In Zhaoyang Palace, the demons finally waited for the return of the monarch.

Mo Xian was in a good mood. After returning, he announced the news of marrying Fan Yue as his wife in Zhaoyang Palace. No one dared to argue with the leader of the demon clan and the elders.

Everyone knows the incident of the Demon Flute. Even the Demon Lord's younger brother and Fan Yue escape together cannot change Mo Xian's determination to marry Fan Yue. This situation is hopeless, Mo Xian's intention has been decided, and no one can change it.

On that day, the Demon Lord's meeting was extremely smooth. Without it, the Demon Lord did not seek everyone's consent at all, but just informed the decision, let the Presbyterian Church look at the date and choose a good time to settle the marriage date.

This will be opened from morning to noon. It is rare that Mo Xian is so concerned about everything. He will do it himself in every link, making the entire Presbyterian club go around.

Lingxuan is also very diligent today and is in line with Mo Xian in everything. Lingxuan is Mo Xian’s military advisor and one of the four major clan leaders. Since he is so attentive, other people naturally dare not neglect them. The atmosphere at the meeting was very warm.

Mo Xian was even more happy, and was completely different from his wife's condition when she ran away.

Lingxuan was so happy to see Mo Xian, and was quite fucking the iron while it was hot, and said with a smile: "Since the Demon Lord announced today that he would marry Miss Yue, this is also a great event for our demon clan.

In my opinion, Miss Yue is both talented and beautiful, and is indeed a good match for the Demon Lord. If the Demon Lord attaches such importance to Miss Yue, my demons naturally cannot lose their etiquette. There should naturally be an engagement before the official wedding period. What do you think?"

Everyone looked at the dish and smiled at Mo Xian and nodded, saying yes. After Lingxuan and the Elders discussed, in order to cater to Mo Xian's idea.

The most recent auspicious day was planned, and the engagement ceremony was held for the Demon Lord ten days later. Everyone was now accepting the order and leaving.

The news of the Demon Lord's engagement instantly seemed to grow wings and spread throughout the six realms.

On this day, Mo Xian finished his court meeting and just left Zhaoyang Palace, he saw Ye Ying waiting outside Zhaoyang Palace with Chengying in her arms.

He looked at Mo Xian, and was angry. Chengying was unsheathed and pointed his sword at Mo Xian. The guard outside Zhaoyang Palace was shocked and quickly drew his sword out of the sheath, surrounding the nighthawk in the middle.

Nighthawk was unmoved, without frowning, staring at Moxian, and said coldly: "I remember you made a promise to me in Warcraft Valley.

Are you planning to turn your promise and kill me? Or do you fulfill your promise and ask me to ask her in person?”

Magic Xian waved his hand, stepped back from the guard, looked at Nighthawk deeply, and said slowly: "Nighthawk, this is not a place to talk. If you want to know what I think, follow me to Red Leaf Valley."

After saying that, he glanced at the Nighthawk, his body soared into the air and flew towards the Red Leaf Valley.

Ye Ying's eyes moved, and then followed Moxian toward Hongye Valley.

Magic String stopped on a mountain peak in Hongye Valley and quietly waited for the nighthawk.

Nighthawk arrived, pointed his sword at Moxian and said angrily: "Moxian, you are despicable! Do you remember what you promised me in the Valley of Warcraft? Why did you take her away? Why did you force her to marry you if you don't let us meet?

I used to respect you as a man, but I didn’t expect you to be so despicable and shameless in order to get her.”

Mo Xian looked at Nighthawk coldly and said, "Nighthawk, you'd better pay attention to your tone. If I hadn't seen that you took Qinglian back and saved Yue'er, I would have killed you long ago.

I am despicable? Nighthawk, don't think I don't know what you are planning? Do you think I really don't know that your true body is a dragon? You get the Qinglian back and I get the essence and blood of Jiufeng, what are your next plans? Do you think I really can't guess it?

If I don’t take Yue'er away, you may have brought her back to the gods now! If you want me to fulfill my promise, will you abide by the agreement? If Yue'er doesn’t want to return to the gods, will you respect her opinions and let her stay in the demons?"

Nighthawk was furious and trembled with anger. He said coldly: "Since you know everything, what are you waiting for?"

His sword tip shook and he rushed towards the demon string with a powerful force.

Magic Qian's footsteps a little, and his body shot back. He smiled and said, "Not bad! Nighthawk, since you want to fight, then we can just fight happily.

If I lose, you can take Yue'er away. If you lose, you must also abide by the agreement. If Yue'er voluntarily stays with me, you must not make things difficult for her, nor force her away."

Ye Ying's eyes turned cold and she said coldly: "Okay! Just a word is determined. I have long wanted to understand how powerful the legendary Demon King is."

He accelerated to activate his spiritual power, his breath surged. He no longer hid his strength, and his clothes and appearance began to change. He was wearing a white robe, with a golden dragon shining at the end of his sleeves, his face was as jade as he was, and his eyes were cold.

A trace of surprise flashed through Mo Xian's eyes. He looked at Nighthawk and said, "It turns out that you are from the Tianluo family. This is your real strength. You have indeed hidden a lot of personal information."

Nighthawk smiled coldly, and Chengying in his hand suddenly rolled up a whirlwind and slashed towards Moxian.

But he said sarcastically: "You are not bad for each other, do you think I really believe you are really hurt in Warcraft Valley?"

Mo Xian put a look on his right hand, and the "Soul-Devouring" appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he faced Chengying's pressure.

He laughed loudly: "Nighthawk, you are a smart opponent, but it's a pity that even if you hide your own personalities, you are still not my opponent."

With a look of his eyes, the "Soul-Devouring" shone brightly, and he suddenly cut off Chengying's Wia and rushed towards Chengying. Ye Ying's eyes turned cold.

His wrists trembled quickly, and he quickly slashed out more than a dozen wires towards the "Soul-Devouring" and his body quickly ejected backwards to avoid the power of the "Soul-Devouring".

Mo Xian didn't give him a chance to breathe. If he was like a ghost, he rubbed his body up and moved through Chengying's sword rain, and instantly flashed to the nighthawk.

Nighthawk was shocked. When he realized that Moxian's "soul-eating" was already close.

He tried his best to avoid it, but he could not get rid of the entanglement of "soul-eating". He gritted his teeth, shook his body, exerted his true body, suddenly soared into the air, and pounced towards the magic string on the ground.

Moxian's eyes moved and she said, "Nighthawk, I'll let you know where you lost?"

A dragon roar sounded, and a purple dragon shadow appeared. The purple dragon soared into the sky and stood directly with the white dragon.

Over the entire Red Leaf Valley, there was a sudden dark clouds covered with thunder, and then there was a storm and storm, passing through the lightning that ran across the entire sky from time to time.

The people of the demon race stopped and looked up at the direction of Hongye Valley. They saw two giant dragons appearing and disappearing in the black clouds, and thunder sounded loudly, and the two dragons churned and bitten in the air.

After a while, the winner was decided. The purple dragon tail suddenly rushed into the air, and the huge dragon claws grabbed the white dragon and grabbed the white dragon's body in the dragon claws.

He hit the peak of Hongye Valley hard, and half of the peak was hit, and the white dragon fell to the ground.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped. Magic Qian returned to his body, stood on the ground, staring coldly at the injured nighthawk who fell to the ground, and also returned to his body.

Said: "You lost!"

Nighthawk turned around and looked at Mo Qian, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He wiped a blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand indifferently.

He sneered: "Yes! I lost, so what? Are you going to kill me?"

Mo Xian glanced at him and said, "Who are you? What is your relationship with Yue'er?"

Nighthawk laughed: "Didn't you guessed that I am from the Tianluo family? I still need to tell you who I am?

As for me, what does her relationship with her? Why don’t you ask her? Or are you afraid that if you ask her, she doesn’t want you, so she will return to the gods with me.”

Mo Xian's eyes turned cold and he hit the Nighthawk with a palm.

The nighthawk's throat turned sweet and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Xian flew to the nighthawk, grabbed him in his chest, and said angrily: "You are looking for death! Don't think that if you took Qinglian back and saved Yue'er, I will not kill you.

My patience is limited, you'd better give it honestly, otherwise I'll kill you immediately."

Nighthawk laughed, looked at Moxian jokingly, and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Moxian, you don't have to threaten me. Even if I don't say anything, you won't kill me."

Mo Xian threw the Nighthawk to the ground, "Soul-Devouring" pressed against his chest, and said coldly: "Do you want to try it?"

Nighthawk smiled and said, "Yeah! Try it!"

He simply closed his eyes and waited for Mo Xian to take action.
Chapter completed!