My brother is so cunning.

Huang Tianhua was struggling and unable to resist. He was cut by the scimitar and had several wounds on his body. He was about to collapse.

The Rakshasa woman was terrified and said quickly: "Boss, the coolie you tricked is going to be killed. Are we just going to watch him die?"

The Shadow Warrior's Stand was not panicked at all. After all, its personality was just made up of code, and it had a sense of relaxation far beyond that of carbon-based creatures.

Seeing that her boss was indifferent, the Rakshasa woman became even more impatient. She racked her brains to think of a solution and said, "Boss, why don't you lend me the banana fan? I will go to help and blow the demon away with a fan."

"Banana fan?" The shadow warrior finally reacted and said with difficulty, "Unfortunately, I didn't bring it with me. You won't use the excuse of cheating the treasure to get the banana fan and run away, right?"

The Rakshasa woman's eyes flickered and she smiled awkwardly, "How is it possible? My loyalty to the company is known to all the world..."

The two spectators who were not involved were still arguing. Huang Tianhua on the battlefield finally reached his limit. He was hit on the shoulder by the demon with a knife, leaving a hideous wound and his body was almost split in half.

Huang Tianhua screamed and fell to the clouds. The great supernatural power of the three heads and six arms dissipated and fell to the ground, dying.

The demon king raised his head and roared to the sky. The six arms held the scimitars and raised them together. He was about to pounce from the sky and give him a fatal blow.

"My life is over!"

Huang Tianhua's eyes were wide open, and his immortal power was too much. He was unable to get up. He could only watch the blade approaching him and roared: "This time, I must have been deceived by Wen Rui again. He is using his merits as bait to lure the devil to kill me and avenge the betrayal of Shang!"

Lying on the ground, Huang Tianhua turned his head with difficulty and looked at the transport ship where Wen Rui was, with a last glimmer of hope in his heart.

He hoped that he had misunderstood Wen Rui. At the critical moment, Wen Rui would not abandon him and there must be a way to rescue him from this dead end.

However, what he saw was that the transport ship suddenly accelerated, so fast that it tore through the space and passed through the hexagonal space channel.

Just left him and ran away!

Huang Tianhua's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he was more and more convinced that he would wake up when he was about to die and figure out the truth.

Wen Rui, the remnant of Jiejiao, did not let go of his grudges at all. Instead, he plotted revenge and used a treacherous trick to trick himself into coming to the Demon Realm to die.

Huang Tianhua, the guardian of Ghost Gate, fell, and the vacant position was difficult to be promoted for a while. Wouldn't Ghost Gate be as good as undefended?

Wen Rui colluded with the demons again, and attacked Ghost Gate from inside and outside. The gates of the earth and the mortal world were wide open, and hundreds of millions of ghosts and monsters poured into the mortal world from Ghost Gate. At that time, the world was in chaos and the three realms were in turmoil. He would reap the benefits of the fisherman and hide in the dark to secretly assassinate his enemies.

The more Huang Tianhua thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and the more he regretted it.

But now, it seems that everything is too late. He has no power to resist. The demon's scimitar will fall in the next moment, cut him into pieces, and send him into reincarnation again.

Having made such a big mistake, I am afraid that even if I become a ghost, I will not be able to escape the blame. Not to mention reincarnation as a celestial being in the next life, it is already a mercy from the Jade Emperor if I don't go to hell.

"Wen Rui, you traitor! You deceived me so badly, I hate you so much, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

With nowhere to vent his resentment, Huang Tianhua let out his last roar.

"What are you yelling about!"

Wen Rui's voice rang in Huang Tianhua's ears: "It's just a moment late, why did your stinky brother curse?"

Huang Tianhua clearly saw the transport ship jump away, but he didn't expect that Wen Rui had used the great magical power of shrinking the earth to teleport silently and stand beside him at this moment.

In fact, the shadow warrior did escape with the Rakshasa woman, and the one who appeared next to Huang Tianhua now was Wen Rui's real body.

It happened so fast, and in a blink of an eye, the substitute and the real body completed the handover.

The demon king who had finished charging happened to swoop down from a high altitude. With the swing of his six arms, the flame blades intertwined to form a knife net, and it seemed that Wen Rui and Huang Tianhua were about to be drawn into the knife net and cut into pieces.

Wen Rui was not in a hurry. He raised his left hand and gently fanned the direction where the demon king was rushing.

This fan seemed to be as light as a mosquito, but when the action was completed, a strong wind blew, and a majestic and endless dark wind blew out from his palm.

The dark wind blew, and the burning flames on the demon head’s six scimitars were immediately extinguished, and the demon king’s pair of flesh wings were torn apart by the strong wind.

A huge hole was blown out of the wing membrane, and the bones at the connection between the flesh wings and the spine could not withstand the huge tearing force, and they were broken off.

The demon king, who was five meters tall and had muscles as thick as a giant bear, was like a mosquito caught in a tornado. His body involuntarily flew up and down in the turbulent wind, drawing a series of irregular flight trajectories.

When the gust of wind dissipated, the devil king who had lost his wings fell heavily to the ground.

The devil king's body was strong, so the fall was not heavy, but after being stirred by the turbulent wind just now, it was like putting an egg into a high-speed vibration sieve, and the yolk was almost shaken apart.

So much so that the devil king trembled and climbed up, opened his bloody mouth, and before he could roar, he vomited out the residue in his stomach mixed with internal organs.

"Jarvis, record the test parameters, and go back to optimize the model of the turbulent wind."

Wen Rui turned over his left palm, looked at the palm with surprise, and ordered Jarvis.

A banana fan magic pattern with a restoration degree of almost 100% appeared on the palm of his left hand.

After numerous tests, Wen Rui finally found the most suitable position for weaving magic patterns, which is his left palm.

The magic pattern of the banana fan cannot be too large, otherwise the output power of the Yin wind will be too strong, and the power cannot be controlled at all, and the body will definitely explode and die.

It cannot be tattooed on the right hand, because the left is Yin and the right is Yang. If the Yin and Yang attributes are reversed, there will be a bug and it will not work.

After consuming tens of thousands of clones and careful debugging, Wen Rui finally developed a sample magic pattern for actual combat, which is the one on his left palm.

After this magic pattern introduces the mixed primordial energy, the Yin wind it blows out is several levels lower than the real banana fan, and it cannot blow the opponent away for hundreds of thousands of miles.

But the advantage of reduced power is that the sensitivity of controlling the wind direction and turbulent form of the Yin wind is greatly improved.

The banana fan itself can only blow out directional Yin wind, but Wen Rui can change his hand gestures to fan out the wind direction vortex trajectory that can only be figured out by precise calculation of fluid mechanics formulas.

If you get caught in the turbulence, you will be like the devil who was hit, and your body will uncontrollably do super-high-speed Brownian motion in the whirlwind, causing great damage to your internal organs.

The devil got up and staggered for a long time before he woke up from the dizziness, regained his sense of balance, and rushed towards Wen Rui again.

Wen Rui raised his hand like Iron Man using a palm cannon, pointed his palm at the devil rushing over, took a quick look, and said: "Jarvis, record the parameters again, I want to test the power of the Banana Yinfeng Impact Cannon."