Wen Renheng saw that she was lost, and immediately filled her palm with strength to slap Yun Zheng.

"ah--"

Before his hand could fall, the short blade on his waist instantly poked it inside again. This time it was fast and fierce, and blood flowed out in a flash.

Wen Renheng's lips turned pale and his whole body twitched unconsciously.

Yun Zheng raised her eyes and saw his hand that he wanted to attack, then moved her gaze to Wen Renheng's pale face, and smiled sweetly, "Don't show me tricks, if my knife goes in one inch, you will be completely useless, and you will be completely unable to get hard in the future."

Wen Renheng's face froze.

How could she, a woman, tell such things so easily?

"I won't know anymore, you..." Wen Renheng frowned and said angrily: "You must be responsible for your actions. If my roots are really ruined, I promise you will not be able to leave the camp behind the demon clan."

Yun Zheng didn't really take it to heart when she heard this. What she was most concerned about now was the beauty mural, which she always felt very familiar with.

"Take me to Moling." She said slowly.

Wen Renheng's expression suddenly became serious and cold, "Why are you going to Moling?!"???.

"I just want to see the customs of your demons, you don't need to react so much."

Wen Renheng stared at her suspiciously, but she raised her eyes and met his gaze, which shocked him. She only heard her say coldly: "You don't have the chance to choose now, take me to Moling."

"Okay." Wen Renheng lowered his eyes and said in accordance with the authenticity.

He had injuries on his body, and blood was dripping on his waist. Once he got close to the demons and others, they would inevitably notice abnormalities on his body.

At that time, he would take the opportunity to attack her again, and then call on the demons to tie her up as a bargaining chip to threaten the human race.

Her status is not low.

Just as he was thinking this way, his cheeks were suddenly pinched hard, and the force almost crushed his teeth.

"Um...um...um..."

His pupils suddenly dilated, and the girl poured many dark poisons into his mouth, which smelled bitter.

He almost choked.

After Yun Zheng poured out the poison, he locked his mouth, making him unable to vomit even if he wanted to.

"Ahem...hem..."

A few seconds later, the cough kept coming, and Wen Renheng leaned over and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything, and instead choked on himself.

"You demons definitely don't have the antidote to this poison, so don't think about attacking me." While Yun Zheng was speaking, she pulled out the short knife inserted between his waist without changing her face.

"ah!"

Wen Renheng was so painful that his facial features were ferocious. He bent his body and covered the wound on his waist with one hand.

"Although I'm not strong, I can still bring you a burial."

A cold voice came into Wen Renheng's ears, making people creepy behind them.

Wen Renheng was both painful and regretful at this moment. If he had known that he would have fallen to this point, he would not have jumped onto the ring to challenge this strange girl.

If you have any disagreement, you will get a knife in someone’s hands and poison. Are all humans so fierce nowadays?!

Finally, Wen Renheng agreed to take Yun Zheng to Moling.

Now that his life was pinned to Yun Zheng's palm, he had to accept it, and he had to cover her everywhere.

"This is the breath of our demon clan. It can cover up the original breath and then transform it into the breath of other races." Wen Renheng took out a gray pill and handed it to Yun Zheng.

Fearing that she would not believe it, he was explaining a few words when she saw her swallowing the pill without hesitation.

Wen Renheng stared at Yun Zheng with more subtle eyes. She has always been smart and cautious. Why did she swallow the breath pill without even having an examination this time?!

Is she arrogant or trusting him?

If Yun Zheng knew what he was thinking, he would probably reply to him: I am an alchemist.

The demons in the camp behind the demon clan were concentrating on worshiping the direction to the north.

Wen Renheng summoned two monsters, each riding one.

"The monster is very strong, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl in red in front of him had already jumped on the back of the monster and sat steadily on it. The monster was still leaning towards Yun Zheng's palm, snuggling intimately.

Yun Zheng glanced at him, "Hurry up."

Wen Renheng: “…”

The Demon Tomb is very close to this place, and the two of them arrived in less than half a quarter of an hour while riding the Demonic Beast.

An ancient and long-lasting palace that caught your eye was surrounded by purple and black demonic aura. The building was dark and quite old, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling, with a faint evil spirit.

On the palace, there is a drum and bell floating, which is pitch black all over, and its appearance is outlined with slender patterns, which looks like musical talismans and has a strong sense of oppression.

"Master, this drum bell is one of the nine ancient artifacts - the Qingtian Bell!" The excited voice of the dwarf old man rang out from her sea of ​​consciousness.

The sky-high clock?!

Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes and looked at the Qingtianzhong.

The old dwarf suddenly became excited and his expression faded. He murmured: "The Sky-Climbing Bell has actually fallen into the demon clan, and its weapon spirit seems to have fallen asleep."

The spirit of the artifact entered a deep sleep, which proved that the artifact's body was seriously damaged.

"Master, can you accept Qingtian Bell?" said the old dwarf.

"This sky-high bell is a thing worshipped by the demon clan, and its current owner should be the Demon Emperor. With my current strength, I want to get its success rate of only 100% or 20%." Yun Zheng said.

"Master, it's too dangerous, forget it." The old dwarf was stunned for a while, then shook his head. He could not put his master in danger.

Yun Zheng looked at Qingtianzhong again, then moved her gaze to the group of young noble demons. At this moment, they knelt on the ground devoutly, touching the ground with their foreheads, and supporting the ground with their hands.

What they said just now, to enhance magic?

How to improve?

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and a strange red color flashed across her eyes. She saw a thick black gas gathering on the ground where their foreheads touched the ground.

The black gas was constantly entering their bodies from their foreheads.

Yun Zheng's pupils shrank slightly. Why did this black gas bring a soul-like breath?!

Before she could think deeply, her sea of ​​consciousness was shaken by a mysterious force, and the beauty mural fell into her mind more clearly.

"What’s wrong with you."

Wen Renheng looked at Yun Zheng's face and thought she was disturbed by the strong demonic energy here, so he called her.

Yun Zheng closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned her head and looked at Wen Renheng, and sent a voice to ask him: "How long will it take for this way of worship to end?"

Wen Renheng's eyes flashed slightly, and she asked what she wanted to do.

He still obediently replied to her words: "It's still early, I'll go into the Demon Tomb to inject demonic energy later."
Chapter completed!