Brand walked around the place, "How could our magical artifact in the Demon Realm surrender to the contemptuous aliens? It's fake, it's definitely fake!"

Suddenly, Brand had an idea, "I want to protect the magic weapon and not let the mana flow out!"

He was about to drag Tang Seng out of the pool.

Bang!

However, before he could touch it, he was bounced out and fell heavily to the ground.

"It's over, it's over, the sacred objects of the demon clan have fallen!"

Brand hit the ground with a punch. As the protector of the artifact, he could not let the artifact be surprised at all.

He also plans to wait in a few months for the gate of the Demon Realm of Qiankun Mountain to open and let the artifact choose the most suitable Demon Lord by himself!

But now, everything has changed.

"Dear Lord Demon, I'm sorry for you!"

Brand knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

Guanyin, who was not far away, was not sure, and sat quietly on the ground, staring at her eyes timidly, and did not dare to move!

Sizzling...

A stream of current seemed to have magic power, all of which rushed to Tang Seng's right arm.

The broken arm just now actually grew back on it, and the fiery red right arm was particularly conspicuous!

Buzz...

A golden light burst out from the pool, stolen by the eyes.

“That’s…”

Brand suddenly widened his pupils, shocked, comparable to a miracle.

"Flame Demon Arm!"

He almost screamed for birth, which was incredible. Only the supreme leader of the demon clan had a chance of success.
Chapter completed!