Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

When Ning Xiyuan received the communication talisman from Shen Shiwei, he had already arrived at the main city area of ​​the Demon Realm.

The tall and majestic palace is mainly dark in color, with pointed roofs and thick walls. It spreads out to the bottom of the mountain. From a distance, it looks like a dirty swamp.

Ning Xiyuan gently gathered the loose hair around her ears and looked at the Demon Palace with a cold look in her eyes.

A feeling of oppression and suffocation comes over you in front of such a huge monster.

It makes people feel uncontrollably irritated.

Ning Xiyuan stood in front of the palace and paused slightly.

The boy who had been following her silently and mechanically suddenly grabbed her hand.

The burning temperature spread across the palms of my hands.

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Inside the palace, on Tai Chi Square.

The Demon Lord sat on a high place.

Several princes knelt in a row in the square.

"I...I report that the Left Commander is Yan Tingyun's man!" The third prince spoke tremblingly, almost screaming out loud.

As soon as he finished speaking, a nail as long as his forearm flew out from the man's shoulder, and blood spurted everywhere.

But the third prince breathed a sigh of relief.

Soul-killing nail.

Six soul-destroying nails were nailed into each person's body.

If it is not taken out in time, the person will die within an hour.

The opportunity given by the Demon Lord is to reveal a piece of evidence of someone else's guilt and pull out a nail.

Yan Tingyun was not surprised by the third prince's accusation.

He gritted his teeth, his lowered eyes filled with hatred.

It's ridiculous.

Seeing them exposing each other, that old immortal must feel very happy.

But they are like fish on the chopping board. At least for now, if they want to survive, they have no choice but to kill each other.

"Demon Lord."

Suddenly, another completely unfamiliar voice appeared.

The clear sound is like a stream flowing in the mountains.

Several people looked up at once.

For them, this atmosphere between life and death really needs some change.

Even if it is tiny, it can give them a glimpse of the vitality.

"This is..."

Yan Su was suddenly stunned.

He looked up and was able to see the girl's profile.

The red teardrop mole is extremely dazzling, like a mark left by the purest blood.

Looks familiar.

He seemed to have seen it somewhere.

yes....

Yan Su’s eyes widened.

Come to think of it, this girl and Yan Qian'an's daughter look exactly like two peas in a pod.

He guessed it.

This person is Yan Qian’an’s fiancée.

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, still leaning back in his chair in a relaxed manner.

But when his eyes fell on Yan Qi'an behind Ning Xiyuan, a deep displeasure appeared in his eyes.

"idiot."

"I don't understand why I killed a person."

The Demon Lord spoke, his tone full of sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

Yan Qi'an...

The puppet he values ​​most and the sharp sword he admires most.

actually...

He can't even handle a teenage girl.

What a disappointment.

"you..."

Ning Xiyuan's curse words circled around his lips before he swallowed them back.

It's tiring to scold him.

The God-Slaying Sword flew out of his hand, and thirteen phantoms formed in the air.

The Demon Lord frowned: "Taixu Sword Formation."

The Liuyun Sect only teaches swordsmanship to its disciples.

A sword, the rest are all shadows.

Just tell the real sword.

It's just a trifle.

This thought lasted only a moment, because the sword was like a meteor and was right in front of him in an instant.

The Demon Lord sneered.

Tell the real from the fake at a glance.

Just a small avoidance.

In fact, it was just a transformation into a spirit, so it would be okay for him to take it on forcefully.

But he just wanted to avoid it. He wanted to undermine the girl's self-confidence.

Even after practicing sword skills for more than ten years, I couldn't even hurt him.

Psychologically crushed...

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

Eleven times in a row, each sword pierced through the Demon Lord's body.

In an instant, blood floated in the air.

After blood type, there is inexplicable splendor.

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an behind him and took two steps forward.

She suppressed her disgust for the smell and said coldly, "It's not the Taixu Sword Formation."

So it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or false.

The girl's voice was still a little childish.

But at this moment, he has become the focus of the whole audience.

Yan Su held back a curse word, his eyes full of disbelief.

How powerful is the Demon Lord.

Probably the pinnacle of the Supreme Realm.

Not to mention killing...even injuring the skin and fur has been rare in the past thousand years.

"Damn it!"

The Demon Lord's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Blood was still splattering from the wound, but the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the power of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord clenched his right fist, and black demonic energy surged and gathered, and in an instant the sky and the earth became dark.

"boom!"

The demonic energy whistling past was like a strong wind.

It contains the wrath of nature, and wants to crush everything mercilessly.

The girl stood between heaven and earth, looking exceptionally petite in front of the huge demonic energy.

The sword of the God-Slaying Sword was swung, and golden light shone everywhere, splitting and cutting the darkness until the army was completely defeated.

"clang!"

The strong wind lifted the girl's long hair, causing several princes who were kneeling on the ground to fall to one side or the other.

but...

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the Sword of God-Slaying shattered the evil energy.

The girl's figure seemed to be born with light, attracting everyone's attention in the darkness.

Too fast, too close.

The Sword of God-Slaying is right before your eyes.

The Demon Lord was shocked, but had to block it again.

He waved his hand to gather demonic energy but was nearly cut in half by the God-Slaying Sword.

Then it immediately turned into a ball of black mist and left its original position.

Ning Xiyuan slashed the air with his sword, but it stopped where it was.

This time, she stood on the steps and looked down at the surprised man.

"You've lived so long, old man."

"I think you deserve to die too."

Ning Xiyuan raised his chin slightly, and there was murderous intent in his voice.

There was a moment of silence, which shocked everyone.

So...strong.

Some of those kneeling on the ground even straightened their bodies subconsciously.

The Demon Lord has always been able to plan and strategize, and his strength is unmatched.

Having lived for tens of millions of years, all their tricks and plans were easily seen through.

In front of the Demon Lord, they are just clowns.

But the girl was standing on a high platform at this time, and she suppressed the Demon Lord's momentum.

Although the Demon Lord was only slightly injured.

But they had never seen the Demon Lord in such an embarrassing state.

"This is Yan Qi'an's fiancée."

Yan Su said in a low voice.

Yan Tingyun rolled his eyes.

Needless to say!

Yan Qian'an himself was standing there, and one could guess what was going on with one's toes.

"You ignorant boy, you are looking for death!"

The Demon Lord clenched his fists tightly, and demonic energy surrounded him, like a burning flame, crackling and igniting the surrounding air.

Furious.

A mere deity actually dares to challenge his authority!

Damn!

The sin deserves death.

Even being torn into pieces would not be enough to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Ning Xiyuan had a faint smile on his face, but it was cold and did not reach his eyes.

Too many damn people.

The Demon Lord must be one of them.

Ning Xiyuan formed a seal with one hand, and an ice-blue magic circle quickly took shape in mid-air.

The cold wind raged, freezing the entire world in the blink of an eye.

The Demon Lord drew the long sword from his waist, but the girl's figure approached him again.

Strong.

Even he had to admit it.

The sixteen-year-old girl in front of him was even stronger than those old men in the cultivation world.

but....

You underestimated him.