"The two realms of demons and spirits are born enemies. The feeling of opposition that they hate when they see each other is deeply rooted in the soul. He has done a good job of planning other things, but he just missed this point. Haha, but I don't know that his cultivation has reached such a state."

He bent down, curled his lips, and pulled a charming smile, but it was extremely strange in this darkness. "But, if you enter my demon world, you will still be naive and delusional to go out, right?"

The man in black was shocked when he heard Nalan Mufeng's words. However, even if this was the case, he would not give up. Since it was exposed, there was no need to act anymore. He pushed Nalan Mufeng away with the hand that was holding his shoulder with one hand, condensed the spiritual power in his body with the other, and attacked Nalan Mufeng.

(This world is divided into six realms, which is the world of practitioners. Among the six realms, everyone can practice by themselves, so they are called practitioners. The level of practitioners is divided into two distinctions, and the five realms are: human realm, earth realm, heaven realm, holy realm, and divine realm. Each realm is divided into five levels. Some people cannot break through one level in their entire lives, while others can simply break through the human realm, but their own talent and acquired efforts are different.

Every practitioner has his own cultivation attribute, and the cultivation attribute is divided into five elements, wind, fire, thunder, lightning and water. This kind of practitioner is also called a sorcerer, while some do not have a cultivation attribute, but can rely on the mental power, which is commonly known as the spiritual power. Some can control objects, and some can understand people's hearts. As long as the level is high enough, they can even take a thousand miles a day, such people are called a lyricist.

Seeing this, Nalan Mufeng held his shoulder and pulled his hands tightly, and then he smelled a sound of bone shattering. He then loosened his hands and turned around. The mysterious robe brought a charm in the air. The yin and yin were dodging actions, which he did, but he was not embarrassed as if he was hiding. Instead, it added a little more comfort, as if he was teasing him. However, only Nalan Mufeng knew the difficulties and dangers of this.

He turned around, waved his sleeves, and a strong wind rushed towards the man in black. The man in black raised his hand to block it. The two airflows collided, and the surrounding items shattered and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Nalan Mufeng raised his hand toward the man in black, shooting out an airflow, colliding with two sides, and the surroundings were in a mess. Only the place where both sides stood was still intact. The man in black looked at the two equal airflows, and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes. The devil Lord, the power

It was just as good as me. It was right. A thousand years ago, the Demon Lord was seriously injured in the war between the two realms and was almost on the verge of death. And the magic power in his body was almost exhausted, and even if an ordinary person came, he could kill him without any effort. At that time, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a waste. However, after the war, he disappeared from everyone's sight with his clan realm. The spiritual realm also disappeared from everyone's sight with the end of the war.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord, who was about to die at that time, could be as strong as his own strength in a thousand years. This was something he could never guess. The reason why he didn't want to be exposed was just in case, in case, in case, the strength of the Demon Lord would exceed his imagination. The facts proved that his decision was right, but all this was useless, and it was still exposed. However, in this way, he could not waste too much time. Even if he was equal to his ability, this was Nalan Mufeng's territory and should not stay for a long time. Moreover, he had to report to the Lord about the Demon Lord's recent situation and let him make a decision. Nalan Mufeng's ability was comparable to himself, which did not mean that he could compete with the Spirit Lord. This action not only represents his personal life and death, but also represents whether the Spirit World can truly disappear into the world from now on. Therefore, he cannot deal with him anymore. He must go back, and his dark eyes were full of determination.

How could Nalan Mufeng not know what he was thinking? As a monster who has lived for thousands of years, if he can't even guess his thoughts, then he will be in vain.

The man in black condensed all his spiritual power in his hands, intending to fight to the death. Nalan Mufeng curled his lips and smiled, and a touch of ridiculousness flashed through his eyes. He waved his sleeves and turned around and left the battlefield.

After he left the ground, he saw a touch of brocade passing by. Just now, where Nalan Mufeng stood, a handsome man in black clothes and ink hair stood. He looked at the man in black standing opposite him with expressionless expression. A bloodthirsty light flashed in his ink-colored eyes as black as crow feathers. He raised his hand and attacked the man in black. The masters always had no room for room for flirting, and no move was used to attack the man in black. He was deadly. The man in black was overwhelmed, and when he raised his hand to block a slightest, he was hit hard on his back. He spitted out a mouthful of blood, and the black cloth covering his face was sticky. His body leaned forward, supported the ground with both hands, knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for a big breath and coughing from time to time.
Chapter completed!