In the palace, in a luxurious hall, several figures sat against the table. At the top, there was obviously a lion man. Looking at the huge crown on his head, it must be the Beast King... In the lower left of the Beast King, a young lion man sat upright. Judging from his gorgeous robe, his status was obviously not low. At this time, the young lion man stared at a strange girl sitting opposite him with a hot look. His face turned red because of excitement...

The Beast King glanced at the ugly appearance of his son, sighed helplessly, and asked at the girl sitting below, "Young Palace Master, I don't know when and where will your battle with the West Blood Temple be held this time?"

The beautiful girl's little hand moved like black hair and said lightly: "Blood Shrine Mountain... Back then, the Blood Sect split from there, and now I will merge it there..." The plainness in her tone seemed to be like remixing the two separate muds, without any fluctuations...

Faced with the girl's indifference, even the Beast King of a generation of emperors was slightly stunned, shook his head with a wry smile, and asked carefully again: "I don't know... I don't know, can the two supreme masters take action?"

The girl's wandering gaze suddenly froze, she raised her pretty face, and said with a faint smile: "The Blood Lord of the Sky must die!!"

"No matter who loses and who wins in the battle between him and his teacher, he must die..." The strong murderous aura contained in the girl's plain tone made the crossed palms tremble slightly. The young man of the lion tribe below turned pale, but he seemed to be afraid that he would lose his temper in front of the person he liked, and quickly laughed: "Since Miss Red has such a heroic spirit, Lion Roar will definitely help you completely eliminate the remnants of the West Temple."

Red Clothes... This beautiful and almost weird girl was indeed the cold little girl at the time. In just over a year, she had already deteriorated... Listening to the heroic language of the lion roar, Red Clothes just blinked her slender eyelashes, and a trace of imperceptible sarcasm flashed in her bloody pupils... Her smooth forehead suddenly wrinkled, and the slender fingers of the red Clothes flicked, and several red energy instantly attacked a corner, sneering: "Two idiots, did they come uninvited?"

The red instantly hit a void, and the space rippled out. Two figures flashed. In the middle of a tumbling, they had already fallen into the chair in front of the table. Seeing the person clearly, the Beast King's face changed. Suiji patted his forehead lightly, and smiled as if he suddenly realized, "Hehe, it turned out to be the two archbishops, Fox Lan and Cat Green. I was really careless and forgot to invite them."

Fox Lan shook a piece of fox's big tail, her tiny eyes locked tightly on Red Clothes, and said with a faint smile: "Hehe, there is the Young Master of Red Clothes here. Even if Your Majesty doesn't invite me, we have to come and have a look."

The red-clothed shaking the ink silk hanging on the shoulders of the incense, and said with a faint smile: "If you don't go to guard the West God Temple, do you still have the leisure to wander around? Maybe in just a few days, your West God Blood Temple will no longer exist..."

The Cat tribe, known as a cat green, pinched his sharp claws and sneered: "The Young Palace Master is so angry. It is not certain who dies or who lives. Maybe in a few days, your young palace master with a respectable status will become a pagan that everyone calls for beating..."

The slender little hand in red clothes gently pressed against her delicate chin, and a charming smile on her pretty face said, "If I were willing, I could leave you here forever now. Do you believe it?"

Hearing this, Fox Lan and Mao Lu both changed their faces. The two who had fought with Hongyi several times knew in their hearts that although this was a bit arrogant, she really had the strength and did not dare to provoke anymore. She turned her head in a bad mood and said to the Beast Emperor: "Your Majesty the Beast Emperor, I am here to tell Your Majesty a word on behalf of Lord Cangqiong Blood Lord... Please don't care about the private affairs between the East and West Blood God Sect, especially the orc ace army stationed at the foot of the Blood God Mountain. Your Majesty should take it back as soon as possible. Lord Blood Lord knows His Majesty clearly about His Majesty's actions. So, please be careful... After all,... Whoever wins and loses in the East and West Blood God Sect has not yet come out. Your Majesty doesn't have to worry about replacing his allies in such a hurry..."

The Beast King's face changed slightly, his brows frowned. After a long time, his clenched fists quietly released, nodded to the two of them, and said with a smile: "Please rest assured, the two bishops, that the Empire will never interfere in the battle between the two religions..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Lan nodded with satisfaction. Just as she was about to retreat, the main entrance of the hall was suddenly kicked away and smashed heavily into the hall. "Who? How dare you be so bold? Can you die?" Seeing the broken gate, the Beast King couldn't help but slam the table and furious. The anger caused by the threat of the Blue Fox Hidden Belt just now erupted.

"Hehe, I just smashed you into the door, I'm so anxious," said an arrogant and crazy laughter, accompanied by his huge figure, swaying into the hall.

When the Beast Emperor saw the familiar dragon head, he was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed. This was the only saint-level powerful man who did not belong to the two churches. He was about to come forward to greet him, but was stopped by a cold voice, "You are the half-dragon man who participated in the orc duel last time, Hei Boke?" Hongyi stood up lightly. Although her body was a little petite, it just formed a perfect proportion to the golden curve. It was wrapped in a tight red skirt, and it was full of highlights...

Hei Boke laughed and said, "Hehe, it's me, what? The little girl admires me?"

"It's you... then go and die," the little zui in red clothes lifted up slightly, with murderous aura in her beautiful bloody eyes. She instantly appeared behind Hei Boke. The slender hand containing the cold murderous aura turned fiercely at the back of her vest. He noticed the cold energy. Hei Boke's face changed slightly, and his huge fist, with a huge fighting spirit, and he smashed it mercilessly behind him. Looking at the thunder punch, the red clothes looked calm, and his little hand suddenly rotated into a mysterious arc, and a strange blood vortex flashed in a blink of an eye. Hei Boke's huge fist with surging fighting spirit passed through it directly, but strangely, Hei Boke's fist that passed through the vortex did not appear, as if he had run to another space...

The red-clothed blood-colored pupil flashed by and shouted coldly: "Blood spinning cross-cut!" The blood-colored vortex suddenly accelerated, like a high-speed rotating knife wheel, making a whimpering sound of breaking through the air, and cut it down fiercely at Hei Boke's thick arm...

He noticed the sharp and cold emitting blood vortex, and Hei Boke's face changed suddenly. With a quick shout, the pitch-black dragon scales appeared on his arm in an instant. In just a moment, a human arm had turned into the claws of the dragon...

The blood spiral was cut hard on the hard black scales, bursting out sparks... The dragon claws struggled hard, and the huge dragon force dragged the arm out of the blood spiral that emitted huge suction force. He took several steps back, and then stabilized his body. Looking at the boiling blood flowing out of the arm, he shouted angrily: "You girl, so cruel, you actually used such a vicious hand. If I hadn't been able to transform into a dragon locally, this hand would have been useless..."

The little hand in red clothes whirled slightly. The blood in her hand not only did not stop, but also had a greater momentum. Her pretty face was cold and she was about to put the half-dragon man into the blood whirlwind. A gentle laugh that she had been looking forward to for a while, with a little uncertainty, beat her to the point where she stood in a stiff position, "Red clothes?"

A familiar gentle voice sounded faintly at the door... The delicate body suddenly stiffened, and the strange blood wheel on the little hand quietly slowed down, and finally dissipated. He turned around and looked at the black robe standing at the door, and said softly in disbelief: "Broly? Is it you?"
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