With a loud bang, the man in the red robe vomited blood and flew out. In the air, the red robe completely shattered, revealing the man inside.

"Mo Sanshan?" Nie Qingqing, who was coming with a fierce sword in the air, said angrily.

"Old thing, it's you again? Last time we designed the Demon Lord, we'll kill you long ago! This time we actually hit the door by ourselves? Looking for death!" Zhu Hongyi roared angrily.

"boom!"

Ten chains rushed straight away in an instant. Mo Sanshan was immediately hit by an unprecedented impact.

"Roar, Tong Anan, you bastard, why didn't you say that Zhu Hongyi is here too?" Mo Sanshan spat out a mouthful of blood and was blown away. He didn't dare to fight at this moment, so he turned around and fled.

Zhu Hongyi and Nie Qingqing were both powerful people in the Nascent Soul Realm. How could the injured Mo Sanshan run away? It immediately turned into two streams of light and chased him away.

Tong Anan, who landed in the air, stared at the sky: "Fake? Is it fake? Not lust? Am I cheated?"

Tong An'an's face showed anxiety and turned his head to look at Wang Ke.

After being one-tenth of Mo Sanshan's palm, Wang Ke fell to the ground from the building and showed a terrifying look.

This palm hit Wang Ke didn't hurt at all!

"The tenth level of the innate realm! The innate realm is great perfect? ​​It's black, and it's black again?" Wang Ke screamed in horror.

The turbid true energy is dark, so it is going to be cremated and self-immolated!

Suddenly, the familiar burning dared to fill Wang Ke's whole body again.

Wang Ke immediately took out the remote control, no, it was the control token of the Tianlei Demon-killing Formation.

No matter what, you don’t have to wait until the Demon Lord will allow you to execute the execution tomorrow. You will kill these 750 traitors of the Demon Cult first, and use the merits of killing demons to save yourself, otherwise I will be finished!

It’s a pity that once you do this, your background will be exposed!

Damn Mo Sanshan!

Wang Ke, who was depressed, was about to activate the Heavenly Thunder Demon-killing Formation.

"Brother Wang, how are you? Are you injured?" asked a helm leader.

"I'm waiting now, hey, why didn't I burn this time?" Wang Ke was stunned.

The turbid true qi should be completely burned.

Wang Ke tried to open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of turbid true energy.

As soon as the turbid true energy came out of his body, it turned into a surging flame.

The same familiarity, the same formula will still burn! But why is it okay in my body this time?

"Master of the helm, I was forced to do it. Mo Sanshan pretended to be lustful and forced me to give you the Immortal Ice. Master of the helm, I'm sorry!" Tong Anan kept begging for mercy.

"What? Immortal Ice?" A group of evil demon rudders looked at Tong Anan with glaring.

Wang Ke was stunned. Immortal Ice? The one who was poisoned by Long Yu last time? The cold air was so strong?

Cold air? Cold air?

The cold air of the immortal ice suppresses the fire nature of the turbid true qi, so that I don’t need to be cremated for the time being?

Wang Ke ignored Tong Anan, sat cross-legged, and sensed the inside of his body.

Sure enough, Wang Ke felt a cold air in his body, wrapped in his turbid true energy. However, it seemed that this cold air would not last long, and his turbid true energy was too domineering.

"Really, can I suppress my cremation in a short time? That's great, Immortal Ice? Good thing! Tong Anan, is there any Immortal Ice? Give me another glass!" Wang Ke looked at Tong Anan excitedly.

This cup of immortal ice can make me suppress it for two or three days, right? If there are some more, can I suppress the turbid true qi for a long time?

"Ah?" Tong Anan stared at Wang Ke.

What does it mean? Do you have another drink?
Chapter completed!