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Memories come to an abrupt end.

Zhang Ping was taken aback, what is this?
Infighting?

Or is it that the light curtain and the Lord of the Demon Realm are not in the same group at all?

In such a dazed effort, Zhang Ping was sent flying by the fist of the Lord of the Demon Realm.

I don't know how many giant trees were broken, and the momentum gradually stopped.

Zhang Ping crawled out of the tree pit without fighting back.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt.

The master of the Demon Realm jumped here from afar, waiting excitedly to punch Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping did not continue, but waved his hand at him: "Stop first."

The master of the Demon Realm was also stunned by this interruption, and really stopped.

Zhang Ping thought for a while and asked him, "The light curtain is not controlled by you, is it? Do you also want to break the light curtain?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the bloodiness of the Lord of the Demon Realm had been directly and completely aroused.

In the eyes this time, there were really two murderous lights full of murderous intent.

The black arm of the Demon Lord began to change, and his fist turned into a sharp blade.

With a swipe, he stabbed at Zhang Ping as if across the space.

The flash of lightning on the sharp blade reminded Zhang Ping of Ao Zijin's attack that directly killed him.

Not daring to continue to dodge, he summoned the dragon-slaying knife to fight back.

The Lord of the Demon Realm didn't hold back this time, and the strength of the Desolate Ancient Realm was fully released.

Zhang Ping cast Broken Wave, but his domineering saber intent was directly shattered. Without Zhang Ping noticing, a huge gash was opened in his chest.

Black smoke came out, Zhang Ping clutched his chest and used Hell Step to evacuate. His chest had been repaired by Nirvana.

The horror of that blow made Zhang Ping's heart beat wildly.

It was too deadly. If I hadn't been honing my martial arts skills in the Demon Realm during this time, I was afraid that I would be cut in half directly.

This offensive that threatened his life made Zhang Ping furious.

No longer being polite, the blood in his body exploded, and a red diamond-shaped blood clot appeared on his chest.

"Destroy the world!"

The knife cut wildly, and the Lord of the Demon Realm seemed to hold thousands of knives in the air, but the dead energy in his body was constantly repairing his body.

When Zhang Ping saw it, his heart became ruthless.

"System, add some points!"

"Law is full!"

"Drip!"

"All remaining free attribute points 410 points have been invested!"

"Current law points: 460!"

"System, what level is 460 points in law?"

"Didi! Jurisprudence and strength attributes are the same!"

"The current legal level belongs to the realm of heavenly blood!"

"Throw the martial arts points, pull up."

"Drip!"

"80000 martial arts points have been invested, and the current martial arts level is 188!"

"The current legal attribute is 1200 points, and the remaining free attribute points are 40!"

To be rich is to be arrogant!

After the jurisprudence attribute was fully charged, the spiritual power in Zhang Ping's body instantly replenished.

The second round of annihilation came as promised, and the cutting force suddenly became stronger by more than one level.

The body of the Lord of the Demon Realm is like a leaky fish tank, and no amount of dead air can mend his body full of holes.

"Ow!!!"

A roar roared from the mouth of the Lord of the Demon Realm, who was crazily spurting blood.

Zhang Ping raised the saber, and was about to cast Broken Wave again to make up for the last blow, when the chaos in the sea of ​​consciousness that belonged to the memory fragments of the Lord of the Demon Realm suddenly became clear.

The familiar perspective flooded into his mind, and Zhang Ping knew that he had finally entered his memory.

Slowly opening his eyelids, Zhang Ping saw a majestic and tall middle-aged man standing in front of him.

The angle of view began to shake slightly from side to side, bringing the entire scene into view.

Elegant and worshiping, it seems to be like a temple in its heyday, the pillars reaching the sky are all gold foil and jade.

Another hall.

There are quite a few middle-aged people on the left and right, and although their clothes are simple, they show a very elegant and expensive quality.

"Wu Hui, you are really a toad who wants to eat swan meat, and the lard is blinding your heart, and you can miss the eldest lady?"

After all, the middle-aged man stepped on it, and Zhang Ping's perspective dropped to the ground. It should be that the opponent stepped on his head.

There was blood on the ground, which was incompatible with Gao Jie's main hall.

The blood reflected Wu Hui's face, and Zhang Ping saw that this was the face of the Lord of the Demon Realm.

In the blood, Wu Hui's face was filled with sadness.

"Why, Junior Sister, didn't we agree..."

Before he finished speaking, the instep in front of him appeared in front of his eyes, and the angle of view was raised to the top, Wu Hui was kicked and turned over.

"Be careful with what you say, the eldest lady is the daughter of the city lord, and you can call me that?"

The middle-aged man looked majestic, but his words contained all kinds of bitter sarcasm.

"Okay, Steward Wang." A young voice sounded.

Wu Hui struggled to look up, and saw a young man with an indifferent face.

"Anyway, he used half of his blood to create a magic weapon for us, which is considered a merit, so don't be humiliated."

Butler Wang practiced bowing and flattering: "Yes, yes, the eldest son is right, but the younger one made a mistake!"

Wang Steward's appearance seemed to make the eldest son very satisfied, he smiled and waved his hand.

Zhang Ping saw that he was not as sincere as he said.

At this time, a black breath appeared from the depths of the hall.

Exactly the same death aura as that of the Lord of the Demon Realm.

Wang Butler waved his hand, and death energy lingered, about to penetrate into Wu Hui's body.

Zhang Ping's perspective flickered.

Wu Hui kept twisting and struggling crazily: "No one in the entire Heavenly City can make a Void Artifact. I don't hesitate to sacrifice half of my blood to make it for you. Why do you do this to me!"

Steward Wang smiled bluntly: "Oh, thank you so much, but who made your eyes grow on the top of the sky and provoked people who shouldn't be provoked?"

Wu Hui anxiously looked forward, the woman next to the eldest son.

"Liang Yu! Junior Sister! We have spent many years together, why is this so?"

The woman called Liang Yu is also stunning, even if she is compared with Ao Zijin and Xiao Fengling.

However, she just lowered her eyes and didn't say a word.

"Bold! Calling Missy by her name directly!"

Steward Wang suddenly let out a rage, and the dead air in his hands was directly suppressed.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Black and white blood began to appear in front of Zhang Ping's eyes, which was extremely weird and extremely terrifying.

The memory suddenly cut off, and Zhang Ping withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the dying Lord of the Demon Realm, whose body was being repaired by the dead energy, Zhang Ping said softly, "Are you Wu Hui?"

The Lord of the Demon Realm, or Wu Hui, heard it, and hurriedly got up and rushed towards Zhang Ping regardless of his physical damage.

Zhang Ping remained silent, and appeared in front of Wu Hui with Hell Step, raising his left hand to his chest.

The moment Zhang Ping came into contact with him, the memory reappeared.

In the hazy darkness, the echoing sentence echoed in his ears.

"Wu Hui, because he secretly hid the most precious Void Artifact, he disturbed the daughter of the city lord without authorization, making her suffer..."

"Because the city lord is merciful and unwilling to commit any crimes, he bestows the spirit of death to guard the city..."

"1 years!"