The gate of the illusion seems to be fragile, but the magic night hits with powerful spells one after another, and the glazed gate still shows no cracks. It was only when he finally realized that the door could not be opened at all, he finally gave up, gradually calmed down, and stopped wasting his energy.
Mo Ye, who was surrounded by countless demon soldiers, stared coldly at the person in front of him, and said, "This mirror is maintained by your spiritual power. Now that I am hitting like this, you should not be able to support it. At least, there will be cracks."
But the mirror did not break, but an invisible force lingered around the mirror.
Qing Yuan said: "My younger brother is the king of the demon world."
Mo Ye instantly understood: "You let the black dragon lead a million monsters outside the mirror and set up a barrier together?"
Qing Yuan nodded happily: "Yes."
If the younger brother and the monsters entered the mirror together, it would not be a fight between the demonic energy and the demonic energy, but both would consume his energy, and he would not be able to hold on, so he asked his younger brother to lead the monsters and use the powerful demonic energy in the mirror. A barrier is formed around the mirror. As a result, the people inside could not get out. Even if the demon soldiers attacked the gate together, they could not escape the barrier set up by the younger brother.
He believed that his younger brother had the ability to build such a wall.
After all, that was his younger brother, from the Dragon Clan.
Although he is not as diligent as a dragon clan, he has the arrogance and strength of a dragon clan in his bones.
Mo Ye no longer thinks about his purpose. This mirror was born on Qingyuan. As long as he dies, the mirror will shatter. Even if there is an encirclement and suppression by the demon world outside, at least he can live, which is better than sitting still.
The demon soldiers crowded around the sky, and the demons, who had no temperature at first, looked even more cold as frost and rain, making the west wind uneasy.
Demon Ye gave an order, and the demon soldiers marched in unison like ants, densely flying from the sky.
Qing Yuan protected Xifeng behind him, said "be careful", and then fought against the enemy.
In the illusion, once again the evil spirits rose to the sky, dyed the mirror gray and white, and there were continuous strong evil spirits bombarding the mirror all around, even the monsters who were supporting outside felt it was difficult.
Seeing this, the demon king turned into a huge black dragon and wrapped the mirror tightly. They are still struggling outside, and I don't know how my brother is inside.
Qing Yuan fought fiercely with hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers, and had to maintain the illusion, and it was gradually struggling.
Mo Ye didn't make a move, these demon soldiers were enough to kill Qinglong, and he still needed to retain his strength, because he didn't believe that Qinglong would find his own way, and maybe there was still a backhand after the mirror shattered, then he would need enough strength to deal with it.
But Qinglong was really difficult to deal with, blood flowed into rivers in a blink of an eye, but the dead were full of demon soldiers. He has hatred in his eyes. These are people from the demon world, soldiers of the demon world, and members of his demon clan.
Mo Ye didn't make a move, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person who was fighting on the battlefield - West Wind.
Suddenly he had a better idea.
"A thousand battles away."
The words fell, and the figure was already beside him. Mo Ye turned to look at him, made a knife with his finger, cut a knife in his hand, took a drop of his blood, and said with a smile, "Only your blood can awaken the demon blood in Xifeng, don't you mind?"
Li Qianzhan paused for a moment: "I didn't do it myself, her demon blood curse can't be undone."
Mo Ye said: "But you forgot, I am also a magic star, just like her." He suddenly remembered something and smiled, "You mean, why do I always let you do it even though I can solve it?"
Li Qianzhan looked at him and said, "I always suspect that my subordinates are not good kings."
Mo Ye said coldly: "I don't doubt you, I just hate it. You are as weak as a mortal, and now, you are still as soft-hearted."
Li Qianzhan was silent for a while, and then said: "As soon as the demon blood is resolved, she loses her mind, and it is very likely that she will kill us too."
"But Qinglong will never sit idly by her."
Xifeng held a long sword and protected the most vulnerable place behind Qingyuan. It's just that every time she retreats from the enemy, she can perceive that Qing Yuan has to spend some spiritual power to maintain the mirror.
She is a devil after all.
Due to several distractions, she did not dare to use all her strength. The sword was already stained with blood, but the sleeves of her hands were also stained with blood. Some belonged to the enemy and some belonged to her own.
Suddenly, the evil spirit invaded, Xifeng looked up, and a drop of blood mixed with a spell suddenly slapped her forehead.
Mo Ye smiled coldly and was about to leave. The hand that had just left his forehead was suddenly grabbed by the slender hand, which instantly made him unable to move. When he raised his eyebrows, he saw Xifeng's eyes were red, his body was like a knife, and even his hand was caught in an instant, and bloodstains were visible.
The demon blood was dissolved faster than expected, and the demonized West Wind was even more terrifying than expected. With that coldness and suffocation, even Mo Ye couldn't take it lightly, and defended immediately. However, Xifeng's shot was so fast that he was surprised, and he slapped it, hitting him hard on the chest.
The magic night was thrown out immediately, only to feel a dull chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth. He covered his heart, looked at the monster, and suddenly smiled. The more demonized she is, the more damage she will do to Qinglong. Looking at Qinglong again, he was forced by his subordinates to retreat by three points, and even the injuries on his body were many.
Suddenly there was a strong demonic energy scattered in the illusion, Qing Yuan immediately noticed that his spiritual power was dissipating so much, and the sound of cracks appearing in the mirror could be heard in his ears. He thought that Mo Ye was going to attack him, but when he looked there, he saw that the evil spirit came from the west wind. He was startled, leaned over and flew towards the west wind.
However, before reaching her side, Xifeng suddenly tilted his head, his cold and stern eyes were already emotionless.
When Xifeng saw someone flying towards him, his heart was irritable, and he raised his hands together, trying to kill that annoying thing.
Her speed was too fast, so fast that Qing Yuan, who was already injured, couldn't dodge. He was slammed by a palm, which made him stunned.
It's such a west wind again. The last time he spent as much energy as a mirror to seal her demon blood, now he doesn't have enough spiritual power.
"West Wind—"
Xifeng couldn't hear his voice. She had both Mo Ye's blood and Qinglong's blood on her hands. These bloods almost inspired her endless thirst for blood.
There are many people, a lot of blood.
She looked at the demon soldier suddenly, rushed into the crowd, devoured it like a boa constrictor, used the demon soldier's suffocating energy for her own use, and drank their blood.
Mo Ye's face changed slightly, seeing that Qinglong was already flying towards her, he stopped his steps and ordered the demon soldiers to step back, not to go to innocents to die.
Xifeng saw that all the blood was scattered, but his heart was still hissing greedily, and he didn't eat enough of this sweet blood. Suddenly her hands and feet were bound, and the cyan shadow leaned over and hugged her, wrapping her in the cyan robe.
The wounds on Qing Yuan's body were large and small, hundreds of thousands, and several bloodstains had been added to the bloodless face. He was full of blood as he embraced the west wind. Xifeng wanted to break free from his arms, but his whole body was tightly bound by him, unable to move.
"West wind."
Xifeng couldn't hear her, but the dragon energy on his body made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't. She impatiently wanted to kill him with evil spirits, but the spirit energy was too overwhelming, and it seemed to wash her clean instead.
Qingyuan knew that Xifeng was in pain, and he was in pain too—both physically and mentally. He held Xifeng and wanted her to remember him, but it seemed to be in vain, Xifeng was still releasing his evil spirits. Bit by bit, the evil spirit penetrated into his wound and devoured his blood.
The more his body hurts, the more he knows that he can't let her go.
"West wind."
He called her name, hoping she could hear it. Besides, he didn't have too much pressure to restrain her.
Once the spiritual power is exhausted, the mirror shatters, and the demon soldiers rush out to fight the demon world, the human world will surely perish.
"Xifeng, wake up, don't you like the mortal world very much? When we go out, let's find a place and be ordinary people." A mortal, take you to the mortal world, I will help her fulfill her unfulfilled wish. But if you don’t wake up, there will be no way to fulfill your mother’s wish.”
The evil spirit is still swallowing his blood, Qing Yuan's face is as white as snow, and the firm luster in his eyes is dimmed by the exhaustion of physical strength: "Xifeng... wake up soon, please, look at the injury you left me, it hurts very much. I promise you, I won't scold you, so wake up quickly and find me herbs, or I will really die like a mortal."
Suddenly, the sinister aura of the person in his arms was not as heavy as before.
Xifeng, who was irritable to the peak, suddenly felt another unspeakable pain welling up in his heart, like... feeling distressed for this uncomfortable dragon.
"West wind."
Another soft call, Xifeng's heart trembled slightly, subconsciously wanting to hear what he said.
Qing Yuan hugged her tightly and said calmly, "Let's lay eggs! I want to have a little Qinglong like my brother. Listen to her call me 'Daddy'! Call you 'Mother'!"
Xifeng was stunned for a moment, and stared at Qinglong, whose face was covered in injuries. The redness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he said with a trembling voice, "Qingyuan."
The demon blood all over his body suddenly noticed that the west wind was suppressing it. It came back to its senses and roared, unwilling to be suppressed. However, a force was grabbing its throat, oppressing it, and causing it to submit. It struggled to re-control Xifeng's mind, and from nowhere came a coercive shout: "Go back!"
"His-" The huge pressure forced the demon blood to be silent, and it was completely suppressed.
"I'm sorry." Xifeng almost hated himself, what terrible thing did she do, what terrible thing did she do to Qingyuan
"Don't say sorry, it's useless." Qing Yuan touched her forehead and said, "Let's kiss her."
Xifeng was stunned for a while, looked at him with a calm face, hugged his face and kissed him heavily.
Probably will die, but even if it is, it will leave the sweetest memory!
The sudden change made Mo Ye, who was watching, stunned. He did not expect that Xifeng's demonic blood would be suppressed again, or even completely suppressed. This demonic blood would no longer be able to make her demonic. In other words, she can completely disguise herself as a mortal.
The fact that the accident happened brought Mo Ye's irritability and anger to the peak. He did not allow Xifeng to become a mortal. Xifeng, like him, was a demon star, a person chosen by the demons!
He doesn't allow this to happen!
He would rather destroy her with his own hands than let her become a weak and incompetent mortal!
Mo Ye no longer retains his strength, he just wants to kill Xifeng, the person who betrayed the deepest in the demon world.
Qing Yuan was aware of Mo Ye's actions and wanted to hide Xifeng behind his back to block the angry Mo Ye with his crippled body, but Xifeng suddenly turned to him, slashed his sword qi, and caught Mo Ye's blow abruptly.
Just like the collision between Fangcai Qingyuan and Mo Ye, a heat wave exploded from between the two once again, rushing the demon soldiers away.
Mo Ye was seriously injured twice in a row and vomited blood, but he knew that Xifeng and Qinglong were severely injured, and there was absolutely no way to get out alive.
Xifeng was shocked by this suffocating energy, and Qing Yuan caught her, and the two of them were almost exhausted.
"Are we going to die?" Xifeng said unwillingly, "We haven't laid eggs yet."
"Well." Qing Yuan was swept away by this suffocating energy, only to feel that his body was about to shatter. He looked at the demon soldiers who still had more than 100,000 soldiers, and said to Xifeng, "Promise me and live well."
Xifeng, whose head was shaken a little dizzy, sank, turned to look at him, but at this moment, he was pushed down by Qingyuan and instantly moved away from him.
She was stunned: "Qingyuan—"
A beam of blue light fell sharply, breaking the chain wrapped around the bare brocade feet. Chi Jin regained his freedom, and immediately flew into the sky, biting Xifeng's clothes.
"Take her out."
Qing Yuan whispered, Hualong flew to the magic night and blocked the magic soldiers.
He wants to stand in the way for the girl he loves.