The villain is begging for mercy online

"No, A Yuan." He suddenly opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists and slammed the barrier hard, his tone changed.

Fragments of the novel kept flashing in my mind, and an important node paused in front of my eyes-the missing former Demon Lord, the infatuated species who was only one line away from ascension.

He is infatuated, but also cruel, except for facing the female cultivator he loves the most, he once slaughtered tens of thousands of people, sucked soul fragments and mixed with essence energy to become a god in one fell swoop.

In order to achieve the goal by any means, it can be said to be a weapon of cultivation without emotion.

The more I think about it, the greater the sense of panic in my heart becomes. Although I suspect that the male lead may have some kind of blood relationship with the former Demon Lord, but according to the degree of ruthlessness of that person, he may not take this so-called son seriously at all.

Obviously, this conjecture is correct.

The sensitive five senses played an important role at this time, and the sounds of the clash of swords and the tearing of flesh and blood pierced into the ears.

It was also mixed with Murong Jiao's exclamation: "Protect the Lord—"

Soon everything fell into silence, which was enough to drive anyone crazy, including Ye Junxuan who had finally listened intently.

After a few moments, his right hand slowly touched Xuanyun Sword, and he circulated his whole body's spiritual power to forcibly improve his cultivation.

He clearly knows how much this will hurt him, but the current situation really does not allow him to consider the pros and cons.

The cultivation base quickly climbed steadily, and the dazzling blue-white light overflowed the entire protective cover, and the overflowing spiritual power dispelled the magic energy and shattered the layers.

The young man's body rose in the light, his exquisite and beautiful facial features looked extraordinarily beautiful, the cinnabar mole between his brows gleamed, and he dodged to the place where Murong Jiao spoke while holding the sword kneading formula.

The scene in front of him almost made him unable to maintain his composure.

The thick bloody smell almost permeated the entire Demon Palace, and the majestic and powerful coercion hit, and there were almost no people standing in the arena.

Ye Junxuan looked around, and then took a closer look before he was able to leave Ling Chenyuan in the corner.

He was half-kneeling on the bluestone, his long and narrow peach-blossom eyes were half-hanging, and there were gurgling bloodstains from the end of the eyes, and a fist-sized hole was pierced from the lower abdomen to the back.

The already fair skin was now as transparent as paper, and the whole body almost lost its vitality.

At this time, the culprit was sitting leisurely on a huge ornate seat not far away. His appearance was somewhat similar to Ling Chenyuan's, but it was only his appearance.

The auras of the two are completely different. If you look at it suddenly, you will only think that the man in front of you with a smile in his eyes and a small dagger in his hand is a gentle and decent cultivator.

He was wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, his hair was tied high with a jade hairpin, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

Seeing that Ye Junxuan was still serious and calm, it seemed as if he knew he would come.

"You are Ying Yujun?"

"What a smart kid..."

The two actually started a nonsensical conversation, but no one knew how much pressure Ye Junxuan was under.

The great power of the demons who ascended in one step can crush people who only use a little strength to use kung fu.

But the other party didn't move, and even stood up politely, expressed friendliness with his eyes, and asked honestly: "Did you come to stop me?"

Ye Junxuan's heart beat like a drum, and it was obviously just a simple sentence, the hairs on his back stood on end.

What does this sentence imply?

"I... I'm here to save people." The trembling voice betrayed himself, and everyone who was alive was sweating for the boy.

Ying Yujun was silent, stared at the person in front of him for a long time, and said: "Then take it away, why should you be so afraid?"

Brother, what do you say?Why am I afraid, please clean up the dead people on the ground and ask this calmly, please?Thanks! !