The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 130: The Demon King Becomes a Love Brain (55)

Without batting an eye, Rong Yuan attacked the red-robed man, no matter how powerful the ancient demon king was, he would hit first.

When Rong Yuan made a move, the red-robed man was forced to let Wen Xi go and deal with him instead.

Wen Xi fell from the sky like a rag doll.

Rong Yuan stretched out his index finger and made a hook gesture. The falling person paused in the air, fell slowly, and was caught by Bai Yi.

Only Wen Xi and Bai Yi were loyal, and the disciples who followed had already retreated so much that they could hardly see their shadows.

Rong Yuan frowned: "Wenxi, you and Bai Yi go first, and this deity is in the way!"

Wen Xi was unwilling to leave, "Your Majesty saved my life, so how could I run away without you!"

Rong Yuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and hurriedly drove the person away: "...you will only hinder me here, let's go..."

Wen Xi: "...Your Majesty, it's already this time, and you're still joking!"

"If I don't go back, go to Misty Sect and tell Shiyou on my behalf, don't...wait for me." Rong Yuan's tone was a little more serious, and it was extremely difficult to say the last few words.

He regretted it, he shouldn't be so reserved.

You should eat up people early and fulfill your long-cherished wish.

It's better than not being alive or dead now, and before he dies, he didn't even sleep with the woman he likes!

Wen Xi always felt that Rong Yuan was entrusting his orphans on his deathbed, "Your Majesty!"

With a wave of his hand, Rong Yuan sent Wen Xi and Bai Yi out of the cave.

After his own people were sent away, Rong Yuan looked at the man in red robe and said coldly, "Let's fight!"

The man in the red robe casually licked his lips, exuding a sense of violence and danger all over his body: "Boy, you can't beat me."

Rong Yuan gritted his teeth: "How will you know if you don't try!"

Rong Yuan raised his hand, and the black long knife condensed in his palm glowed all over his body, revealing a bloodthirsty cold light in the sharp edge.

The man in the red robe smiled: "You should enter the Tao with killing, but the murderous aura is a bit less, your knife seems to have not drank blood for a long time... It's a pity..."

"If you want to fight, just fight, what are you doing with so much nonsense!"

"Anyway, today either you die or I die!"

"Don't hurt my master!" the little black dragon roared angrily.

The man in the red robe sneered: "A mere juvenile young dragon wants to fight this deity, it's beyond its control!"

"Dark Gold, come out and let it see what an ancient beast should look like!"

A ferocious beast came out from the demon gate, its size was very huge, its mouthful of fangs bared out, dripping stinky water kept coming out of its mouth, it looked very dirty and smelly.

"Master, this little dragon is not enough to fit between my teeth."

The little black dragon yelled: "Your uncle, come and try!"

The little black dragon grew bigger, the giant dragon roared, and slammed into the beast, the beast was not to be outdone, and all its sharp claws popped out, scratching at the dragon's face.

The two giant beasts flew out of the cave and fought fiercely. The trees fell and the grass fell as they passed by. The roar scared the animals within a hundred miles and ran away.

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After half an hour.

Rong Yuan clenched the black long knife in his hand, the knuckles of his fingers made the sound of almost being exhausted and shattered, and bruises appeared in the movement of his fingers.

He could no longer detect any residual demonic energy in his body.

Rong Yuan propped up his body, and now he is able to stand with a knife, but he is maintaining it with one breath.

"Boy, offer up your body."

Rong Yuan clenched his fists to cover his lips, swallowed the bloody smell rolling down his throat, and sneered: "I won't blow myself up..." It's cheap for you.

But the surging inner breath in his body just didn't want him to finish his sentence. He burst out a series of violent coughs again, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs. He arched his body slightly, the veins on his forehead stood out, and his knuckles turned white. .

The man in the red robe raised his eyebrows: "Explode yourself? Do you think you have the right to explode yourself in front of me?"