The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"You don't think that I really plan to ambush the Master of Zhitian Pavilion with you, right?" Therefore, after the sneak attack failed, the Holy Master of Xuantian Peak looked at him like a dead person.

"——I never thought that it would be so easy to kill him.

"The young man's clothes are like ink, and there is a brisk smile between his raised eyebrows: "Whether it is success or failure.

From the beginning to the end, my purpose is just to expose him from behind the scenes to the front, and make you realize how terrible this person is.

"The expression of the Holy Master of Xuantian Peak gradually changed, and he suddenly realized the meaning of Yan Weilou's words.

Sometimes, being powerful beyond common sense and incomprehensible is a sin.

The cultivation strength displayed by the master of the Zhitian Pavilion may not be enough to make people wary, but the exhaustive strategy is enough to make people fearful.

In fact, to understand the meaning of Yan Weilou's words, even the Holy Master of Xuantian Peak, who always respected Mr. Mo, couldn't help but think deeply.

If one day this person whose actions were all predicted was him... He helplessly realized that deep down in his heart, he was subconsciously wary of Mr. Mo.

For a moment, his eyes looking at Yan Weilou were filled with inexplicable fear.

It was indeed a demonic way. A few simple words had shaken his state of mind... This man was too terrifying! And that clear voice with a smile still sounded unhurriedly, and in everyone's ears, it was full of irresistible bewitchment.

"...Now, is it me, the so-called evil demon from outside the world, who is more of a threat, or is the master of the Zhitian Pavilion more worthy of vigilance?" There was a silence in response to him.

The answer is already obvious.

Gods and humans are already otherworldly. If the common people are overthrown, how can they be kings? On the contrary, it is an omniscient "god", which is even more annoying to them.

Now that they are wary of the master of Zhitian Pavilion, Yan Weilou, who made the other party so eager to kill him, is naturally no longer their enemy.

...at least not yet.

But the right way is to be shameless after all.

It is a bit embarrassing to ask them to turn against Yan Weilou and let go of this "extraterrestrial evil spirit who will bring trouble to China".

Looking at everyone's expressions, Yan Weilou laughed: "It seems that you all agree with the proposal conveyed by Xiaoyao Louzhu before?" "...There is no enmity between you and me, and the cause this time is just Zhitian. It’s just a word from the Pavilion Master.

Who knows whether his calculation is accurate? I also said that he was seeking personal revenge.

” Having an extremely accurate grasp of the psychology of these so-called righteous people, Yan Weilou opened his mouth and gave them an excuse to stop, making their expressions visibly relax.

“As for the personal grievances between me and the master of Zhitian Pavilion, let us resolve it ourselves.

" - Yan Weilou's purpose has never been to make these people defect and become his allies. The barrier between good and evil cannot be crossed.

The goal he hopes to achieve is to get others to withdraw from this drama directed by the master of Zhitian Pavilion, and it is enough to achieve a situation where the two parties cannot help each other.

Seeing that the tense atmosphere before was becoming less and less tense, the Holy Master of Xuantian Peak could no longer care about the entanglement in his heart. He said urgently: "No!" "The outsiders of the Demon Sect are dangerous and cunning. You must not trust them! The great calamity of China." As heavenly beings, do you want to disregard the common people in the world for your own selfish desires?" He looked serious and used his usual upright and awe-inspiring tone.

Since its establishment, Xuantian Peak has prided itself on protecting the entire world, and it is not just a pretense.

Each of their disciples has been brainwashed since childhood, and sincerely regards himself as the master of the world, and has the responsibility to judge what is good and evil, and to equalize the world.

Since Xuan Tianfeng's strength is there, others are willing to praise them as long as they don't go too far.

But this time no one agreed.

The Holy Master of Xuantian Peak: "..." He made a declaration that was almost second-rate, but no one praised him, and the atmosphere became inexplicably awkward.

An increasingly bad premonition made him nervous, and he looked around calmly.

Only then did he realize that, including Yan Weilou, the other people looked at him with extremely meaningful looks.

……not good! He suddenly became aware of the danger.

If these people are determined to stand on the opposite side of Zhitian Pavilion, then his existence as the spokesman for the master of Zhitian Pavilion will be extremely annoying.

Sure enough, Pei Buying suddenly sighed softly: "Brother Yan, I'm offended.

" Before the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak, who finally had a surname, had time to say anything, Pei Buming took a step forward. He was dressed like a fairy in a blue scholar's uniform, and the movements of his hands were also extremely elegant, but there was something hidden in the elegance. A chilling murderous intent.

The illusory scroll was flying in the air, and a small word "mountain" burst out from the scroll. It was as small as a mosquito at first, and finally as big as a mountain. It hit him head-on, and the air around him felt overwhelmed. The sound of breaking through the sky.

Then a small "fire" popped out, causing meteors all over the sky to fall together, and the crimson flame illuminated the entire alien space.

His shot was like a signal.

The other people also followed suit, and the endless martial arts images turned into endless phantoms, almost swallowing up the Holy Master of Xuantian Peak.

Of course, Yan Weilou would not let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury. He chuckled and drew out his long knife casually.

The long and narrow blade was unsheathed with a clang, like a pool of clear moonlight flowing through the eyes of the young man, reflecting a pair of deep and indifferent eyes, and a faint smile in the eyes.

In an instant, the enemy and the friend were exchanged.

The actions of the people have already shown their determination.

The Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak no longer said nonsense, and also drew out the long sword. The aura around him was boiling, as if a round of illusory sun was rising slowly.

He went up to meet them.

As a celestial saint, he has his own pride. Since these people have made their choice, he will not waste his lips and words any more.

In addition, the surrounding space has been blocked, so he can't escape even if he wants to.

Then there is only one way! After all, this world is based on strength.

The alien space was violently turbulent again, and various colors of light collided with each other, causing an amazing explosion.

It was also one against five. Before, Yan Weilou even had the strength to fight back, but the strength of the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak was difficult to even barely support.

Just after a hundred moves, his aura became obviously disordered, and his face gradually turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

"Ahem! Mr. Mo is very smart, and all your plots have been predicted by him..." With a muffled grunt, he suddenly flew backwards without knowing who attacked him.

After finally staggering to a stop in mid-air, he raised his head with a sullen face.

"...Don't force me."

Before, he didn't know why Mr. Mo suddenly gave him a treasure in the name of reward, and specifically told him that it could only be used in a life-and-death crisis, because once used, half of his blood and energy would be consumed.

But now... he already understood everything.

The other party must have expected all this.

Thinking of the price of consuming half of his blood and energy, the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak still hoped to persuade these people to stop, so as to avoid both sides being injured in the end, and no one would get anything good.

Unfortunately, he was responded by another knife light.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Blood dripped from the blade, and Yan Weilou casually flicked it away.

His expression suddenly changed slightly, and then his body suddenly retreated backwards.

He was like a big black bird, flying backwards hundreds of meters in an instant, his eyes fixed on the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak, and his pupils suddenly shrank.