"Not a human?"

The white-haired demon king, this breath is not like a human at all.

With a wave of his hand, the figure ahead suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it, pretend to be a ghost!"

Without any contribution, the white-haired demon king was furious.

He was about to accumulate strength and destroy the entire Demon Refining Sect.

Suddenly, a strange feeling flashed through his heart.

He immediately looked back and saw a burly man sitting behind him.

The man's height is more than two meters long, and it seems not far from three meters.

He sat there like a hill.

"Fake Seven? No! The real Seventh Level!"

The white-haired demon king became alert. He was at the seventh level of the micro realm, and he was of relatively low strength among the seventh level.

If he meets a fake seven master, he dares to fight and show off his power.

But when he met the real seventh level, he was not enough to see it.

He has been hunted down in the human world over the years.

There are still a few scars on his body.

He could not exert half of his power in his heyday.

"Who are you?" The white-haired demon king was shocked.

What the Demon Refining Sect and the Crow said was too different.

Here, there is a gloomy and weird atmosphere.

He felt that he had been deceived, and that there was a seventh-level human master ambushing him.

"Jin Muli." The burly man opened his mouth and showed an exaggerated smile.

The big hand, like a palm fan, grabbed it in an instant.

"Entering the peak of micro?" The white-haired demon king suddenly felt fear.

I'm done.

...

It was drizzling on the streets of Mingli City.

The girl was wearing a gray short skirt and covered with white stockings between her thighs, full of youthful vitality.

Her body contains a natural and pure special temperament.

She looked at the tall buildings next to the street, and hesitated flashed in her expression, and then became firm.
Chapter completed!