"Stupid girl! You're lucky this time, but you won't be so lucky next time!" As soon as the words fell, Feng Mo's figure disappeared again.

Feng Mo felt that Murong Ningyue’s potential was too terrible and she could never give her a chance to grow, so after hesitating for a long time, Feng Mo decided to destroy Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue's expression also became solemn. She knew that Feng Mo would do her best to attack this time. Her cultivation level was too different from his. It seemed that she would still call her helper. Murong Ningyue simply put away the ice breaking, sat in place without moving, and consolidated her cultivation level.

"Isn't this girl scared silly? Why did she even put away her weapons?"

"The Wind Demon is the peak of the Spirit Saint. No one is her opponent except the Spirit King. Do you think this girl looks like the Spirit King? I think she knows that she will die, so she gave up resisting."

The onlookers began to talk again, and Ye Feng was also very surprised at this time. In his opinion, Murong Ningyue was not the kind of person who gave up easily, and he would not do this even if he died in battle. Only Wan Xiaoyi and others had a deeper understanding of Murong Ningyue and knew that Murong Ningyue must have something to rely on.

Feng Mo was very happy when he saw Murong Ningyue's appearance. In his opinion, Murong Ningyue's cultivation was much lower than he thought. Even if there were many conspiracies and tricks, they were all floating clouds in the absolute strength gap. Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and rushed towards Murong Ningyue quickly. This time he used tens of his strength!

"Bang!"

The huge collision sounded out of thin air, and the figure of the wind demon flew backwards, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out quickly, drawing a bright red trajectory in the air.

This scene made everyone stunned. Why is this different from the imagined result? According to common sense, Murong Ningyue was beaten and vomited blood. Why did she turn the other way around?

But soon everyone understood. A powerful man with long red hair and naked upper body was standing in front of Murong Ningyue. He said to his fist: "Huh? A little insect hit my fist just now. The little insect is really overestimating its ability." [Author: Brother is so poor that he can't afford clothes for supporting roles]

When everyone heard this, they were confused again. The wind demon was obviously a master at the peak of the Spirit Saint, but in the eyes of this man, he became a little insect. So was this man? Everyone had the answer in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it one by one.

The wind demon finally got up from the ground, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said tremblingly: "Are you the Spirit King? You must be the Spirit King!"

"Hmph! How much knowledge do you have? I was so powerful that I was the one who was like you. I would just step on it. Do you have any last words to say? I am very merciful and let you leave without regrets..." Yao Jiutian looked majestic. While he was talking, Murong Ningyue frowned and said impatiently: "Xiaobai, why do you talk so much? Move quickly, otherwise you won't let you come out next time."

Yao Jiutian's original arrogant look disappeared all of a sudden. While walking towards Feng Mo, he whispered: "I said don't call me Xiaobai when there are too many people. I am a dignified demon king after all..."

Yao Jiutian walked to Feng Mo. Feng Mo knew that he would die without a doubt. Before he died, he only had one idea left. It would be great if he didn't care about Wang San's death.

When the Feng Demon's corpse turned into a ball of ashes, everyone was shocked. Ye Feng was also surprised at this moment. He never expected that this junior girl would have a Spirit King helper.
Chapter completed!