Evil Wang Pampers His Ghost Doctor Fei

Suzaku said: "We've been waiting for this day for a long time, how can we lose me in this battle?"

Suzaku struggled with Yaozun for a long time before he agreed to let him go.

However, he can only participate in the battle in his own name, and cannot let other monster races come to help.

He has a forbidden technique and cannot use the power of the monster clan.

After all, if people found out that the Demon Emperor participated in the internal battle of the royal family in the Xuantian Realm, not only would he not be of any help to his foster father, but it would also bring him countless troubles.

Even if His Majesty the Demon Emperor can't use the demon power, with his current strength, he can take care of some low-level spirit gods without breaking a sweat.

Xuanwu said: "This kid is still here!"

This is a battle of great significance to the adoptive father, and all eight of the brothers are here, which is very good!

"He..." Suzaku's flames were too dangerous, and the faces of the people on Donghuang's side changed drastically.

"Puff puff puff!" Soon Bai Zexuanwu and the others' crisis was resolved.

Suzaku left them a bewitching back and said, "Then I'll go help sister Xi'er! You take care of the rest."

"Hmph! He has become so powerful all of a sudden, it makes this guy look majestic and proud." Chongming snorted unconvinced.

These low-level spirits are very difficult to deal with. If Mu Qianxi's body is not strong enough, even with the help of the three invincibles, it will be difficult to parry.

However, when Suzaku came to help, they lost their complacency.

"Boom!" There were bursts of loud noises.

Suzaku repelled them forcefully, the flames on their bodies were hard to extinguish.

"Who is this kid?" They stared dumbfounded at the male and female, exceptionally good-looking boy and asked.

"Our people found out that Mu Fengyun has adopted a total of eight adopted sons, and he should be one of them, Mr. Suzaku."

"It turned out to be him, why is he so much stronger than the other young masters, damn it!"

Suzaku's strength was beyond their expectations.

Naturally, the group of them bullied the younger ones, and the plan to restrain Mu Fengyun was about to go bankrupt.

What they know is that the Eight Great Princes, the White Tiger Prince is the strongest, and the Suzaku Prince is average.

How is this normal? The power of the powerful fire element can crush low-level spirit gods, it is simply a monster.

Suzaku's flame is very powerful, but what is even more powerful is his charm.

The melodious bell rang, and the many spiritual masters and even the spiritual masters of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty who were present at the scene were a little lost.

"There is something wrong with the ringtone, immediately block the hearing."

"quick!"

However, it was already too late, their pupils became slack in an instant, and the next moment they swung their knives at their companions.

Many masters were controlled by Suzaku and killed each other, causing heavy losses.

"My Suzaku brother is also someone you can hurt, go to hell and repent!" Suzaku said coldly.

The masters on the side of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty looked so ugly that they would die.

With Suzaku as a big killer, there is no chance of winning against Mu Qianxi and the eight young masters, and he is lucky if he can save his own life.

"I'm going to help Second Uncle, I leave this place to you." Suzaku smiled coquettishly.

It was Mu Fengling who took the lead in the fight against the strong middle-level spiritual gods on the side of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty.

Mu Fengling's fighting power is amazing, and his level is a little lower, so although he won't lose to them in a confrontation, it is still a bit hard.

Suzaku's strength is now unable to compete with the mid-level spirit gods, but his charm skills will also suffer from the mid-level spirit gods.

A fiery figure in red clothes flew over, and a charming bell rang.

These middle-level spirit gods became vigilant, and said disdainfully: "The adoptive son taught by His Highness Fengyun, only use these inferior methods? Such methods still want to deal with us, dreaming!"

There is a price to be paid for despising Suzaku, and Suzaku's soul power is far beyond the imagination of these spirit gods.

"Bang!" He lost his mind for a moment, and was seriously injured by Mu Fengyun in an instant.

"Damn it!" The faces of these mid-level spirit gods were ugly.

Seeing Suzaku's fierce defense, it was completely useless.

They will still be affected, and if the battle of the strong is affected in this way, it will not be far from failure.

"Kill this demon-like boy." After realizing that Suzaku was a great disaster, they intended to kill Suzaku.

"Boom!" I thought I hit the target, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

"Our children are the ones you can scold!" Mu Fengling said angrily, and the Yihuang sword pierced his heart directly.

Although these brats are not as popular as Xi'er, and he wants to devote everything to loving them, but they are his own family, and they always protect their shortcomings.

"Pfft!" Suzaku was also narrow-minded, and directly set a fire to burn him to ashes.

In the contest on the side of the middle-level spirit gods, with Suzaku present, their chances of winning are great.

As for the high-level spirit gods, with Mu Fengyun in charge, naturally there is nothing to worry about?

The powerhouses on Donghuang's side all seemed to be in decline.

Now they can only place their hopes on the battlefield below, as long as they win the battlefield below and wipe out Mu Fengyun's army, they can retreat immediately instead of fighting hard here.

Persevere, persist a little longer, when the Beigong Dynasty's reinforcements arrive, that will be the end of Mu Fengyun's army.

The generals of the army below also had big drops of sweat on their foreheads. The number of their huge army is rapidly decreasing.

The opponent is too strong, they can't resist for a long time.

They could only grit their teeth and continue fighting, praying that the army of the Beigong Dynasty would be faster.

The sound of fierce fighting came out, endlessly, it was obvious that Mu Fengyun and the others had the upper hand now.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew, a gust of cold breath came, and an army of ice armor was rapidly approaching not far ahead.

This team only has tens of thousands of people, but its momentum is very strong.

The generals on the side of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty seemed to have seen a savior, and said: "It is the Ice King cavalry of the Beigong Dynasty. His Majesty the Northern Emperor actually sent the Ice King cavalry to help. It is great."

The Ice King's iron cavalry is his own army that Bei Gongjue has painstakingly cultivated.

The real combat effectiveness of this army is not weaker than that of the army led by Baihu.

Now that Baihu's army is fighting against the huge army of the Eastern Emperor Dynasty, even though they are in sight of victory, they have lost a lot.

Now if he confronts the Ice King's iron cavalry again, the situation will be very bad, and the white tiger's face shows a dignified expression.

Someone scolded angrily: "What a Donghuang Mu Fengji, this is a war of our Eastern Emperor's dynasty, and it turned out to be in collusion with other countries and let them come to help. It's too despicable and shameless."

In order to win, to defeat Mu Fengyun and keep the throne, Mu Fengyun has completely lost any face. The Ice King's iron cavalry approached in an instant and had already arrived at the battlefield. The extremely cold air was intertwined with the fiery battlefield.