Divine Civilization

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The consequences described by the Lord of Purgatory were too frightening. Even though she had practiced cultivation for two thousand years and had extraordinary concentration, her heart still sank when she thought of the consequences.

Not to mention her, Mo Tingmei and Yuchi Jialiang both felt chills running down their spines when they heard the effect of "sexual intercourse", and couldn't help but shiver.

"Despicable and shameless!" Mo Tingmei was so angry that her whole body trembled, "If you can't beat me head-on, then you just do tricks behind your back. The demons are really insidious and cunning!"

"Hahahaha~ There is an old saying in our Purgatory Demon Tribe, which is called 'The enemy's curse is the best compliment to us'. Go ahead and scold us~ Keep scolding~ The harder you scold, the happier I will be."

The Lord of Purgatory laughed, his laughter full of arrogance and pride.

Mo Tingmei's eyes were red with anger and she almost cried.

When Yuchi Jialiang saw this, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. He couldn't hold back, and cautiously asked the Lord of Purgatory: "Lord, isn't there an antidote to this 'sex*'?"

"There is an antidote? Of course there is one." The Lord of Purgatory smiled, "It's a pity that I don't have it in my hands. Maybe Xianmiao Palace has it, maybe it doesn't, but they definitely can't wait."

As he said that, he suddenly glanced at Yuchi Jialiang with a dangerous look in his eyes: "What, you want to plead with them again?"

Yuchijia felt a chill in his heart and quickly lowered his head: "I don't dare."

"Hmph~ I'm sorry you don't dare." The Demon Lord snorted coldly, "If you want to do something big, you can't be too soft-hearted. For the sake of your merit in lifting the seal, this Demon Lord will give you a chance to make a contribution. You, go over there , arrest them both."

"Yes, Master."

Yuchijia couldn't bear it in his conscience, but he didn't have the courage to resist the Lord of Purgatory, so he had to grit his teeth and comply. He knew in his heart that from the moment the seal was broken, he had no way out.

"Yuchi Jialiang, how dare you?!" Mo Tingmei was angry and anxious, "If you dare to touch us, I will fight with you!"

With that said, she raised the eight-edged plum blossom golden fairy hammer and stopped it in front of Fairy Yaoyue, trying to stop Yuchi Jialiang with her own flesh and blood.

However, no matter how powerful she was and how harsh her words were, her pale face and shaky figure were not convincing at all.

Yuchi Jialiang paused for a moment, but still took out his short purple spear.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry~"

He lowered his eyes.

The majestic magic power gathered on the short spear. As soon as he raised his hand, the purple short spear attacked Mo Tingmei. In an instant, the fierce wind roared, and the sharp edge stimulated the skin on Mo Tingmei's cheeks to feel pain.

Yuchi Jialiang's attack did not hold back at all!

Mo Tingmei's eyes darkened, and she picked up the fairy hammer and prepared to fight.

However, at this moment, Fairy Yao Yue, who had been standing behind her, suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her behind her. Then she waved her sleeves and the majestic immortal energy suddenly swept out.

"Boom~!"

Yuchi Jialiang was shot away before he had time to react. He flew more than ten feet away before hitting the ruins behind him.

"Pfft~~"

Yuchi Jialiang was shocked and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

With a level gap of three levels, his internal organs were severely damaged with just one blow. The severe pain almost made him faint, and he couldn't even move his body. Blood foam kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth, which looked shocking against his pale skin and twitching body.

However, even so, it could not conceal the shock in his heart.

"How, how is it possible?!"

He forced himself to turn his head and looked at Fairy Yaoyue with eyes full of disbelief.

"Great Elder..." Mo Tingmei was also shocked, and her eyes widened unconsciously.

It turned out that with just a few words, Fairy Yao Yue somehow used some method to temporarily suppress the effect of "Jiao*Xiang" and regained her fighting ability.

At this moment, Fairy Yao Yue stood awe-inspiring among the ruins, her robe sleeves were bulging, her hair was flying, and the surging immortal energy was swaying around her body. Her aura was as majestic and majestic as the bright moon in the sky, like the power of heaven. It’s daunting.

If her face wasn't still pale, just looking at her aura, she would look like two different people.

"Hmph~ It can actually temporarily suppress the medicinal properties of 'Jiao*Xiang'. I have underestimated the foundation of Xianmiao Palace." The Lord of Purgatory did not expect this to happen, and his face suddenly darkened, "However, If you think you can escape from my grasp this way, you are too naive."

After that, he stood up from the ground with a cold snort. The wings behind him opened with a "swipe" and his momentum suddenly exploded.

The terrifying power swept through the ancient war camp. The power was so powerful that it was only stronger than the power generated by the burning soul of Fairy Yao Yue.

Mo Tingmei's expression changed: "How is this possible?! Isn't he seriously injured?"

Fairy Yao Yue also had a look in her eyes: "The recovery ability of the Purgatory Demon Clan is actually stronger than I imagined..."

In just a short period of time, the Purgatory Demon Lord has recovered a lot from his injuries. The injuries to his internal organs are hard to see, but most of the hideous wounds on his body have healed. Even the ones on his wings have healed. There were only a few small holes left in the huge holes. At first glance, it looked like he had only been slightly injured.

This shows the self-healing ability of the Infernal Demons.

However, now is not the time to lament the recovery of the Purgatory Demon Clan. Just as they were talking, the figure of the Purgatory Demon Lord had already risen into the air. A large amount of demonic energy gathered above his head, and suddenly condensed into a handle. A dark long sword.

The long sword was about ten feet long, and its entire body was filled with black energy flames. Terrifying energy fluctuations spread out in all directions with its appearance, and even the space seemed to be unable to withstand its power and began to tremble.

"go!"

The Lord of Purgatory raised his hand, and the demon flame sword exuding terrifying power struck at Fairy Yao Yue.

The terrifying energy crushed through the space, and the space shook violently, instantly crushing space creases. Even before she reached Fairy Yao Yue, the terrifying power was already almost suffocating.

Mo Tingmei was horrified in her heart. She could hardly stand still under the terrifying pressure: "Great Elder, this, this is..."

"Yang Ji Demon Flame Sword! This is the most famous spell of the Purgatory Demon Lord. Many of our senior monks in Xianmiao Palace suffered from this move." Fairy Yao Yue looked solemn and shouted in a deep voice, "I'll do it. Stop him and find a way to get out of here immediately."

After that, she lifted Mo Tingmei up and threw her outside the camp, but instead of retreating, she advanced directly towards the Yang Ji Demon Flame Sword.

"Great Elder!"

Caught off guard and thrown out, Mo Tingmei took a staggering step and barely managed to stand still.

When she turned her head, she saw Fairy Yao Yue charging towards the Yang Ji Demon Flame Sword under the dark red skylight.

The cold power came over her, her long black hair was raised back, and her moon-white clothes were constantly swaying under the influence of the swaying immortal energy. From a distance, she was as determined as a moth fluttering into the flames. , move forward indomitably.

Mo Tingmei's heart suddenly tightened: "Great Elder! No!"

Her eyes were red and she wanted to rush back. However, the moment she turned around, ripples of space suddenly appeared in the void in front of her.

A dark space crack suddenly appeared in front of her.

Mo Tingmei's eyes suddenly widened.

Just as she was stunned, a folding fan with blue patterns on a white background suddenly flew out from the crack in space, and rushed towards the Anode Demonic Flame Sword flying in the sky like lightning.

Fairy Yaoyue's nerves were tense at the moment, so she naturally felt the strange movement behind her immediately.

However, the speed of the folding fan was too fast. Before she could react, the folding fan flew past her cheek and hit the Anode Demonic Flame Sword.

"Boom~!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the Anode Demonic Flame Sword was instantly defeated. The terrifying energy shock wave swept out like a violent storm, causing even the space to tremble.

Fairy Yao Yue's heart trembled, and the swaying immortal energy immediately turned into a shield to protect her, and then she barely blocked the incoming shock wave.

However, despite this, she was still knocked upside down by the impact and flew several feet away before she regained her balance.

Mo Tingmei's strength was far inferior to that of Fairy Yao Yue, and she was rushed backwards. When she landed, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

After finally standing upright, Mo Tingmei felt confused in her heart. She was surprised that the elder was fine, but also felt confused. At this time, who else will come? Could it be that Mo Yu, the guardian envoy on the main stage of Xianyuan, and the two inspection envoys?

Just when she was confused, a lazy voice suddenly came from the side.

"It's so lively, how can it be without me?"

Mo Tingmei was startled, and quickly turned her head to see a huge space crack appearing in the raging shock wave, and a group of people were filing out of it.

The raging shock wave is still roaring, the huge energy turbulence has distorted the air, and the vision has become blurred, and even the role of spiritual consciousness is very limited.

From Mo Tingmei's point of view, only a blur of figures could be seen. In the center of the crowd, there seemed to be a larger shadow.

She subconsciously squinted her eyes, trying to see clearly.

However, before she could see clearly, a folding fan with a white background and blue patterns fell from the sky and landed among the group of people.

A long and strong hand stretched out from the crowd and took it easily.

The owner of the folding fan!

Mo Tingmei's eyes suddenly widened, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Being able to withstand a blow from the Anode Demonic Flame Sword, this folding fan is at least a top-notch fairy weapon. The owner of this folding fan is by no means an ordinary person, otherwise he would never be able to withstand the attack of the Demon Lord.

Who could it be?

She held her breath and concentrated, trying harder to see clearly, filled with anticipation.

As if feeling her urgency, the raging energy turbulence finally gradually weakened, and the field of vision gradually became clearer.

Among the admiring crowd, there was an extremely gorgeous chariot.

In front of the chariot are two beautiful green fire luan. There is a large grand master's chair on the chariot. On the grand master's chair, a handsome young man in white robe is lazily shaking his folding fan and looking at the scene with a leisurely expression. side.

This face...

This face was too familiar to Mo Tingmei. Isn't this the bastard second ancestor Wang Dong who stole her prey several times before? !

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