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Chapter two hundred and eighty sixth, fulfilling the promise

At the last critical moment, Allah finally chose to live, with a fearful expression on his face. Although he was a soul, he couldn't help swallowing the saliva that did not exist. A biting chill came from his back. I don't know if it was caused by the cold wind blowing in from the wall behind him, or the fear that stretched out from the depths of his soul at this moment. In short, it was not easy.

At that moment, he was only half an inch away from death. If he spoke a little later, or if Wei Yuan raised his hand a while, he might have completely died.

Wei Yuan's expression still did not change much, "What?

Be smarter?"

Although Allah was extremely unwilling to accept it, the nature of the demon clan puts himself first. If he was about to die, he would still care about the great cause of occupying the world and take his grandmother's leg.

After taking a deep breath and calming his mind, Allah spoke expressionlessly, "I know much more than the Blood River Minghu. Can I change my life?"

"Are you talking to me about the conditions?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and Liu Anzhi, who was beside him, cooperated very much and raised his hand to admire his slender fingers as thin as a woman.

The moment when Liu Anzhi raised his hand, Allah couldn't help but twitched in fear, but he continued with a firm look on his face, "I know I don't have the qualifications, but I am different from the Blood River and the Black Tiger. I know the methods and characteristics of the major demon kings in the Demon Realm. If you keep me by your side, it will definitely be of great use to you."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan immediately laughed. This demon clan is worthy of being a demon clan. No one can stand out in his decisiveness in betraying his compatriots, and there is no trace of apology or regret in his eyes.

"Then you tell me, there is something that the Blood River Minghu doesn't know. If I am interested, maybe when I am happy, I will keep you like a dog. I don't think it will take a few bones."

Wei Yuan chuckled and spoke.

Allah did not show even a trace of anger this time. He knew very well that at the moment when he chose his life, he was already inferior to a dog. If Wei Yuan could really raise him as a dog, it would be much more perfect than the ending he could imagine.

Thinking of this, Allah never concealed anything else. He told all the layouts he knew about the demon world like a bamboo tube.

It turns out that the methods of the Demon World are not only to let them come to the world as pioneer spies, but also have begun to assemble a large army, preparing to make a large attack five years after they entered the mortal world. This is the fourth year that Allah and the others have entered the mortal world. In other words, even if they kill Allah and the Blood River Tiger, the army of the Demon World will be in a big way in a year.

After learning the news, Wei Yuan's face was a little gloomy. A year was really hasty. In the year after his rebirth, he had only entered the realm of cutting off dust. In the next year, he might not be able to enter immortality. Unless the ten orifices of the Qi Sea are fully opened, and the mystery of the Dao Sword Skill, there may be some hope.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan took a deep breath, and the sword energy of the sword returned with the flow, turning into a golden Wen Yao and wrapping it around the black gun body.

After the golden text flashed several times, the Blood River Minghu, who was already sick in the black gun, was finally forced out, turning into a seemingly fleeting floating soul and being held in his hand like a chicken.

"Do you remember your and my deal?"

Wei Yuan whispered in the ear of the soul, his voice as if the evil ghost from Jiuyou was whispering.

The moment he heard Wei Yuan's voice, Xuehe Minghu suddenly woke up. At this moment, he was afraid of Wei Yuan to the core. Who knew that this hypocritical guy was holding up some bad water in his heart at this moment.

"What do you...you want to do?"

Blood River Minghu trembled and his lips opened.

"I didn't want to do anything. You and I promised you to return your soul to Allah intact, but remember?"

Wei Yuan smiled harmlessly.

Hearing this, Xuehe Minghu suddenly had a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Remember, of course, remember, are you going to give me freedom?"

"certainly!"

Wei Yuan grinned, then reached out and pointed the Blood River Minghu at the same time to the Lord, who was also left with only a strand of residual souls. "Now I will fulfill my promise, and you can go back to the arms of your compatriots."

After seeing the miserable situation of Allah at this moment, the smile on his face froze at first, then the excitement in his eyes disappeared, leaving only confusion and endless fear of Wei Yuan.

"What are you waiting for? Go and hug him."

Wei Yuan let go of his hand and whispered this sentence in Xuehe Minghu's ear again, scaring that his already ethereal soul almost dissipated in the wind on the spot.

The murderous intent burst out in the moment when Allah saw the Blood River Minghu. This incompetent guy was completely imprisoned before he could show up. The only value left by such a waste is probably his soul of enlightenment. Although it is already a remnant soul, as long as he swallows it, he can make himself stronger and not dissipate between the world.

When he saw Allah's full murderous eyes, the tiger's body was shocked by the shock of the blood river and floated back for a distance unconsciously.

Unfortunately, behind him was a peerless killing god who was even more terrifying than God. He never thought that the old loach who practiced Soul Leaves like God could be forced into this way. You must know that those who practice Soul Leaves are called one of the most difficult people in the world.

"You trash!"

Allah glared at him, and the next moment, the illusory residual soul rushed out and rushed towards the weak soul of the Blood River Minghu.

The two were both one of the twelve demon kings in the demon world, and the two souls that were both left with only incomplete souls were fighting and swallowed in front of Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan and the three strongest immortal realm standing beside him did not take action to stop him, watching coldly as if watching a show.

Looking at the scene of the two demons devouring each other, Xue Nu couldn't help but turn her head and look at Wei Yuan's slightly tall back. It's hard to imagine that such a man who was just as weak as a young man actually plotted against the two pioneer spies of the demon clan and defeated half of the invasion plan of the entire demon world. If the monks in the demon world learned about this, they would be so scared that they would not dare to step into the world.

Nonsense, a monk from Duanchen can settle the two kings of the demon world, and that immortal monk can't go to heaven.

The devourment lasted for half a quarter of an hour. Unexpectedly, Allah won. Although it was just a wisp of residual soul, it still had a body of demonic energy. On the other hand, the Blood River Nether Tiger had nothing but soul, so what could he use to fight with Allah?

Wei Yuan pointed to the black spear that was still stuck straight on the ground. Allah did not dare to be negligent, and directly turned into a wisp of black smoke and escaped into the black spear. From then on, he was a dog of Wei Yuan. Unless Wei Yuan died, even if the army of the demon world stepped into the land of the mortal world, he would not have the courage to be the fence-bearer.
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