.    A big battle comes quickly and goes quickly.

The demon army led by Shi Buyi was left in an instant, with only a group of big monsters following behind the wounded like quails, which were killed and injured.

Shi Buyi lowered his head, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his eyes were gray.

This time, he was defeated so badly. His realm fell, his body was destroyed, and his power was lost most of his subordinates. Even if he escaped by luck, other demon giants would not let him go.

"It's ridiculous, too ridiculous to live in such a small tribe,"

The teacher Buyi felt extremely painful.

In his life, he never lost so much, and there was almost no chance of turning around.

This is even more uncomfortable than death for him who is determined to become the new demon emperor and lead the demon clan to the peak.

Along the way, Master Buyi was confused. His state of mind had fallen as much as his realm after being cut off eight heads by his injuries.

After a while, he came to his senses, but found that the great monsters following him were gone.

In front of him, the golden and green palms of the burrowed palms were ignited, and the flames seemed to be refining treasures.

In a vague way, you can see countless rune totem patterns flashing.

"What does he want to do?"

The teacher was not easy to ease his turbulent state of mind. He looked at the Kuixu and felt a vague feeling.

The hidden wound, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, seemed to feel the doubts of Shi Buyi, glanced at him lightly and said:

"Give you a good pair of saddles."

saddle?

Shi Buyi was slightly stunned: "What saddle?"

After being stunned, he came to his senses, his pale face suddenly turned red, and his dim eyes seemed to burn:

"You can kill a soldier but not be humiliated! If you want me to be a mount, it is absolutely impossible!"

who is he?

The powerful person close to the gods, the number one giant of the demon clan, the lord of the holy city, is not easy!

Even if it is a god or a demon, don’t want him to be a mount!

Even if it's dead!

It's absolutely impossible!!

"So what if you are insulted?"

The eyes of the burial wounded eyes were deep, as if a cold color flashed by.

The demon clan has kept the human race for thousands of years and has been swallowed and slaughtered, like mountains and seas, and countless people are regarded as mating objects.

As the number one giant in the demon clan, Shi Buyi is the leader of the human slave in the captive world!

Wouldn't it be a good idea to kill him like this?

"Even if I die, you can't think of it!"

Shi Buyi's eyes were scarlet and it seemed that he was about to drip blood, and a blood column flowed out of the vertical eye between his eyebrows that was pricked by a skull.

Roar ~

He Yangtian let out an unwilling roar, stirring up the storm and clouds.

His body became larger and larger, and his thick hair grew again. Without the body of the demon god king, he still had nine heads, no, the true body of a lion!

If you die, you should not be a mount!

"Futile struggle."

The pain was not moved at all when the teacher was reacted to the Buyi.

The fashion of the Supreme People is not his one-piece enemy, and his half-dead body, so what else can he want to cause?

Huh ~

With a look of indifference, the last rune sank into the flame.

Rumble!!

There was a thundercloud in the sky in an instant, and countless thunders burst into pieces.

It seems like heaven's rage!

In the golden and green flame, the inexplicable pool of liquid evolved instantly and turned into countless rune chains, covering the rising Shibuyi.

Roar ~

The roar of despair and resentment gradually faded as the divine light fell.

I saw a big lion lying across the ground, lying ten feet high on the ground, between its neck, eight sarcomas were hidden in the hair.

When he got up, he put a set of god-level saddle covers that were the same color as his hair on his body.

Roar ~

Amid the low roar, the big lion crawled in front of the wounded body:

"Owner!"

Papa

The hidden wound gently patted the head of the big lion's foot, which was more than half a person tall, and said softly:

"From now on, you can call yourself this post."

Huh ~

As the air flow moved slightly, the lion fell on his back and gently activated it and stepped into the sky:

"However, you need to add a ride to the back."

Shortly after Shi Buyi became a wounded mount, the main hall of the throne in the Sword Gate was completely over.

Feng Wuji, one of the geniuses of Jianmen, succeeded the new sect leader under the attention of everyone.

"Why did the sect leader suddenly become stupid?"

The elders couldn't help frowning from the many hall masters of the Sword Sect.

According to convention, the position of the sect leader should be taught to the strongest after the candidate has gone through a war.

This is a bit of a violation of the rules.

What's strange is that except for Feng Shouzhu being deposed for making suggestions, the other elders pretended to be deaf and dumb, and even Fang Jiange and Jun Sixie, who were related to their vital interests, seemed to have no opinions.

“A little weird”

Among the crowd, Zhong Yue frowned slightly and looked at Feng Wuji, who looked solemnly at the top of the head.

"Oh, the Fuxi direct line and Feng clan once fell to this point."

In Zhong Yue's sea of ​​consciousness, Tinghuo glanced at the two old men and Feng Wuji on the stage, and couldn't help but sigh.

At this point, he finally gave up the idea of ​​finding pure blood Fuxi.

Even the Feng family, the largest family of Fuxi, has fallen to this point. There may be no pure blood Fuxi in this world.

"Old Sect Master"

Zhong Yue's eyes were slightly dim.

The deadly silence in the old man became increasingly strong, and this was a phenomenon that was approaching.

This old man who has been working for Jianmen for his whole life is really going to die.

"It's just life and death."

But the fireworks are used to life and death and don’t care about it.

"Life and death, life and death"

Zhong Yue murmured to himself.

The ceremony dispersed, and Feng Shang and Feng Wuji went to the Golden Top of Jianmen together.

After teaching the Great Freedom Sword Qi and other things that only the sect leader could master, Feng Wuji bowed and was about to retreat.

"Wuji, don't you have anything to say?"

Feng Shang, who was old, called Feng Wuji, with a hint of complexity and hope in his heart.

"The Sword Sect will definitely carry forward under the leadership of its disciples."

Feng Wuji turned around, looked solemn, and bowed and said, "Don't worry."

Feng Shang closed his eyes, no longer had any fantasies, and said lightly:

"It is to carry forward the Xiaomang God Clan, the envoy of the Xiaomang God Clan!"

No one knows how disappointed Feng Shang is.
To be continued...