I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Ao Zhou threw down the unlucky Demon Cultivator in his hand, he turned around slowly, his voice almost came out of his throat, and asked, "Guangwen Daoist, both Venerable Spirit Turtle and Cheng Yangzi were killed by you." ?”

Ying Zhu: "Who?"

Ao Zhou repeated the name again and questioned word by word: "Are they all killed by you?"

"It's unheard of, they are all unknown people," Ying Zhu laughed, and his tone was arrogant and arrogant: "I have killed so many people under the knife, do I still have to remember whose head was beheaded?"

Taoist Guangwen, Venerable Linggui and Cheng Yangzi are all well-known figures in the cultivation world. No matter where they go, they are treated with courtesy, but in the eyes of Ying Zhu, they are just dead people not worth mentioning.

Ao Zhou was trembling with anger, and he and his friends brought up the past of drinking and talking in his mind one by one. The pain and hatred made him no longer able to control the recovery of blood vessels. White scales appeared on the back of his hands and neck, and his body continued to swell and burst. After taking off his clothes, he finally turned into a giant dragon with a thousand feet.

With a roar, the color of the world changed, and the demon cultivators panicked and fled in embarrassment. The white dragon opened its eyes wide and roared, revealing its bloody mouth: "I want your blood to pay—"

The dragon body can be called the most powerful creation in the cultivation world. Its physical body is strong enough to withstand the crushing of spatial disorder and aura. Dragons are aggressive by nature. Because of this, the ancient dragon clan gradually died out due to internal fighting, leaving only the descendants of the dragon clan who swallowed the dragon blood Survive to this day.

More than 1000 years have passed since the dragon appeared in the world.

Qianlong's body is so huge that it stretches for thousands of miles. Under his body, the whole demon city seems small, not worth mentioning.

Ying Zhu's desire to kill was instantly ignited. He opened his palm, and a red, bloodthirsty heavy knife appeared in his palm. This knife drank the blood of countless people, and the blood stains on it would never fade.

He reversed his big palm and inserted the blade straight into the ground. The surface of the ground suddenly cracked, and the raging fire spread along the cracked ground. One after another exploded and died, but Ying Zhu was extremely impatient: "It's really noisy."

Ying Zhu was born to be scorched by fire. The fire like lava burns his heart all the time. Only by Rong Huai's side can he find a moment of peace. I was so irritable that I really wanted to burn everything in the world... only him and Rong Huai were left.

The tail of the dragon swings in the air, and the strong wind blows up the powder and sand. It opens its mouth and spits out the hot dragon's breath. The candle does not dodge or dodge. out.

A sad and painful dragon chant echoed in the world.

The dragon was born half-body into the immortal, and is the supreme existence in the world. A single dragon is enough to turn the entire cultivation world upside down, but now he was beheaded and tailed off after only half a round under Ying Zhu's hands.

The Demon Lord is truly terrifying.

"Roar——" Accompanied by a painful cry, the dragon's head, which was maintaining a ferocious roar and twisted face, rolled to the ground.The thousand-foot-long dragon body also fell from mid-air. With a wave of Ying Zhu's arm, he ripped open the dragon's belly and pulled out a group of primordial spirits. Kneeling on the ground, shouting the name of the devil.

Rong Huai was sitting in front of the tea stand, surrounded by the enchantment of Yingzhu to protect the calm, not even a single drop of blood.

"Papa, papa——" Ying Zhu was spattered with blood on most of his body. Every step he took, it was like a rain of blood. He carried the dragon's soul and walked to the tea stand. Even the Demon Race had never seen such a scene before, trembling with fright, fell to their knees.

The system was even more frightened and did not dare to open its eyes: "Su, host, is it over!"

Rong Huai: "It's over."

Only then did the system hesitate to open its eyes, but when it saw the blood-stained Ying Zhu, it was so frightened that it closed it again.

Ying Zhu let go of his big palms, forming a ball the size of a slap. The white dragon, covered in ice and snow, was dying. He glared at the two of them. Unfortunately, his body, which was as thin as a small snake, made people feel no fear, and even seemed a little funny.

"This is Ao Zhou's primordial spirit?" Rong Huai squeezed the small white dragon's small horn, which was hard and sharp, and then reached out to rub his tail. Ao Zhou was so angry that he opened his mouth to bite him, but the primordial spirit did not have offensive power, and had no power. Tooth's mouth is like tickling Rong Huai.

"... Where are his teeth?"

Ying Zhu: "I pulled it out, it's just for fun, what do you want the tooth for?"

Ao Zhousheng fainted from the anger, and said with a smile: "..."

The system covered his face and collapsed, screaming in his heart, this is the peach blossom of the son of luck, now there is only one toothless primordial spirit left, have they been forced to go offline before they meet?

Rong Huai wrapped the fainted little white dragon around his wrist, and said to the tea stall owner, "Two more bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus soup."

"This osmanthus soup is pretty good." Rong Huai pulled Ying Zhu to sit down, "Sweet but not greasy, you should try it."

Seeing Rong Huai's smile, Ying Zhu's tyranny melted away. He sat down with his strength, put his arms around Rong Huai's arms again, buried his face in Rong Huai's neck and took a deep breath. Rong Huai asked him: "Smell What's the smell?"

"It smells like sweet-scented osmanthus," Ying Zhu said.

"Really?" Rong Huai let go of his clothes, lowered his head and sniffed, but he didn't smell anything. Instead, Ying Zhu's body smelled very bloody.

Ying Zhu also knew that he had a slight obsession with cleanliness, so he tore off his clothes with his backhand, and kissed Rong Huai's eyelids: "Would this be better?"

Rong Huai lightly pecked at the corner of his mouth: "Even if you are covered in blood, I don't hate it, as long as it's you..."

Ying Zhu held the big palm on his waist and exerted a slight force. At this time, the owner of the tea stall came over with two small bowls: "The sweet-scented osmanthus porridge is here—"

Rong Huai stood up from Ying Zhu's arms and sat across from her. The osmanthus porridge was crystal clear, and there were two whole osmanthus flowers frozen in it. It was icy and cool, and it melted in the mouth. It was very refreshing, slightly sweet, but not too sweet. It is greasy, and a thin layer of hawthorn is sprinkled on top. The slightly sour sweetness enriches the taste level.

"How?" Rong Huai asked.

Demons have no taste buds by nature, so they can't taste any taste. Ying Zhu saw that his face was full of anticipation, and couldn't bear to let him down, so he said, "...not bad."

"This bowl is for you," Rong Huai saw him gulping down his bowl, guessing that he didn't taste anything at all, so he pushed the untouched bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge in front of him to him , "Taste carefully."

Ying Zhu took a sip, but didn't swallow it. Instead, he put it in his mouth and sipped it. Rong Huai supported his chin and sat opposite him and asked, "How is it?"

"Well," Ying Zhu said, "It's really good."

"Just now I asked the boss for the recipe, and I will make it for you on your birthday?" Rong Huai asked with a smile.

Ying Zhu squeezed his chin, passed the sweet-scented osmanthus in his mouth, Rong Huai closed his eyes and swallowed it, Ying Zhu found a different kind of pleasure from this tasteless porridge: "Okay."

A bowl of porridge was unknowingly settled, Rong Huai pinched his fingers and said: "Ao Zhou is a descendant of the hermit family, and these hermit families pay the most attention to blood inheritance, and if his life card is broken, it will definitely attract revenge from others .”

"Hmph, let them come," Ying Zhu said with a smile on his lips, "The Demon Realm has a vast territory, and these graves are not bad."

Rong Huai just liked Ying Zhu's strong and arrogant personality, and was about to kiss Ying Zhu's face, when he saw a blur in front of his eyes, Ying Zhu had already brought him back to the bone spirit boat, and pressed him on the soft couch.

Xiao Fenghuang, who was sleeping with his head covered under the quilt, was startled awake. Apart from the two people he was familiar with, he also sensed a strange aura. All his feathers exploded.

Monster beasts are extremely disgusted with other monsters that break into their own domain, let alone a monster that is close to Rong Huai!Rong Huai can only be his master!

"Chirp—"

The little phoenix was so angry that he flapped his small wings and rushed up to ravage Ao Zhou Yuanshen. The little white dragon had just experienced a fierce battle and was dying. After he woke up, he found that the little phoenix pecked him from a high He had to fall, and he was almost smashed into a cake. Seeing that the little phoenix wanted to do the same trick again, he used his soft body to wrap around the wings of the little phoenix. In the end, the two of them rolled into a ball and fell to the ground, making a big noise. There was a sound.

"Get out," Ying Zhu threw the ball out of the door with a wave of his sleeves, and then imposed heavy restraints, then pressed his arms and peeled off layers of outer shirts.

Rong Huai's eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, he had nothing to support his whole body, only by clinging to his eyes would he not fall down.

Ying Zhu observed his expression, and everything outside was receding like the tide. He only saw the person in his arms, and Rong Huai's arms were tightly clutching his shoulders. Because of too much force, his fingertips even got embedded in the in the meat.

But driven by the raging flames in Ying Zhu's chest, he didn't take this pain to heart at all.

"There's no need to look for Xinhu anymore, my heart already has the answer," Ying Zhu said hoarsely in Rong Huai's ear when he was confused, "Rong Rong, let's get married—"

—

The ruins of the magic city.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Ying Zhu was leaving with Rong Huai in his arms, Yuan Lingtian and his party seemed to have been pardoned, and walked out with lingering fears supporting each other.

Now the prosperous Demon Realm has been reduced to a piece of broken walls, wreckage and ruins all over the ground, the whole city is like sinking into the ground, the dragon's body has been ripped open, and the internal organs inside have been taken away by the demon cultivators long ago, leaving only the huge dragon's body. The torso was brutally displayed in front of everyone.

The dragon's remains are used to forge spiritual weapons, which must be above the heavenly rank, and they are rare. Even though they know it is immoral, they still don't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Then it didn't take long for them to get discouraged.

"I can't help it. I have already used the hardest cold iron in the world to cut it, but look, there is not even a single scratch left." The disciple of Qixiu was dejected.

It is really tormenting to not get this kind of feeling with such treasures of heaven and earth in front of you.

This is like a huge sum of money dropped from the sky, and it is in front of you, but you can't take it away.

Yuan Lingtian and others tried various methods, but they couldn't cut the dragon scales and take out the keel bones, which made them even more horrified at Ying Zhu's strength.

Thinking of the scene just now, this group of famous disciples still felt trembling, "What should we do? I have never heard that the Demon Lord is so powerful. Where can we find his weakness?"

"Even the dragon is not his all-in-one enemy. If we send it up, it may not even count as a dish..."

"The Demon Lord is invincible."

"Continuing to stay in Demon Realm is just sending death for nothing."

Under such a blow, several people naturally flinched, and a clear laughter suddenly sounded, and everyone shuddered and looked over, but a strange smile appeared on Ji Yunmin's delicate face, and there was a smile in his eyes. Flashing with excitement: "Didn't we already find it?"

He said softly: "The weakness of the devil—"

"Holding up.",