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Nighthawk and the soldiers of the demon clan had already dug in Frost Knife Valley for six days and six nights. When the magic flute closed the seal, the ice layer collapsed, and a large area of ​​ice sheet collapsed, blocking the passage below tightly.

He looked cold and stared at the demon soldiers desperately digging the ice layer. Standing with him were Lingxuan, the patriarchs of the demon clan, and elders. Their faces were all ugly, and they secretly called the Demon Flute vicious. If this large ice field collapsed, even the Demon Lord might not be able to escape.

Not far away, Magic Die was tied up all over his body. Two demon soldiers held him, kneeling on the ground with their knees, staring at the place where the seal was opened. His face was extremely pale. When the seal was opened, despair firmly grabbed his heart.

Yue'er, she was buried under her, and he regretted it very much. Why didn't he close the seal and let her go? If she dies, it will be an eternal pain in her heart.

Nighthawk was extremely anxious and his resentful eyes swept at the Magic Di. This damn wolf is not enough to do anything. He wants to kill Moxian, so why should he get involved with Fan Yue? This idiot can't even see him personally. If something happens to Fan Yue, he will not let him go first.

After suffering for so long, I finally had the chance to see her again, but she was buried under this ice field with the Demon Lord, and I don’t know how to live or die. Nighthawk was incredibly in pain, it was all blamed for being too late. After planning for so long, could it end up like this?

He secretly prayed that God must let Fan Yue live. Fan Yue is not only the hope of the gods, but also his own hope. While waiting for her, he already understood that his love for Fan Yue had already occupied his heart and penetrated into his bones.

As long as she is alive, she will have the opportunity to save her, return to the gods and kill the demons with her.

The cold wind in the Frost Knife Valley was blowing and the ice layer was hard. After six days of digging, the passage was still not dug through. The excavation work progressed slowly and achieved little results.

The long wait made the Nighthawk almost crazy. He rushed up, his body soared into the sky, used his spiritual power to hit the ice crazily.

Cracks appeared in the ice layer. He coldly commanded the demon army and shouted loudly: "Dig with spiritual power, dig for me day and night until I find the Demon Lord."

He acted like this and led by the leader. The elders and patriarchs looked at each other without daring to be negligent. They followed him and sacrificed their spiritual power to fight the ice layer.

Finally, under the attack of this intensity, the top ice loosened a lot, and a large amount of ice and snow were thrown out of the passage.

Yehawk's eyes were cold and he stared at the cold ice surface. Under his remaining power, the demon soldiers desperately used their spiritual power to dig the ice.

The soldiers with low spiritual power continued to fall down. Finally, a soldier of the Liehu clan who looked like a leader ran to Nighthawk for advice: "My Lord Nighthawk, the brothers have been digging for six days and six nights, and their physical strength has reached their limit. Many brothers have fallen down. Can you give everyone a rest before digging?"

Nighthawk grinned and said, "Do you want to rest?"

The soldier was confused and nodded and said, "It's not just me, everyone wants to take a break."

Nighthawk looked at him, his eyes moved, and the shadow was unsheathed. The soldier's head soared into the sky, and a bloody rain sprinkled out. Nighthawk's face remained unchanged and cruelly glanced at the silent soldiers.

Coldly said: "Is there anyone else to rest?"

The soldiers shivered in fear, lowered their heads, and continued to dig the ice crazily.

The Liehu clan leader, 6 victories, had a hot personality. He was furious and walked up to the Nighthawk and glared at him.

Nighthawk was unmoved and said coldly: "The leader of the 6th clan has any objection to Nighthawk?"

Six Sheng was so angry that his beard trembled and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Nighthawk is so majestic! Kill the chicken to warn the monkey. Just now, the soldiers just told the truth. Even if there is something wrong, they will not die. Master. Nighthawk's handling this is unfair and dissatisfied."

"Fair?" Nighthawk raised his eyebrows and mocked: "The leader of the 6th clan, since Nighthawk has followed the Demon Lord, he only knows loyalty to repay the Lord. Now that the Demon Lord's life and death are uncertain, as a minister, you should do your best to repay the Lord with your death.

Just now, the little leader was actually afraid of death. He took care of himself and completely ignored the safety of the Demon Lord. Such a person disturbed the morale of the army and refused to kill him. Waiting for him to deceive the public and hinder the plan to rescue the Demon Lord?

If he lets him talk nonsense and no one will dig, will the 6 tribes dig it out by themselves?"

"You..." Liu Sheng was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Nighthawk looked at him coldly and said, "Please take the overall situation first and save the Demon Lord. How does the 6th clan leader want to deal with Nighthawk? Nighthawk will listen to the emperor."

Liu Sheng's face turned pale and was still waiting to speak. Qinghao stepped forward and grabbed him, shook his head, and stopped him from saying anything unfavorable.

"Boom!" A deafening sound suddenly came from the ground, and the entire ground was shaking, and everyone was shocked.

Nighthawk lay down and put his ears on the ice. When he heard this, his face changed drastically.

He jumped up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Hide!" His body flew out quickly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, everyone sacrificed their spiritual power and flew out. A shocking explosion came from below.

The ice field where they were just now suddenly exploded, and a huge wave of air swept over, all the ice cubes flew around, and countless soldiers were hit by the splashed ice cubes and fell to the ground to wail.

Nighthawk, elders, patriarchs and other demonic powers hurriedly sacrificed their spiritual barriers to block the attack of ice.

Originally, all the ice cubes in the passage had been blown away, and followed by a terrifying tranquility. Ye Ying's eyes turned cold and shot down from the air, pulled out Chengying, and stared at the passage nervously.

He felt that breath was a terrifying and fierce murderous intent and a tremendous anger.

There was a solemn atmosphere in the air. The elders and patriarchs surrounded them, pulled out their weapons, and stared at the open passage nervously.

A powerful aura emerged from the passage and slowly rose. A strong smell of blood began to spread in this space, and the air seemed to be covered with blood. The ice field was instantly filled with animal limbs. It was a snake, but it was a huge spiritual snake.

Everyone looked at each other, and I don't know who killed the spirit snake and threw its corpse out of the ice. Everyone stared at the passage.

Nighthawk finally saw the figure appear, and he was shocked. It was him. He had seen him in the harem of the island. Before seeing him, he could not imagine that there was such a handsome man in this world, nor could he believe that this huge aura actually came from the man in front of him.

I can't believe that this fierce murderous intent and desperate grief would appear on such a powerful person at the same time.

When Nighthawk heard Lingxuan, the elders of the clan and the soldiers made deafening shouts, and everyone was cheering, "Demon Lord! Demon Lord!"

But he seemed to be unable to hear it, his mind was blank, his eyes were firmly attracted by the woman who was holding tightly in the man's hand. The moment he saw her, his heart fell to the bottom.

He finally saw her, the woman he missed and fought for day and night, it was her! Or he! He grew up together and was intimate with his brother; he lived with him day and night, and his friend; he fought hard and never left him.

He was a woman again, so beautiful, incredibly beautiful, so beautiful that the gorgeous sunset in the sky was overshadowed in front of her.

But why? The enemy named Mo Xian lived well, but she was lying quietly in his arms. He could hardly sense her breath. Is she dead?

Anger arose in the night eagle's heart. He sacrificed all his spiritual power, and infinite murderous intent flowed in every pore of his body.

He slowly walked towards Moxian, and he had only one thought. He wanted to kill him. This man named Moxian took away the person he cared about the most. She was dead and he was still alive.

Mo Xian's body finally fell on the snow, and he seemed unable to hear or see the person in front of him. His face was sad and he looked at Fan Yue, who seemed to be asleep in his arms.

Faster, a few dark shadows cut through the void and shot towards Mo Xian's vest. Black figures kept leaping up from the crowd and flew towards Mo Xian.

Nighthawk stopped. He remembered that he had made an appointment with Magic Die. As soon as Magic Die appeared, he killed him, and Magic Die's people took action. He stopped and stayed on the spot. His plan was to take Fan Yue away while the chaos was in trouble.

But he was stunned. Fan Yue was dead. His plan was meaningless. He now only had one idea to kill Mo Xian and avenge her.

The magic flute on the ground had broken free from the shackles. The two demon soldiers around him had been killed by him. He pulled Qing Ming out, glanced at the Nighthawk, and rushed towards the Magic Xian.

He just turned his back to Mo Xian and did not see Fan Yue's face clearly. He only saw Fan Yue being held in Mo Xian's arms.

If he kills Mo Xian, he will get everything from Fan Yue and the demon clan. Mo Xian seems to have no concerns about the hidden weapons flying over and the people rushing up.

But Nighthawk knew that these people would die. He saw a dark black mist popping out of Mo Xian's body. The moment the mist appeared, all the hidden weapons were popped up and reflected towards the person who was rushing towards him.

With a few muffled groans, several figures fell down. Lingxuan, the patriarch and elders reacted, and they pulled out their weapons and rushed to Mo Xian, protecting their wings around Mo Xian.

But Mo Xian didn't look at them and shouted loudly: "Get out!"

Everyone was confused and stood there on the spot. Mo Xian opened his right hand and the "Soul-Devouring" appeared in his hand with a blazing flame.

Ling Xuan was stunned. Looking at Mo Xian, Mo Xian's eyes were cold and there was no emotion at all. He said coldly: "Lingxuan, you go back! What Mo Di owes me, I'll settle it with him."

Ling Xuan nodded, and with the patriarch and the elder retreated behind Mo Xian. Mo Xian slowly turned around, Mo Di was stunned. He saw Fan Yue in Mo Xian's arms.

He was trembling all over. He raised Qing Ming and pointed at Mo Qian, with a hoarse voice: "What did you...have you done? Have you killed her?"

Mo Xian smiled to the sky, and tears came out of his eyes. He looked at Mo Fei and said word by word: "Mo Fei, my brother, I will protect you for thousands of years. This is how you repay me.

Do you know what you did? If you plot against me and frame me, I can let you go and give you a way out. However, if you kill her, I will no longer tolerate you. You must die today."

Magic Die was extremely frightened and he shouted wildly: "You are talking nonsense, it's not like this, I don't! I didn't kill her. I would rather die by myself than want her to live in danger. She voluntarily jumped down, not me, not me."

Mo Xian's expression was ferocious and roared: "If you weren't crazy and insisted on killing me, how could she jump down? If you hadn't hurt me with a poisonous snake, how could she be so injured by Bai Qi to help me detoxify.

She is dying, and all the source of this is you, you are the initiator, and you must die today."

The "Soul Devouring" raised high, without any restraint, and slashed towards the Magic Flute. The Magic Flute hurriedly offered Qing Ming to resist.

The sound of explosion sounded, and the magic flute's Qing Ming's inch broke. He spewed out a mouthful of blood and was chopped to the ground. The magic string followed like a shadow, and the "soul-eating" slashed at the magic flute on the ground again.

Seeing this, the dead soldiers around the Magic Flute rushed over and used their lives to block the fatal blow.

Mo Xian laughed and said to Mo Di, "Mo Di, you have watched it, you have hurt the person I care about the most. I will let you watch it today, and I will take away everything you cherish the most."

"Soul Devouring" suddenly made a "whip" sound, and the magic flute shouted at the surrounding wolf soldiers in horror: "You go quickly!"

It was too late, "Fire Trees and Silver Flowers Never Night in the Sky", Mo Di heard Ling Xuan and the elders shouting: "Demon Lord, don't!" The magic dim light flashed in the eyes of Mo Di, and the flames soared into the sky, like fireworks, igniting this night sky, bringing hot temperatures to the Frost Knife Valley in the ice and snow.

But Mo Di knew that this was also the fireworks from hell. Mo Di was crazy. He used the "fire tree, silver flower, never night sky" to massacre all the wolf clans present, whether good or bad, because of the mistakes he made.

He shouted wildly, jumped up angrily, rushed over to fight for Moxian. There was no slight pity in Moxian's eyes, and it was full of cruel pleasure.

With a "puff", Mo Di looked at his abdomen in surprise, and was pierced by the "soul-eating". He collapsed to the ground in an instant. Mo Xian destroyed him with just one blow. He was indeed his biological brother, without any credit, and was so vicious that he had destroyed all his cultivation.

Nighthawk stopped moving forward, and the magic string went crazy, and his eyes were red.

He was so powerful that he held Fan Yue in his left hand. With his right hand alone, no one of the many soldiers of the Wolf clan present could withstand him for a turn. Nighthawk knew that even if he went up, his fate would be the same as the Magic Flute.

Importantly, he heard the news that made him patient: "She was not dead. Although her breath was weak, as long as she was not dead, she would have a chance. She was the master of the God of War Sword, with a strong soul and a blessing from God. She would definitely not be in trouble."

The corpses of the Frost Knife Valley were everywhere and piled up into mountains. The other soldiers of the demon clan looked at their demon king in horror. The former monarch turned into a bloodthirsty demon.

The soldiers of the Wolf clan once fought side by side with them, as close as brothers, but now they are all dead in Frost Knife Valley, and the killing has not stopped.

Mo Xian walked to Mo Di, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up high.

Looking at him, he said coldly: "Now, it's your turn, Magic Diary, tell me, do you regret it?"

Magic Di looked at him resentfully, laughed, choked out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty: "Repent? You are right.

I regret it, I regret why I didn’t seal you and let her go; I regret why I couldn’t stop her before she jumped; I regret that I didn’t let her leave you, a waste. Don’t you claim to be very powerful? Why do you live but she is going to die..."

Mo Xian was furious, his palms tightened, and he shouted wildly: "You beast, shut up..."
To be continued...