The Supreme Demon Clan died here.

The world is lonely, and the cold wind blows through this ruins.

Zhou Xuanji pulled out the Burial Heaven Migration Sword, took off his storage ring, and was about to turn around and leave, a voice came into his ears: "Zhou Xuanji, come here and get together, I have something important to discuss with you."

He remembered the sound.

Seek the truth!

His mind moved and disappeared immediately.

On the other side, the sky was boiling, and everyone seemed extremely excited.

On the thousand-foot peak next to it, Xian Xianghua couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Zhou Xuanji has the upper hand, Ji Huang Demon Lord is a ten thousand-year-old demon after all, and may have a backup plan and kill Zhou Xuanji by chance.

Fortunately, there is no.

Why did this guy lose his mind as soon as he met Zhou Xuanji?

She was puzzled, but she didn't think much about it.

She stood up and left, while the Thirty-Six Demons were so excited that they began to discuss excitedly.

...

In the woods, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the grass.

Zhou Xuanji stands against seeking Tao.

He asked softly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Jue Dao took a deep breath, clasped his fists with both hands, and suddenly half-kneeled in front of Zhou Xuanji.
Chapter completed!