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472. The Voice of the Demon Monarch 3

"Then Li Ye is too dangerous!" Tang Mofeng hurriedly flew to Shen Qingmei's side, "Qingmei, what should I do now?"

"Wait for me! Going to heaven and earth, I will save Li Ye, let alone the demon world!" Shen Qingmei said coldly.

A black folding fan suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand. "This is the magic flame fan given to me by my master, which can help me reach the demon world! I have never entered the demon world for many years. I didn't expect that today, this magic flame fan can come in handy!"

"Qingmei, do you want to go to the Demon Realm alone?" Tang Mofeng said anxiously.

As we all know, there are many demonic shadows in the Demon Realm, and the Demon Realm is strong. As long as people in the mortal world are contaminated with demonic energy, their demonic energy will be seriously injured and will be devoured by the demonic energy!

"Mo Feng, this Demon Flame Fan can only bring one person to the Demon Realm. You can wait for me to return! Let's clean up the mess with Luo Ri Qingyin and others!" Shen Qingmei said cautiously, then opened the black fan. His eyes closed, "Demon Flame Fan, I want to go to the Demon Realm!"

Shen Qingmei instantly turned into a black flame and disappeared.

"Qingmei actually went to the Demon Realm alone!" Nangong Qingyin sighed, "I am not as good as Qingmei's heart when she waits for Li Ye!"

"Qingmei seems to treat Li Ye very special..." Nangong Zhenshu looked at the place where Shen Qingmei disappeared and said in a daze.

Then they looked at the Black Sky Sword Sect in front of them, which was ruined into dust and ruins. Unexpectedly, the Black Sky Sword Sect that dominated the country would disappear overnight.

It’s not that I don’t sigh in my heart!

At this moment, a drizzle drizzle drizzle fell from the sky, and the drizzle was hitting the land, adding to the desolation.

Nangong Liye was captured by the Demon Realm, and Shen Qingmei went to rescue him!

The news was soon spread by the Tianling Continent again, growing like wild grass.

In the Emperor City, Xi Tianjiao stood quietly in front of a tall palace gate, looking at the drizzle in front of him, listening to the report of Nangong Chaoqun and Nangong Qingyin Nangong Zhenshu, the two sons of the Nangong family, behind him.

A gust of wind blew, lifting up the corner of his gorgeous brocade robe. He said lightly, "Send the order to summon the sect leader and the chief elders of the twenty-one sects to come to Jin to see you, ready to support Shen Qingmei and rescue Nangong Liye at any time! Such geniuses as Nangong Liye must not be lost!"

After hearing this, Nangong Chaoqun burst into tears, "Thank you Emperor! There is only one daughter under his subordinate. He has finally lost it and recovered it. His subordinate has not yet compensated her well. If she is destroyed by the Demon Realm, his subordinate will not live."

"My younger sister has suffered too much since she was a child. Thank you Emperor Yingming. We two brothers have thanked the Emperor for yourselves!" Nangong Zhenshu and Nangong Qingyin also said.

"Li Ye is also my people. It is natural for me to organize various sects to rescue her." Xi Tianjiao turned around, and the face of the cold-hearted woman suddenly flashed in his mind.

He is actually Nangong Chaoqun's daughter!

Miss Wu!

It's really unpredictable!

Demon Realm! In the Demon Palace!

On a black black dragon chair, a middle-aged man with extraordinary demeanor sat upright. He looked at the woman in white with a graceful expression in front of him.

"Li Ye?" The middle-aged man wore a black robe, although he looked like a middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!
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