Jiang Yunchen stuck the fragment of the mirror in his palm. The sharp fragment cut the skin of his palm, and blood dripped continuously, but he didn't care.
In front of him is the huge and terrifying Demon King, and behind him is the eighth-grade sword pointing at the sky. The fourth-grade him sandwiched between them is so small, yet so shocking.
No one knows how Jiang Yunchen can withstand the pressure of big boss fights and move freely through them.
All they knew was that this fourth-grade monk stepped on the Demon King's forehead, causing the Demon King to roar, and the powerful black energy swallowed him up instantly!
——"It's over, it's over!"
——"Hmph, you're a low-level cultivator from Fuxi Mountain. Why are you trying to show off? It's time to stop."
I don't know which casual cultivator said this, but it immediately attracted the glares of countless Fuxi Mountain disciples!
The casual cultivator still didn't admit his mistake, and said with a pinched neck: "Don't you want to hear the truth? If you have the guts, you should go and fight the devil! If you don't have the ability, why go and give it away for nothing..."
Before he finished speaking, the boy in white with black devilish aura emerged from his cocoon!
At the same moment, Zhao Yisu was caught by Master Rongyue in the black energy.
Even though Master Rongyue had dug out the inner elixir, he still relied on the fact that he was a seventh-grade person, and the opponent was only a fourth-grade person. He rushed forward without hesitation. The sixth-grade defensive talisman shattered instantly under her furious attack. Zhao Yisu also returned I didn't care about my heartache, I felt like my neck was about to be broken!
The seventh-grade master Rongyue held her throat tightly, his pupils turned a coquettish red, and even his words were stained with the devil's habit: "Death!"
Veins popped up on Zhao Yisu's forehead, and intense suffocation and pain were simultaneously transmitted to Jiang Yunchen who was high up.
Jiang Yunchen endured the pain, slowly raised his hand, and pointed the fragment of the magic-eating mirror at the Demon King's eyes; Zhao Yisu also raised her hand, and a fragment was stuck in her palm. She raised her palm and used the fragment to shine at the molten king. Yue Zhenren’s eyes!
The Demon King and the real person Melting Moon were each captured by the fragments, and their spiritual consciousness became a little wandering. This extremely short moment was accurately captured by their opponents!
The Tingyun Sword was raised and aimed at the Demon King's head. With one move of the sword, a strong wind raged!
The devil wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He actually saw his extremely frightened face in the mirror!
At the moment when the Stopping Cloud Sword fell, Jiang Yunchen turned around the Demon King and flashed behind the Demon King. The huge Stopping Cloud Sword pierced the Demon King's forehead, penetrated the Demon King's head and then passed out from the base of his skull. The tip of the sword Stabbed into the demon-eating mirror that appeared behind its head.
The fragments of the mirror were like a small puddle, gently wrapping the sword tip, so soft that even Li Tingyun didn't feel anything strange about the sword tip. From his point of view, he thought he accidentally injured Jiang Yunchen who flew behind the Demon King, because Jiang Yunchen's palm had also been penetrated by the sword.
But Jiang Yunchen seemed quite calm, because he knew that Li Tingyun's sword just passed through his palm, penetrated into the magic-eating mirror, and smashed the back of the devil's head inside.
The world seemed to freeze in an instant.
Everyone saw that the Demon King's body began to collapse from the place where it was pierced by the Cloud Stop Sword. Pieces of black air fell from high altitudes. The Demon King's huge body gradually fell apart as it collapsed.
The black air fell down, but it no longer had the same burning sensation as before. It just scattered lightly on the ground, leaving scorched black marks.
Everyone was immersed in the sudden situation and did not react until someone shouted: "The devil is dead!"
The monks just woke up from a dream, and violent cheers erupted from the ground, almost overturning the entire Juling Mountain!
——"Win! We won!"
——"The devil is dead, no need to run away!"
——"Look, what is that?"
Someone pointed toward the sky.
More people then saw that when the Demon King was defeated to his body, two figures gradually emerged from the black air.
——"It's Master Rongyue and Zhao Yisu!"
The body of Master Rongyue still maintained the position of holding Zhao Yisu's neck, but his whole body had turned into a mummy, with his clothes hanging loosely on the skeleton, and even started to disintegrate when blown by the wind.
Zhao Yisu was struggling to open her finger bones and save his poor neck from her hands.
"Click!"
This sound was probably the result of Zhao Yisu breaking Master Rongyue's finger bones. In short, she could finally bend down, cover her neck and start coughing violently: "Cough cough cough..."
Every time she coughed, Zhao Yisu felt that her already fragile throat bones were about to be shattered, but she really couldn't stop coughing on her own.
Just when her eyes were red from coughing, a thick and warm spiritual energy traveled into her chest and soothed her difficult breathing.
Zhao Yisu finally took a breath and saw Jiang Yunchen's figure next to him through his tearful eyes.
This face of hers had a look that would captivate an entire nation. Adding a touch of tears and weakness, Jiang Yunchen suddenly felt a softness in his heart.
However, before he could figure out the soft meaning, he heard the tearful beauty say something to him: "The spoils of war are mine."
The voice was a little hoarse, but it revealed her unique stubbornness.
Jiang Yunchen lowered his head and saw Zhao Yisu gently opening his hand, holding a fiery red inner elixir inside.
"Rongyue Zhenren's?"
"She wanted to blow herself up, but she didn't have time..." Zhao Yisu said something with difficulty, indicating that his throat was sore. He didn't want to say anything more, and held the inner elixir in his palm with his backhand.
Jiang Yunchen: "A monk cannot take away a monk's inner elixir. If outsiders find out, they will definitely..."
Before he could finish speaking, panic appeared in Zhao Yisu's eyes.
How can I make it cheaper for others when I work so hard to get something? !
She subconsciously put the elixir into the depths of the spiritual sea, thinking that it would be safer to hide it here than in the storage bag.
"You!" Jiang Yunchen wanted to stop him in time, but his outstretched hand was caught by Zhao Yisu's backhand.
It wasn't that Zhao Yisu wanted to catch him, but after the fiery red inner elixir was thrown into the spiritual sea, she felt a strong burning pain. The pain caused her to lose her balance and fall from a high altitude. She subconsciously grabbed Jiang Yunchen, who was closest to her.
Jiang Yunchen was dragged down by her and fell a few meters. He regained his balance, put his arm around her waist, and started flying again.
The same burning pain from the spiritual sea had passed through Zhao Yisu and reached his body.
"There's really nothing I can do against you." When Jiang Yunchen said this, his eyebrows were quite relaxed.
He looked around, chose a direction to fly towards the depths of Juling Mountain, and when he passed by Li Tingyun, he whispered: "Do me a favor, she is about to be promoted."
Li Tingyun didn't answer. He still used magic to collect the black energy that was escaping everywhere without raising his head.
Jiang Yunchen didn't intend to listen to his answer, so he flew into the depths of Juling Mountain with Zhao Yisu and disappeared completely.
Li Tingyun then raised his head and muttered: "You brat, you actually asked me, an eighth-grade girl, to be the guardian of a girl who was promoted to fourth grade. What a big tone. It's so natural. Am I your master or the head of your family?!"
Despite the scolding, he still threw a barrier to protect them in the direction where the two disappeared.
After throwing it away, he looked at his hands bitterly: "I have cheap hands!"
