Chapter 101: Westwind (16)

The gate of Illusion seems to be thin and crisp, but the magic night is hit with powerful spells one after another, and the glass door still has no cracks. It wasn't until he realized that the door could not be opened at all, and he finally gave up and gradually calmed down, no longer wasting his energy.
The magic night with countless magic soldiers beside him stared coldly at the person before him, and said, "This mirror is maintained by your spiritual power. Now that I strike like this, you should not be able to support it. At least, there will be a crack."
But the mirror was not broken, but there was an invisible force lingering around the mirror.
Qingyuan said: "Brother is the king of the demon world."
Moye immediately realized: "You let the Black Dragon lead a million monsters outside the mirror and set up an enchantment together?"
Qingyuan nodded happily: "Yes."
If you let the younger brother and the monsters enter the mirror together, it is not that the evil spirit and the monster are fighting each other, but both need to consume his strength. An enchantment is set around the mirror. In this way, the people inside can't get out, even if the demon soldiers attack the gate together, they can't escape the barrier set by the younger brother.
He believed that his brother had the ability to build such a wall.
After all, it was his younger brother, from the Dragon race.
Although the diligence is not like the dragon people, in the bones, there is the arrogance and strength of the dragon people.
Magic Night no longer thinks about his purpose. This mirror is born of Qingyuan. As long as he dies, the mirror will break. Even if there is a demon encirclement and suppression outside, it can at least live better than to sit and die.
The demon soldiers are surrounded by the sky, and the demon that has no temperature now looks colder than frost rain, making the west wind uneasy.
At the order of Moye, the demon soldiers walked like ants, flying densely from the sky.
Qingyuan guarded the west wind behind him, saying "be careful" and fighting against the enemy.
In the illusion, once again, the sky was gray, and the mirror was gray and white, and there was a constant blast of energy on all sides of the mirror, and even the monsters who supported outside felt tired.
Seeing the demon king, it turned into a huge black dragon and wrapped the mirror tightly. They were still hard outside, and I don't know what happened to the elder brother inside.
Qingyuan has been struggling with hundreds of thousands of magic soldiers to maintain the illusion, and has gradually struggled.
Magic Night didn't shoot. These magic soldiers were enough to kill Qinglong. He still had to retain his strength, because he didn't believe that Qinglong would seek his own way. Perhaps he still had a backhand after the mirror broke, then he needed enough energy to deal with it.
But Qinglong was really difficult to deal with, and the blood flowed to the ground in a blink of an eye, but the dead soldiers were everywhere. He has abhorrence. These are the people of the devil world, and the soldiers of the devil world are the people of his devil family.
Mo Ye didn't shoot, and his afterglow saw a man fighting on the battlefield-West Wind.
Suddenly he had a better idea.
"Let a thousand battles."
When the words fall, the figure has arrived. Mo Ye leaned over to look at him, made a knife with his fingers, cut a knife in his hand, took a drop of blood from him, and laughed: "Only your blood can wake up the devil's blood inside Xifeng, don't you mind?"
After a thousand battles, "I didn't do it myself, her magic blood curse mark could not be solved."
Mo Ye said: "But you forgot, I am also the devil, just like her." He suddenly remembered something, and smiled, "You want to say, why I can clearly understand, but always let you do it?"
Looking at him from Qian Zhan, he said: "I always suspect that my men are not good kings."
Mo Ye coldly said: "I don't doubt you, I just hate it. You are as weak as a mortal heart. Now, it is still as soft as a heart."
Silently, Li Qianqian said silently, "With the demon blood's solution, she loses her senses and is likely to kill us too."
"But Qinglong will never sit by and ignore her."
The west wind hand holds a long sword, protecting him the most vulnerable place behind Qingyuan. But every time she withdrew from the enemy, she could perceive Qingyuan to spend some spiritual power to maintain the mirror.
After all, she is a devil.
Because he was distracted several times and did not dare to use all his strength, the sword was stained with blood, but the sleeves on his hands were also stained with blood. Some were enemies and some were her own.
Suddenly there was an attack of evil spirits, and Westwind looked up, a drop of blood mixed with a spell suddenly shot into her forehead.
Mo Ye smiled coldly, and was about to leave. The hand that had just dropped from his forehead was suddenly caught by the slender hand, and he was instantly unable to move. When he raised his eyebrows, he saw that Xifeng's eyes were crimson, his whole body was as angry as a knife, and even his hands were caught in a flash of blood.
The demon blood resolved faster than expected, and the demonized west wind was even more terrible than expected. The cold air was so cold that even Moye could not despise it and immediately defended. However, Westwind's shot was so fast that he was surprised, slapped it, and hit it his chest.
Mo Ye was suddenly flicked and flew out, only to feel the chest was dull, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. He covered his heart, looked at the monster, and suddenly smiled. The more demonized she is, the greater the damage to Qinglong. Looking at Qinglong again, he was forced to retreat by three points, and he even suffered more injuries.
Suddenly, there was a strong magic energy flying away from the illusion, Qingyuan immediately noticed that his spiritual power was spreading so badly that he could hear the sound of cracks in the mirror. He thought that Mo Ye was going to shoot him, but when he looked there, he saw that the evil spirit came from the west wind. He stunned, leaned over and flew towards the west wind.
However, before reaching her, the west wind suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes were no emotion.
Westwind saw someone flying towards him, his heart was irritable, and he raised his hands together, trying to kill the obscure thing.
Her speed was too fast, so fast that the abyss who had been wounded could not escape. He was stunned by the palm of his hand.
It was this kind of west wind. Last time, it took the strength of a mirror to seal her magic blood. Now he has no enough spiritual power.
"Westwind--"
Xifeng couldn't hear his voice. Her hands were stained with the blood of Demon Night and the blood of the Green Dragon, which almost inspired her endless desire for blood.
There are many people, a lot of blood.
She looked at the demon soldier suddenly, rushed into the crowd, swallowed like a python, turned the demon soldier into her own life, and drank their blood.
Mo Ye's face changed slightly, seeing that Qinglong had already flown to her, she took her steps, and ordered the demon soldiers to go back, not to go to innocent death.
Xifeng saw that the blood was all spread out, but his heart was still greedy, and he didn't eat enough of this sweet blood. Suddenly her hands and feet were tied, and a cyan shadow leaned over to hug her and circled her into a cyan robe.
Qingyuan's injuries were large and small, hundreds and thousands, and his bloodless face had been stained with blood. He was full of blood when he was holding the west wind. Xifeng wanted to break away from his arms, but he was tightly bound all over his body, unable to move.
"West wind."
Xifeng couldn't hear it, but the dragon qi on him stabbed her uncomfortably, trying to push him away, but couldn't move. She wanted to kill him with anxiety, but the aura was too compelling, but she had to wash her clean.
Qingyuan knew that the west wind was very painful, and he was also very painful-both physically and mentally. He held Xifeng and wanted her to remember herself, but it seemed to be in vain. He bit into his wound bitterly and devoured his blood.
The more his body hurts, the more he knew he could not let go of her.
"West wind."
He called her name, hoping she could hear it. Other than that, he didn't have too much force to control her.
Once the spiritual power is exhausted, the mirror is broken, the demon soldiers rush outside and fight against the demon world, and the human world will surely perish.
"Xifeng, you wake up, don't you like the world, wait for us to go out, we will find a place to be an ordinary person." Qingyuan bleeding lips, words endure pain, "Your mother wanted you to do A mortal, take you to the world, she has not completed the wish, I will help her complete it. But if you do not wake up, there is no way to fulfill your mother ’s wish. "
Sha Qi is still swallowing his bones and blood, Qing Yuan's face is as white as snow, and the firm luster of his eyes is dimmed by physical exhaustion: "Westwind ... Wake up soon, OK, look at the injury you left me Pain. I promised you not to scold you, so wake up quickly and find me herbal medicine, otherwise I will really die like a mortal. "
Suddenly the sullen breath of the person in his arms was not as heavy as before.
Xifeng, who was irritated to the zenith, suddenly felt another unspeakable pain in his heart, like ... in the discomfort of the uncomfortable dragon.
"West wind."
With another soft call, Xifeng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to hear what he said.
Qingyuan hugged her tightly and said: "Let's lay eggs! I want to have a little green dragon like my brother, listen to her call me 'Daddy'! Call you 'Mother'! '"
When the west wind was startled, he stared at the Qinglong with his face full of wounds, and the redness under his eyes disappeared in an instant, trembling: "Qingyuan."
The blood of the whole body suddenly felt that the west wind was suppressing it. It recovered and screamed that it was unwilling to be suppressed. However, a force was pinching its throat, pressing it, and making it yield. It was struggling to regain control of the west wind's mind, and somehow heard a loud voice of coercion: "Go back!"
"His--" The huge pressure forced the magic blood to silence, it was completely suppressed.
"Sorry." Xifeng almost hated herself. What terrible thing did she do, what terrible thing did she do to Qingyuan?
"Don't say sorry, it's useless." Qingyuan lowered her head and touched her forehead, and said, "Let's kiss."
The west wind was stunned, looking at him with nothing on his face, holding his face and kissing him heavily.
Probably will die, but even if it is dead, we must leave the sweetest memory!
The sudden change made the watching Demon Night stunned. He did not expect that the Westblood's Demon Blood was once again suppressed, or even completely suppressed. This Demon Blood could no longer demonize her in the future. In other words, she can completely disguise herself as a mortal.
The fact that the accident happened puts the peak of Moye's irritability and anger to the top. He does not allow Xifeng to become a mortal. Xifeng, like him, is a magic star and a person selected by the devil!
He does not allow this to happen!
He would rather destroy her by hand, rather than let her become a weak and incompetent mortal!
Moye no longer retains strength, he just wants to kill Xifeng, the man who betrays the devil the deepest.
Qingyuan was aware of Moye's behavior and wanted to hide Xifeng behind, and blocked the angry Moye with his incomplete body. However, Xifeng suddenly turned to him in front of him, slashed his sword, and took the night of Moye.
Like the collision between Fangcai Qingyuan and Demon Night, a heat wave exploded from the two again, blasting the demon soldiers away.
Moye was seriously wounded twice in a row, and he vomited blood, but he knew that Westwind and Qinglong suffered more serious injuries, and there was absolutely no way to go out alive.
The west wind was shocked by this qi, and Qingyuan caught her, and the two were almost exhausted.
"Are we going to die?" Westwind refused, "We haven't laid eggs yet."
"Well." Qingyuan was shocked by this, only to feel his body shattered. He looked at the more than 100,000 demon soldiers still in his ears, and said to Westwind, "I promised you to live well."
Xifeng, who was shocked by his head, sank his head and turned to look at him, but at that moment, he was pushed down by Qingyuan and instantly away from him.
She was startled: "Qingyuan--"
A beam of blue light fell sharply, breaking the iron chain wrapped around Chijin's feet. Chi Jin regained his freedom and immediately flew up to the sky, biting the clothes of the west wind.
"Take her out."
Qingyuan whispered softly that Hualong flew to Moye to block the magic soldier.
He wants to save a path for his beloved girl.