Chapter 1108 Suzaku

After Suzaku finished speaking, he opened his beak, and the little flames spread out at this moment, each searching for his own goal.

"what-"

The sound of screams continued to come from the surroundings, and those flesh and blood began to separate from their host, and then gathered in the same direction.

Pieces of flesh and blood gathered on the city wall with fire, and reassembled the shape of the Fujian wolf. It's just that at the moment he is in the flames, constantly struggling.

"Don't struggle, it's already a dead thing, why should you care?"

Suzaku's voice came in an understatement, but it didn't seem like he was talking to Minlang.

Maybe... it's a warning to the devil of the devil world behind the Fujian wolf.

In the next instant, the Min Lang, who was struggling in agony, was motionless, letting the flames burn himself clean.

Not surprisingly, the devil should have escaped, right?

The flame didn't go out just like that, but it was sucked away by something~

Judging from the shape of the flame when it disappeared, the direction should be the gate of the demon world!

The place was quiet.

The surviving Demon Immortals all know that the fire of Nanli must be looking for the right master.

I really thought that if a puppet died, is it over?

Suzaku's figure just hovered in mid-air, as if waiting for something.

Under the coercion of the burning sky, everyone present did not dare to move, and could only accompany them and wait together.

Suzaku!

This is a living Suzaku!

The four Immortal Kings couldn't help but step back, for fear that the Suzaku would find it unpleasant to see the ghostly energy on his body, so he burned himself directly.

The other Demon Immortals were also trembling, but the cultivators who survived were slightly better off. After all, for them, the four Immortal Kings are already unattainable existences. For them living at the foot of the mountain, what is the difference between Mount Everest or Mount Tai?

The time for a cup of tea passed, and a charred body came from the gate of the demon world, wrapped in flames and fell in front of Suzaku.

"Hey, it burns so clean~"

Immediately, with a wave of Suzaku's wings, he swept the corpse to Yingluo's eyes, "Here, another greeting!

Wreaths:

The last meeting ceremony was Lei Jiechi, this time is the corpse of a Demon Lord?

"Thank you, Senior Suzaku."

The charred body looked like a piece of charcoal, and only the pure demonic energy that circulated could prove that it was the corpse of an immortal.

What else can I say, people say it's a gift, that's it.

"Well, I'll go first, remember to show my merit to the master.

Seeing Yingluo's sensible appearance, Suzaku nodded with satisfaction, and after saying this, she fluttered her wings and prepared to leave.

"Wait, this smell...

Suzaku's body that was ready to fly instantly stopped in place, and it seemed to smell a familiar smell.

With the sound of a cry, Suzaku's figure stayed in front of the magic city, and a pair of wings spread directly.

That monstrous flame baptized everything, but it was not for burning.

The city wall made of lapis lazuli was lifted into the air together with the entire city, and the situation in the city was revealed to everyone.

vomit!"

The surviving monks looked at the scene in front of them and could not help but bend over and start to vomit. The other monks who were blushing and white trying to hold back were also stimulated by their companions to vomit.

What is this situation?

Full of... maggots?

Twisted human body, devil insects everywhere.

That damned guy, really fed these people's souls to the magic circle, and he has to use his body as well.

The Demon Sect is gone.

However, this annihilation method made Yingluo unhappy.

Suzaku originally didn't feel anything about such a situation, but, looking at Yingluo's face, he casually burned all of this, and the earth was clean.

That fiery red figure was flying in midair, what was it looking for? When everyone was puzzled, the ferret artifact was grinning.

emmmmm......

It heard!

877 Suzaku kept mumbling in his mouth: "It's obviously the breath of that guy Xiao Jiu, where is it hiding?!"

ashamed.

After it became an artifact spirit, is it not as sensitive to the breath as before? It actually didn't feel the black dragon.

"Noisy!"

There was an angry roar from the ground, and a black dragon figure rushed out, angrily meeting the Vermillion Bird in mid-air.

From the crack on the ground, it can be seen that a luxurious dragon hall has been built underground! This... a real dragon?

The four Immortal Kings felt that their brains were not enough.

Originally, they thought that by virtue of their Immortal King-level strength, they were enough to run amok in the human world, but the seniors in Daqingshan are not counted, and they are both Vermillion Birds and real dragons. Is this human world so dangerous?

Ling Fengyi's legs were a little weak, in order to avoid a more embarrassing situation, he sat directly on the ground.

"call one"

Mother Earth!

With the support of the earth, Ling Fengyi felt that his lost soul had come back.

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