Chapter 767: Demon emperor

The sound of the long piano is accompanied by songs, like an old story, but if you listen carefully, you will find hidden murder. At least, the person who sings this song will never be human, and the high demon can morph the human form. This is Well-known things, and this kind of high-level demon who can play the piano and sing high songs must be extremely strong.
Chen Hang took the collapse gun and quickly retreated. He stayed at Shangqian's side and whispered: "Miss, let's go."
"go."
Shang Qian looked awkward.
Chen Hang pressed the voice very low: "The demon emperor came... It must be the demon emperor who has such an imposing manner. We don’t even have a holy martial art in this group of people. It will not be the opponent of the demon emperor. Here, it is just sitting still, let them stop here for a while, the subordinates fly with Missy a distance, and then leave behind the temple, Missy returns to the Imperial Capital along the original road, never come back to Lin."
"This... this can't be done..." Shang Qian said faintly: "I can't let Si Kong Yao die here for a lifetime but run away. Chen Shu, if you are afraid of you, go first, even if you die, I will die with everyone. ""
Chen Hang’s face showed a bit of painful color:
But Missy... Before the trip, Zhang Dai’s adult told me...

"In short, I can't be so treacherous." Shang Qian's face is full of determination.
"Oh... that's all right, then the subordinate will accompany Missy to give up his life here."
"Maybe, we will not die, there are few heroes in ..." Shang Qian a pair of bright eyes looking at the direction of Lin Muyu, Chu Yao.
"No, I just used God once... After the power of God, the power of Shaoxia has fallen by at least 50%. Even if he maintains full power, he is not the opponent of the Emperor, not to mention only 50% of the power." Chen Hang has some Depressed, said: "I didn't think that... our transportation will be so bad that it will not be returned to Lin Haoran for thousands of miles, but let us meet this demon."
At this moment, Zhuang Shaoyu twitched and held the purple gold fan, and the divine power condensed in the throat. Lang said: "We are the son of the Scorpio empire, the son of the Situ, Zhuang Shaoyu, the son of Luo Wang, the North Festival, and the Tianzhu Zongda Miss Sikong Yao. People, not only the seniors are high-ranking people, since they are coming, why not show up."
The cold wind whistling, the song stopped abruptly, only the voice came from the jungle.
In the next moment, countless demon spirits appeared on the hills 500 meters away. They were densely populated, with demon kings, demon statues, and high-level demon spirits with different bodies. I can’t wait to tear the humans in front of me into pieces. Zhuang Shaoyu, Chen Hang, Si Kong Yao and others are stunned. It’s awful. The demon spirits that were previously dispelled by Lin Muyu’s gods seem to gather back in the song. It is.
"It seems that the situation is not good..." Sikong Yao said with a faint gaze: "There are so many demon spirits, we want to go and go, and blame me, then I have to go to Lin, why should I do this? Asking for trouble..."
Lin Muyu comforted: "Nothing, you will not die here."
"Why are you so confident?"
"The cloth will be fortune-telling. He has long since counted that we have not finished a few lives, and certainly will not die in the forest."
"Yes." Sikong Yao had some comfort in his heart. He turned his face to look forward to Liu Buyi’s direction, but found that he was holding the bottom of a big tree. He shivered there and only dared to look out to see this side. In the case, suddenly Sikong Yao sinks into the bottom of his heart. It seems that the gods are frightening themselves. This kind of fortune-telling is still too bad.
The North Festival will put the long sword on the ground, the arm is covered with the traces of the demon spirit scratching, and the face carries a vicissitudes of life, said: "Shao Yu brother, did not think that we have been thinking about the emperor for many years. I’m going to die here together, oh, it’s a god’s destiny.

Zhuang Shaoyu frowned, he didn't want to die here, he raised his eyebrows: "Little princes don't have to be too depressed, look at the situation and say, for the time being, they only have two demon kings and five demon statues. If that's the case, oh... ...we have no chance of winning, but there is always a chance to escape, as long as the Emperor does not appear..."
His voices have not fallen, and countless demon spirits on the hills suddenly disappeared. Many demon spirits have retreated, and their faces have a respectful look. Even the wolf-headed snakes, ugly and muddy alien demon spirits are on the ground. The separation of the demon spirits has given way, and a strong atmosphere has slowly descended on the earth.
"Shashasha..."
A pair of exquisite Lianhua gold silk stalked the wild grass on the hill, under the illumination of the bright moon, it is a beautiful woman, about twenty-five years old, enchanting, she has a beautiful and beautiful face In the arms, she holds a musical instrument similar to a pipa. She wears a long skirt and walks in style. She looks at the distant Lin Muyu and others, and faintly said: "Someone is looking for me."
Her voice is very nice, even better than when she sang.
Zhuang Shaoyu's spine floated forward, and the respectful archer said: "The younger generation Zhuang Shaoyu, I have seen the predecessors."
"senior."
The woman holding her hand smiled slightly and looked at Zhuang Shaoyu with a fascinating look. "You look at least thirty, and I only have twenty, what do you call my predecessor?"
"Because...because..." Zhuang Shaoyu was originally a tongue, but now he is unable to speak out under the temperament of the other party.
"Because I am a demon emperor." The beauty suddenly said with a smile.
Zhuang Shaoyu’s face was full of beans and sweat, and his body shivered slightly, and he dared not answer any more.
A beautiful face of a beautiful woman covered a layer of frost, said: "Yes, we are demon spirits, but the demon spirits live in the forest for many years, and do not invade with you, why do you send people repeatedly? Entering the forest to hunt our people, oh... I am in charge of what you are, or Stuart. Today, when you enter me, I will not return to Lin, killing the elders of my demon spirit, and you are dead."
Zhuang Shaoyu stunned: "We...we..."
"Why, do you still have something to say before you die?" The beautiful girl smiled lightly and said: "Forget it, let you die so much, tell you my name, my name is a son-in-law, not to belong to the 21st generation of the demon." The emperor, who is in charge of the three thousand miles of fertile soil, can now be killed."
Said, the son-in-law holding the cockroach floating forward, the body around the body of the demon power condensed into a cloud, and the son-in-law jumped on the cloud and sat on the cloud, the body shape, the deep feelings The tune of the strings, the smile in the eyes revealing a chilling smile, said: "You are one by one to die, or die together."
......
The demon emperor, her strength is too strong, at least the strongest level of the gods, and the embarrassment in the hands seems unpredictable, no one knows what her attack method is.
Lin Muyu shook the ice sword, he knows that everything can't be strong, but this time is different, no matter if he can't make a shot, as long as the son-in-law wants to kill his own group, then he must face it. It is better to shoot earlier. Don't let Zhuang Shaoyu and Beichan Festival die in vain. At least you have a book of heaven. It is not a problem to escape.
When Lin Muyu stepped forward, Sikongyao suddenly pulled his wrist and shook his head and gestured to him not to act rashly. After all, Sikongyao felt that Lin Muyu’s divine power was seriously depleted, and he was rushing to find death. A good way is to let Zhuang Shaoyu, Beichan Festival, Chen Hangxian test the strength of the demon emperor.
Chen Hang silently.
The hand of the North Festival holding the sword trembled, and he has not yet fought, and he has completely lost to this powerful demon in the momentum.
Zhuang Shaoyu couldn’t help but sorrow, and his life was frivolous. With the arrogance of talent, he was the first person in the younger generation to receive the moon from the entire emperor and even the entire Scorpio empire. But now, he has a kind of death. Enlightened, as long as he stepped forward to face the son-in-law, his end can be foreseen, but at this moment, only Zhuang Shaoyu stands alone, he should not fight who should fight.
"Well it..."
Zhuang Shaoyu suddenly laughed at the sky. The saddest thing is that Si Kongyao, who grew up with himself and was regarded as his sister, actually let himself go to death for a strange boy. Zhuang Shaoyu thought he was doing his duty to his friends, but now it seems that My own frivolity and pride seem to have ruined all the effort, and what is the difference between being rebellious and benevolent.
"Miss Shang Qian."
Zhuang Shaoyu snorted and took a deep breath: "Zhuang Shaoyu has nothing to do with this life, only the next life is goodbye."
Shang Qian glanced, silent.
In the heart of Shang Qian, Zhuang Shaoyu's existence is only identity, status and strength. As for the affection, I am afraid that there will be no affection in this short period of time.
The wind around the purple gold fan whispers, and Zhuang Shaoyu screams to raise the breath to the peak, the body slowly rises, and a wave of waves, a chaotic blue storm swept away.
The son-in-law over the hills did not speak, but the onion-like jade finger gently plucked the strings, and the strings were silent, but the invisible impact of a majestic bang blew away, tearing open the wind attack of Zhuang Shaoyu.
"Oh..."
Zhuang Shaoyu screamed, his body was numb around, his nose had left two lines of blood, and the strong demon emperor was just a blow. He actually injured him. The most terrible thing is that Zhuang Shaoyu didn’t even see the son-in-law. How to attack, I don’t know which one is the law she used, and there is no way to resist it.
"Play well."
Zhuang Shaoyu screamed with a scream, and his hands lifted the purple gold fan. The strength of the whole body gathered in one place, and it was a blow. It was the third style of Fengshen, and it was tearing the ground.
"Humph……"
The son-in-law snorted, and the face of Xiuzhi passed a trace of contempt, and the fingers swayed gently on the strings. It was an invisible and silent attack. This time, Zhuang Shaoyu’s chest suddenly slammed and the body quickly collapsed. Get up, like a shrimp, in the air, big mouth vomiting blood.
"You are not my opponent, let's go."
The son-in-law’s palms rose, and Zhuang Shaoyu was slammed into the ground by a mysterious force, and blood sprinkled in the sky.