Jiulita could not move all over his body, and could only watch the sword slashing towards him. This was the full-strength attack of the Nine-grade Demon Lord. Even if his physical strength was strong, he would definitely not be able to withstand this sword.

He looked back at Chi Yixiu who was rushing towards this side, and looked at his huge body that was nearly ten feet high and below. A faint smile appeared on his face. Demon King, he is about to reach the realm of Demon King. Haha, Chiyou Demon Lord, our Taurus clan is about to be revitalized.

Thinking in his heart, Jiulita was already planning to approach fate. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a figure appeared in front of him, which was Ye Jingyu.

Looking at the master in front of him who had obviously reached the peak of the ninth grade and the demon sword that was enough to cut Jiuli Tower in half, Ye Jingyu slowly stretched out his finger, and a simple finger. This finger seemed so fragile under such a violent sword light, but no one would think that this finger would be a simple finger. Even the ninth grade demon king who had produced the sword changed slightly.

Ye Jingyu's arrival was too abrupt. Even if he wanted to put away the knife, it was too late. He could only continue to activate the magic power in his body to slash towards Ye Jingyu's finger. The sword light suddenly lit up a little again.

"Dang...", like a metallic attack, I immediately saw his magic knife shattering.

Before the ninth-grade Demon Lord of the Shura clan could come back to his senses, Ye Jingyu had already stepped forward and directly printed his palm on his heart.

With a "bang...", the ninth-grade Shura was directly bombarded, and a blood mist burst out from his heart, which was so beautiful in the air.

Ye Jingyu was about to step forward to completely wipe him out, a blue figure had fallen into the sky, and directly pierced his forehead with a shot. The strength of the Demon King realm exploded in full swing, and the ninth-grade Shura was directly bombarded into powder.

Seeing Yingkong's move, Ye Jingyu was slightly stunned, but he had no intention of thanking him. Instead, he turned around and flashed to the other side. The Heavenly Lord Sword appeared in his hand, and a dazzling sword light cut through the entire sky, directly shattering a ninth-grade demon king who was fighting with Yingkong to pieces.

The joining of the two masters immediately broke the stalemate. Under the full attack of the two, the remaining ninth-grade demon kings of the Shura clan were quickly killed, and the other Shura clan warriors could no longer be a threat.

A war that lasted for several months finally came to an end, but neither Ying Kongshi, Ye Jingyu, Yan Senxu and others had the slightest desire to be happy. Before his death, Hei Mingba had already told all the dangers they might face. Facing the legendary demons, none of the people present dared to relax.

No one would have thought that several royal families would end in this way against the Purple Flame Demon Clan, and no one would have thought that the Purple Flame Clan, which should have been incompatible with the water and fire, and finally joined forces to eliminate other royal families, and even drove the Shura Clan with the help of the demon dragon.

This was a question they once dared not think about, but now they have not only done it, but also done it, but their mood is still very heavy.

The battlefield was full of corpses, blood of all colors everywhere, and the strong fishy smell spread throughout the sky, and all kinds of internal organs and limbs were everywhere. The demons who could stand looked bustling, and I don’t know how many were left.

Jiuli Tower, Chiyi Xiu, and others were all so tired that they fell to the ground, breathing the unpleasant air one by one. After fighting for so long, even with their perseverance, they were unable to hold on. They were lucky enough.

Looking at the few remaining ninth-grade demon kings and looking at the ruthless faces full of grief and anger, Ye Jingyu's heart was so heavy.

If it were in the past, these demons would definitely not have heartache at all. Maybe they would even move a small stool and sit on the side to applaud. But now, when he knows that they are all descendants of the witch, he only feels speechless heartache.

If they had known today, would they still be so cruel?

The matter of cleaning the battlefield was handed over to Yan Senxu and Ying Kongshi. When they received the Black Mingba's message, they should know what to do next.

With Chiyi Xiu, Liang Xiaoke and others returned to the territory of the Purple Flame Demon Clan first. The battle here has long ended, but the Twelve-Day Witch Demon Formation is still there. With the protection of this formation, the people around Ye Jingyu basically survived except Yuehen without regrets.

After putting away the Twelve Heavenly Witch Destroy Formation, Ye Jingyu saw Hei Ming Shixuan being held in his arms by Hei Ming Yingjie, and Jiufeng and others were there with worry on their faces.

After seeing Ye Jingyu come back, Hei Ming Shixuan jumped out of Hei Ming Yingjie's arms and came directly to Ye Jingyu. His small hand grabbed Ye Jingyu's palm, and his purple eyes stared at Ye Jingyu in a daze.

"Big brother, is he dead, father?"

Hei Ming Shixuan spit out clear words in his mouth. Ye Jingyu opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say? Especially when he saw Hei Ming Shixuan's big purple eyes, how should he speak?

He said yes? He died, for the peace of the entire demon world and to prevent the demons from coming out of the abyss?

Can he say it out loud?

That is her father? That is the father who loves her the most?

He hugged Hei Ming Shixuan, buried her head in front of his chest, gently patted Hei Ming Shixuan's back with his hand, and said in the gentlest voice: "Be good Shixuan, let your brother love you in the future and protect you, okay?"

"Big brother, tell Shixuan, where is the father? Is he really gone?" Xiao Shixuan did not answer Ye Jingyu's question, but asked relentlessly.

Looking at Hei Ming Shixuan's innocent eyes, Ye Jingyu really didn't know what to say, so he could only nod his head gently, and he was ready to cry.

But what is strange is that Hei Ming Shixuan did not cry, she didn't even show any sign of crying. She just looked at Ye Jingyu quietly, without saying or crying, while her originally very lively eyes slowly became cold, slowly cold, slowly losing the innocence that belonged to a child...

Seeing Xiao Shixuan's changes, Ye Jingyu felt that her heart was cut off. She was just a child, she was just a child who needed her father's love. Her father was once so powerful, but now she has fallen. Who else can she trust?
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