! Why did you appear here!?"

The black flood dragon still in the scarlet space roared furiously, a bit of dragon might faintly appeared in his voice, and there was a ghostly shadow of a flood dragon looming on his body, as if it could reveal its true form as a monster flood dragon at any time.

It seems that only in this way can it give it enough sense of security.

But the figure in its eyes ignored it.

The figure in the white robe seems to be one with the heaven and the earth, without causing any waves.

For some reason, the only thing left in Hei Jiao's eyes was this figure that made his heart tremble, and he couldn't see anything else.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"What's your purpose?"

"Could it be...you want to stop me from waiting for the Yaozu to achieve greatness?!"

Perhaps increasing the volume really had some effect, the voice of the black flood dragon gradually returned to normal from the trembling, as if the previous panic had faded away, courage returned to his heart, and his tone began to become questioning.

Its body was approaching the first space crack unknowingly, and the formation that was no longer useful was withdrawn.

However, at this moment, the other party finally responded.

The echoing sound of the piano stopped and was replaced by a sneer.

"Great career?"

The figure in the white robe didn't turn around, but changed his posture holding the fishing rod slightly, and made a movement of reeling in the rod, but he didn't go any further, still letting the fishing line rippling in the void.

His voice is indifferent:

"When... a doomed failure can be called a great cause?"

Hei Jiao, who was only half a step away from crossing the crack to reach the blue space, suddenly stopped.

Obviously the other party's words were plain, but it sounded like thunder to its ears.

"Doomed...to fail?"

The Black Flood Dragon felt a storm in his head, making it whisper to himself subconsciously.

(He knows what our demon clan wants to do? He knows the plan of the demon lord? He really came to destroy the plan of the demon lord?)

(No, impossible... If there really is such an existence that wants to oppose the Demon Lord, how could the Demon Lord not know? How could it be possible not to make arrangements? This is the acquiescence of the awakened one in the Demon Spirit Realm...)

(No... no, is the Demon Lord really unprepared?)

Hei Jiao suddenly remembered the doubts he had been holding from the very beginning.

Why do you have to set up another formation when dealing with a mere Nascent Soul in the early stage?

Do you even want to suppress it yourself, the God of Transformation?

Did the Demon Lord know from the very beginning that there might be accidents?

That's why I made myself have to complete the last step of the task at the first time... because if I was late, I would fail under the intervention of that person?

dong dong dong.

Hei Jiao's heartbeat accelerated crazily, beating like a drum.

For the so-called "doomed failure" that the other party said, it instinctively wanted to deny it, but inexplicably had the idea of ​​believing it in its heart.

Can the demon master really succeed?

If he could succeed in ascending to the immortal like that, why would the former emperor of the Immortal Kingdom, who was far more powerful and terrifying than the demon lord, give up?Will suddenly disappear?

No, I can't think about it anymore...

Hei Jiao realized that something was wrong with his state of mind, as if he would fall into the abyss if he wavered for a moment.

It forcibly restrained its thoughts, its demon blood boiled, and the madness it squeezed made it crash into the space crack and enter the blue space.

"The demon lord will ascend to the position of the demon fairy... There is no mistake, the demon master will definitely ascend to the position of the demon fairy... At that time, under the whole world, could it be the demon land..."

As if hypnotizing himself, the body of the black flood dragon became more and more illusory, his demonic appearance became clearer and clearer, and the frenzied color in the scarlet vertical pupils became more and more obvious.

But at this moment, the white-robed figure in the pale space shook the fishing rod, and there was a sudden thunder.

boom!

"Climb to the Demon Immortal? Hahahaha." The mocking laughter echoed in the space... During the burst of laughter, the temperament of the white-robed figure quietly changed.

His hand was off the rod, but the rod remained still in place.

Then, he slowly stood up from the void, his white robe fluttering.

The detached attitude of the last moment does not exist, but it seems to have become a common emperor who looks down on the world.

"It's ridiculously ignorant..."

"Let's not forget that this method can only make you a false immortal at best... Heh, what's the harm in letting you become a real immortal?"

"Xian, it's not that I haven't killed before."

The figure in the white robe turned around abruptly.

A blank mask appeared in Hei Jiao's eyes.

But the eyes under that mask are like gods and demons!

At this moment, an infinite illusion seemed to appear in its mind.

It saw millions of monster races, turning into fly ash between the fingers of the white-robed figure.

It saw the entire demon land, disintegrating with the sigh of the white-robed figure, turning into barren land.

It saw the demon master being beheaded, and showed the original shape of the roc, but was plucked by the white-robed figure and bled, and thrown into a cauldron... and was tied aside without any resistance, as a subordinate. Ingredients that go into the pot blindly.

The figure in white robe sharpened his knife and walked over...

…………

Miss Qilin's eyes were exhausted, but there was a hint of joy.

The most difficult step has been completed.

She did not know when she had entered the pale space, and stood beside a certain demon son who had "killed a true immortal".

But the black flood dragon in the cyan space looked at her side dully as if it couldn't see her real mission target, trembling as if struggling in fear.

She glanced at someone next to her with a slightly weird look.

To be honest, this guy's acting skills are beyond her imagination.

I knew that the devil's son was good at acting, but I didn't expect to be so good at acting.

For a moment, even I felt that the other party was a legendary power who could slay immortals and gods.

Because of this, the effect of her first use of the Red Dust Prison Seed was exceptionally good.

On the other side, Luo Wusheng was particularly keenly aware of Miss Qilin's gaze, and he still maintained his posture, but his face under the mask twitched.

It's so embarrassing!

If it's just me, it's okay to pretend like this. Even someone like Luo might be complacent because he scared Huashen into a fool, and his heart is happy.

But Miss Qilin who knows the truth is by her side, and the other party is the real main force in this fight against the black dragon...

Luo Wusheng thought of the lines and actions he had just devised, and remembered how he laughed out loud with disdain... I really wanted to die.

But he still had to continue to suppress his shame of wanting to roll all over the ground, looking down at the black dragon that was separated by a space, and kept telling himself: This is an ant, and everything in the world is an ant to me... Ah, full of ants. Is it the world of ants or is it ruined...

Well it's coming to an end soon.

After the end, I used Jielei to completely paralyze my facial nerves, and I became facial paralyzed for a period of time.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others are embarrassed!

At this time, Miss Qilin, who seemed to be quite weak, took a light breath.

Luo Wusheng knew that he was finally going to make a move.

"Please, Ancestral Emperor strikes a sword!"

Miss Qilin's voice is very soft, but there is a mysterious connection in the dark, which is tense in these words.

In the space filled with blue light, a precious jade left behind at an unknown time suddenly shattered.

A ray of light shines in front of the black flood dragon.

An illusory figure stepped out of the light.