Bang!

As soon as the scroll was unfolded, Ye Xiu pulled it back, making a painful sound of "squeak", "squeak", "squeak".... No one expected that the soul-painting demon, who seemed to have won, would fall. After falling on the black-robed monkey demon's hand, it could not even break free from it. Seeing this scene, the young masters of the demon clan stopped abruptly and stopped in place, looking at Ye Xiu in surprise.

Monkey demon?

Where did this come from again?

Or the realm of transformation...

Luanfeng, Shami Monk and others were also confused and a little at a loss. If Ye Xiu was going to snatch the demon queen's jade hairpin, they knew that the Monkey Master had no doubt at all, but it jumped out to save people and said that it was its people, which made them a little incredible. With Monkey Master's ability, he would take in a few followers from the Southern Danbu Prefectures.

But the other party is the little prince of Sheng Tang!

"Master Shami, then... the person should be Chen Qingzhi?" Luan Feng asked in confusion with his eyes wide open.

"Well, the son of King Yingxian." Monk Shami nodded. With his identity in Jinshan Temple, how could he not even recognize a person like Prince Chen?

What's more, even if I didn't know you before...

But the scene on the fairy boat is no stranger to it.

"Mr. Monkey said, is this Yingxian King's son his person?" Luan Feng repeated.

"No matter how incredible things happen, I'm not surprised that Master Monkey will happen." Monk Shami took a deep breath and suppressed the surprise in his heart. Then he noticed that the young master of the soul painting in Ye Xiu's hand was swallowed with a 'gulp', with an unnatural expression, and said, "If I remember correctly, this young master of the soul painting clan, like the miserable leader, and Peng Wanli, are all... the monsters of our Xihe Niuzhou?"

"A monster, in front of Master Monkey, there is no power to fight back?" Luan Feng also woke up, stared at Ye Xiu in amazement, murmured foolishly, and said, "So, when it was in the Thousand Spider Cave, it didn't do its best at all?"

"I may not have done my best this time." The shaman monk said quietly.

Luan Feng just woke up.

I was stunned again.

Is this really just a realm of transformation?

...

"Who are you...the hell?" The soul of the painting was still struggling, and the sliver of the true energy condensed into the evil head. He looked at Ye Xiu in shock and roared.

Bang!

The answer to it was a muffled sound.

Before everyone could recover, they saw Ye Xiu's hand exerting a little force. Its shriveled scroll body exploded into a soul fog in an instant, and even the demon soul did not remain at all.

The soul of the painting is dead?

It...how dares it.

This is the young master of the "Ghost Painting" clan!

Seeing this scene, all the monsters were stunned and looked at Ye Xiu with dumbfoundedness. The feeling of the cold lips and teeth made them feel the same. They were terrified. This madman even killed the soul of the painting without hesitation, let alone them? Even the demons such as Shura Ghost King, Ba Snake, etc. never felt that they were much better than the soul of the painting.

Everyone is a monster on the list.

The rankings are similar.

Even their strength and background are similar. If the difference is too great, they will not have been in a stalemate here for so long. Everyone knows very well that even if the ones who fell into Ye Xiu's hands were not Huahun, the outcome would be no exception if they were the people like them. They took a few steps back with a terrifying expression, turned their heads and looked at the mirage demon not far away and asked, "Ming... Chi, what is the origin of it?"
Chapter completed!