In Frost Knife Valley, four figures were entangled and fighting, and the one surrounded by them was the magic flute.
Modi's temples were disheveled and scarred. The three people surrounding him were Lingxuan, Qinghao, and Yeying.
Lingxuan shouted: "Modi, you can capture it without your arms! Tell us the whereabouts of Mojun and Miss Yue, and I will spare your life."
Modi sneered and said: "Lingxuan, you don't have to wishful thinking, Moxian is dead, I am the only heir to the Mozu monarch, do you have the guts to kill me
Lingxuan was furious and cursed: "Magic Flute, you despicable and shameless beast, you are an unforgivable crime for betraying your family and killing the king. Don't say that the Demon King will be safe and sound, even if there is an accident with the Demon Lord, the Demon Race will never I will serve a treacherous and treacherous person like you as the king."
Nighthawk looked at the magic flute coldly, and said quietly: "Magic flute, you don't need to delay any longer, even if you are cunning in every possible way, you can't escape with your wings."
The magic flute looked at Ye Ying, and sneered: "Ye Ying, you can take advantage of the fire, but I didn't expect that there is someone like you under the wolf king.
I'm curious, when Moxian was around, you said you were loyal to Moxian, but now that Moxian is not here, who are you loyal to? "
Yeying replied coldly: "The devil is not there, Yeying is loyal to him. As for you, you are stubborn, take the trick!"
Nighthawk's body rose from the ground and swooped down towards the magic flute. A black giant sword appeared in his hand. The sword was shadowed, and with a dark black pressure, it roared towards the magic flute.
The magic flute's eyes were fixed, and he was secretly surprised that the nighthawk's combat power was so powerful. If we were fighting alone, he and I should be on equal footing.
In other words, Nighthawk's combat strength was comparable to that of the patriarch of the demon clan. It was really puzzling that such a character would be willing to be an ordinary general under the wolf throne.
He didn't have time to think about it, he raised Qing Ming and went up to him. The strength of the two was equal, and they were fighting each other for their lives. For a moment, sand and rocks flew away, and Lingxuan couldn't get in with the strength of the two of them.
They had no choice but to scan the formation with Qinghao, looking for air strikes, and supporting Nighthawk. After repeated battles, the magic flute began to lose its physical strength over time, and its moves gradually slowed down. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Nighthawk's mouth.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his left hand, and a light and shadow shot towards the magic flute.
The magic flute was startled, offering sacrifices to Qingming, desperately resisting, and the sound of tinkling and clanging can be heard endlessly. The blocked silver needle was projected onto the ground, sparking bursts of sparks, and the ground where it shot was immediately black.
The magic flute's face was ashen, and he said angrily: "Nighthawk, you are so vicious, you don't follow the rules, and you use such a vicious hidden weapon, are you trying to put me to death?"
As soon as this remark came out, even Lingxuan and Qinghao were shocked, and their faces were a little ugly. Anyway, the magic flute is also the younger brother of the magic string, and even if it needs to be dealt with, it should be decided by the magic string.
Moxian's life and death are uncertain at the moment, and this Nighthawk's attack is so vicious, if he is really killed, Moxian will return in the future. How to explain to him.
Qinghao and Lingxuan looked at each other in blank dismay, especially Qinghao, Modi and his Hydra clan had always had a close past. He and his son Qing Luo grew up together, like brothers.
He really didn't want to see the magic flute die in Ye Ying's hands, so he cleared his throat, feeling a little dissatisfied, and said loudly: "Brother Ye Ying, although this magic flute is a heinous crime, after all, it is the younger brother of the devil, how to deal with it depends on the devil." Come back and discuss.
Brother Nighthawk should not take his life in a moment of righteous indignation, if the devil comes back, he will be held accountable, brother. "
Yeying laughed loudly: "Thank you, Patriarch Qinghao, for reminding me, but Yeying has always been dull, and only knows how to obey the orders of the Demon Lord, I don't know if there are other flexible techniques.
When the Demon Lord comes back, if he punishes Yeying for his indignant actions, Yeying is willing to bear the responsibility with all his strength and never implicate the patriarch.
But right now the life and death of the devil and the moon girl are uncertain, and it has a lot to do with the magic flute. If the three of us don't work together to take him down and ask for news, the danger of the devil and the moon girl will be even greater.
My educated youth Hao Clan Chief Zhai has a kind heart, but he also needs to know the priorities. If I remember correctly, this magic flute can escape from the hands of Clan Chief Lu Sheng so easily.
It has something to do with the snake venom of the Hydra clan! In the future, if the Demon Lord really wants to investigate, I am afraid that the patriarch should be the one who bears the responsibility!
Patriarch, Yeying has something to say, but he still needs to remind the patriarch, if the patriarch doesn't fight the enemy bravely at this time, how will the devil king feel in the future? "
When Qing Hao heard this, his face was quite ugly, and he sighed, killing people to death, this Nighthawk is so smart. Know all about his situation.
If he speaks for the magic flute again, maybe he will be suspected of collaborating with the enemy and treason, Lingxuan looked at Qinghao. Nodding his head, Qing Hao drew out the Green Snake Sword, the sword light was green, and rushed up with the magic flute, rounding up the magic flute.
The magic flute stopped talking, and was on guard with all its strength, but in the end it was outnumbered. After a stagger, Ye Ying kicked him in the chest and fell to the ground. Qing Hao followed, and the Green Snake Sword rested on the neck of the magic flute.
The magic flute looked at Qing Hao, and just about to resist, Qing Hao looked at him with deep eyes and shook his head.
The magic flute sighed, closed his eyes and caught it.
One day and one night, in the prison of the demon clan, the magic flute was covered with whip marks, but he didn't say a word.
Lingxuan looked at him helplessly, he, Modi and Moxian grew up together.
Even though he and Moxian have always been close, Lingxuan has always been kind, and if he is asked to be cruel to Moxian, he really can't do it.
Seeing that the magic flute refused to eat, he was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
He had no choice but to curse loudly: "Modi, you are absolutely hateful! Even if Moxian has a quarrel with you, no matter what, he is still your brother.
Hurry up and tell the truth, what did you do to him and Miss Yue? As long as you act honestly, I will definitely plead with my aunt and the elders to spare your life. "
The magic flute turned a deaf ear and simply closed its eyes without speaking. Lingxuan was extremely anxious and became more and more furious. His position is only as good as whipping the magic flute a few times. This kind of punishment is not taken seriously by the arrogant wolf king like the magic flute.
He couldn't do it, and the other members of the Mozu couldn't do it. After all, Modi had a special status, not only Moxian's younger brother, but also the leader of the clan. If this is not done well, it will cause the wolf tribe to resist.
When Lingxuan was at his wit's end, Nighthawk's mocking voice sounded outside the cell.
He sneered and said: "Lord Lingxuan, known as the number one military advisor of the demon clan, I am here under the order of the eldest princess, come and have a look, what news did Lord Lingxuan ask? The whereabouts of the devil, Lord Lingxuan Got it?"
Lingxuan was angry and impatient, his face was flushed red by Ye Ying's choking, so he had no choice but to sneer: "Master Ye Ying came here on the order of the eldest princess, I think he has a plan in mind.
Since Master Yeying recommended himself, there is no magic trick, so why not use it, and let Lingxuan see Master Yeying's methods. "
Yeying appeared in front of Lingxuan, with a cold face, and smiled slightly: "Master Lingxuan's praise, Yeying is really ashamed.
It's just that he was in a hurry, and Ye Ying was worried about the safety of the Demon King, so naturally he didn't care about these many etiquettes, so he did his part.
Lord Lingxuan, please come back! When Nighthawk asked about the news, he would naturally report back to his lord immediately. "
Lingxuan was furious, and asked: "You mean, you want to interrogate the magic flute alone?"
Yeying replied: "It's not what I mean, it's what the Eldest Princess means. The Eldest Princess knows that Master Lingxuan is kind, and you are here, and Yeying can't perform well by himself. Lord Lingxuan, please please!"
Lingxuan stomped his feet, knowing that what he said was true. The aunt was worried about the magic string and hated the magic flute, so she naturally trusted Nighthawk and would take extraordinary measures against the magic flute.
Lingxuan had no choice but to leave. Before going out, he was worried after all.
Said to Ye Ying: "Ye Ying, there is a limit to everything, he is the younger brother of the demon king and the patriarch of the wolf clan after all."
Yeying pretended not to hear it and didn't respond, Lingxuan let out a long sigh and had to leave.
Magic Flute opened his eyes, looked at Nighthawk, smiled half-smile, and said, "I'm curious, how do you think that I, Magic Flute, will follow your example and tell you the whereabouts of Magic String."
Nighthawk lightly stroked the torture tools on the torture table, and smiled slightly: "Because I know you better than Lingxuan, what you are afraid of is not the things in front of you."
The magic flute laughed loudly and said, "Oh! Listen to me, Nighthawk, do you know? From the first time I saw you, I knew that you came to the Demon Race with evil intentions.
So, don't tell me that you like Jinse, I won't believe a word you say. "
Nighthawk laughed very well, and said softly: "Magic Flute, in fact, to a certain extent, not only do I not hate you, but I also like you very much.
You and I are both the same kind of people, but you picked the wrong person at the wrong time. "
The magic flute's eyes turned cold, staring at Ye Ying, and said: "I really saw you right, tell me! From me, what do you want to know?"
Nighthawk clapped his hands and praised: "Cheer up! Magic Flute, you are so smart, I believe that the transaction between us will be smoother."
The magic flute twisted its neck and said, "Deal? You are so sure, I will definitely trade with you."
Nighthawk said: "Of course, haven't you heard such a saying? The enemy of an enemy is a friend?"