"The villain learned that he is a demon immortal master with an eight-round soul ring and fifty-eighth soul power.
"A kind of arrogant and domineering look. In front of the unified army, he is just the same as before, a useless mediocre person."
Originally, Ye Duoduo's soul power level was one soul ring higher than Yang Hong's.
I really don’t know if the Taixu Illusion Realm Nether Dragon Clan can cultivate such magicians as elite.
Even a useless mediocre person has become a demon master, but he is still a demon master!
"It's just that, in my eyes, you are not even a teacher."
Ye Duoduo smiled.
He was very disgusted with Yang Hong.
These are all personal grudges accumulated over the years.
When Ye Duoduo meets him, can she give him a good look?
Ye Duoduo was not polite at all when talking to Yang Hong, the leader of the Black Evil Army.
Yang Hong's handsome face gradually showed a hint of solemnity.
He stared at Ye Duoduo with gloomy eyes.
There is always a hint of soul-fighting enthusiasm in his eyes.
Ye Duoduo's expression did not change in the face of Yang Slovak's cold eyes.
Looking directly at the other party, the same spirit-fighting fervor arose in his dark eyes.
Two wisps of majestic and rich soul energy slowly spread out.
Faintly, there is also a hint of soul-fighting fanaticism.
If two people meet unfriendlyly and provoke a fierce spirit fight, each other's spirit will be damaged or destroyed.
"Yang Hong——"
Ye Xianxian mentally sensed the faint fighting spirit in his eyes.
Her pretty face was slightly cold, and she shouted harshly.
Ye Xianxian scolded sternly.
Yang Hong, the leader of the Black Evil Army, could not be negligent, so he had to retract his gaze, bow to Ye Xianxian and clasp his fists in salute.
Lowering his head slightly, his eyes were filled with the spirit-fighting fervor, which was getting stronger and stronger.
Ye Xianxian actually scolded him for Ye Duoduo.
Yang Hong was very angry.
This kind of rage, in front of Ye Xianxian, he would not dare to activate his soul power and provoke a fierce soul fight.
"Miss, the elders sent us out to give us a stern message that we must bring the lady back to the Taixu Illusion Realm Nether Dragon Clan as soon as possible."
"Don't delay the time. If someone blocks it and provokes a fierce soul fight, the soul will be injured and the soul will be destroyed."
Yang Hong cupped his fists in salute.
At the end of his words, an eerie look slowly drifted toward Ye Duoduo.
"Xianxian, are you leaving again?"
Ye Duoduo heard the meaning of the words and was stunned.
Ignoring Yang Hong's serious gaze, he looked at Ye Xianxian and frowned.
Ye Xianxian hesitated and nodded slightly.
The blood in her body is surging, and the people in the clan must be worried that she is outside.
If I don't go back this time, I'm afraid the magician sent next time will have a stronger soul power level.
When the time comes, when Ye Duoduo encounters such a magician, complications will inevitably arise, and undesirable things will happen.
Ye Xianxian moved lightly and stopped in front of Ye Duoduo.
Jade hands gently arranged the messy robes and whispered.
"This time, when I come out, I really can't stay too long, otherwise it will bring trouble to Brother Duoduo."
"When Brother Duoduo resolves the matter, he will come to Taixu Illusion Realm and the Nether Dragon Clan. Xianxian is waiting for you in Taixu Illusion Realm!"
Ye Duoduo stared at the pretty face in front of him, showing some attachment to the girl.
After a moment of silence, he nodded slowly.
He is not an unreasonable person.
Ye Xianxian always thinks of him. If he insists on having his own way, he will be very sorry.
"Wait for me, Xianxian."
Ye Duoduo ignored the people around him, held Ye's slender and jade-like wrist, and spoke softly.
A faint blush appeared on her elegant and pretty face.
Ye Xianxian gently tapped her snow-white chin.
"Let go, miss."
Yang Hong's eyes were red, and he felt jealous when he saw Ye Duoduo's particularly intimate movements with Ye Xianxian.
He almost lost his mind and started a fierce spiritual fight.
Regarding Ye Xianxian, Yang Hong has always regarded her as a goddess in his heart and does not allow others to interfere with her.
Today, the goddess in my heart is completely different from her usual indifference among the Nether Dragon Clan in Taixu Illusion Realm.
She showed her touching daughter-like feelings towards Ye Duoduo.
How could Yang Hong endure this? He became furious like a monster.
"Yang Hong, please pay attention to your identity. It's not your turn to make a fuss about the young lady's affairs."
The old man in black robes' face darkened and he scolded angrily.
"Yang Hong is guilty."
Yang Hong's face trembled and he took a deep breath.
The redness in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Looking at Ye Duoduo, his eyes became increasingly cold and cold.
"Let's go!"
Ye Xianxian seemed not to hear.
He took a deep look at Ye Duoduo, took a step back, turned around and left.
Passing by Yang Hong, the elegant and pretty face had returned to coldness, and its calmness was a little turbulent, making Yang Hong clenched his fists.
Ye Xianxian suddenly frowned and looked at Yang Hong, who was already stiff and motionless.
Her pretty face was slightly cold, and she spoke in a deep voice.
"Yang Hong leads the army——"
Yang Hong took a deep breath, looked at Ye Duoduo with a sinister look, and slowly shook his head.
"Miss, please leave first. Yang Hong and the matters assigned by the elders have not been completed."
When Ye Xianxian heard this, her pretty face changed slightly.
Turning around suddenly, his cold and pretty eyes were focused on Yang Hong, word by word.
"I say, now, please leave Mulan City immediately."
Yang Hong gritted his teeth and shook his head again.
"Yang Hong, your courage is getting bigger and bigger."
The expression of the old man in black robe slowly turned gloomy.
The white-haired old man and the black-robed old man all took a step forward.
The terrifying rich soul energy directly enveloped Yang Hong.
The Black Evil Army and a dozen magicians looked at each other in shock when they saw the fierce soul fighting scene was about to begin.
Dare not speak.
Yang Hong is the leader of the Black Evil Army, and Ye Xianxian has a noble status in the clan.
At this time, the only option is to turn one eye or close one eye.
The old man in black robe and the old man with white hair, under the pressure of the terrifying and rich soul energy, Yang Hong's knees bent and he could only endure it.
His gloomy eyes stared at Ye Duoduo.
A chilling feeling.
The brother-sister relationship between Ye Xianxian and Ye Duoduo has turned into a child-daughter relationship. The more they scolded him, the more jealousy they felt in their hearts.
Jealousy almost made him lose his mind, and it had become blurry.
Si Xianxian and others frowned slightly when they saw this change.
Didn't say anything?
After all, it is not easy for them to interfere in the affairs of the Nether Dragon Clan in Taixu Illusion Realm.
Yang Hong resents Ye Duoduo out of love and jealousy.
She made up her mind that if this person got out of here and evacuated on his own, he would not provoke a fierce soul fight, and his soul would not be severely injured or even destroyed.
She understood that no matter how terrifying the Nether Dragon Clan in Taixu Illusion Realm was, at least Yang Hong could not yell in front of Ye Duoduo.
"Meng Lao, take him back."
Ye Xianxian's pretty face gradually turned cold and frosty.
The jade sleeves waved and a cold voice spoke.
"yes."
The old man in black robe and the old man with white hair immediately responded respectfully.
Step forward.
About to provoke a fierce spirit fight.
Yang Hong suddenly took two steps back.
In the palm of his hand, light flickered, and a palm-sized blood-red top order flashed out.
On the token, there are dragons and phoenixes dancing, and the word Taixu is painted on it.
"Gyro Order——"
When the two elders saw the blood-red top order, they stopped and their expressions suddenly changed.
