"So, his life experience is still a mystery." Song Fei whispered.

"Ah Hoo Hoo!" the little silver dragon looked expectantly at the fire Lord with big black gem eyes. He didn't know why. The little silver dragon thought he should know where he came from and who he was.

The flame Lord bowed his head and said: "I'm sorry, Wang, the real life experience of Yinlong may only be known by the top experts in the fairy and divine world. I was just a little Yan devil at that time, and all I heard was legends. Everyone is willing to accept that they were born from the place of chaos, saying that they slept in the place of chaos before the emergence of heaven and earth. This can also explain why they are so powerful."

"OK, I see." Song Fei nodded and whispered, "you go down."

Looking up at the void, from the simple words of the flame Lord, Song Fei seemed to see the bloody killing hundreds of thousands of years ago, the death of one plane after another. It was really a loss of life.

Song Fei stroked the head of little silver dragon and said softly, "if you are really their offspring, I hope you don't follow their footsteps, otherwise, I will only kill you myself."

What's the difference between that boundless sin and evil gods? If xiaoyinlong really has only killing in his mind, Song Fei has to kill him.

"Ah woo! Ah woo!" the little silver dragon shook his head, showing a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Song Fei gently stroked and whispered, "don't worry, as long as you are still like this, no one can hurt you. Anyone who wants to hurt you will be ruthlessly killed by me. I will always accompany you to find your real life experience."

"Woo, woo!" the little silver dragon hovered around Song Fei and gently rubbed his arm with his horns.

"Yes, yes, you have also broken through to the seventh level of xuanjing. Let's break through to insight and pull the demon king down from the throne." Song Fei said with a smile.

"Ah woo, ah woo." the little silver dragon clenched his fist and looked up at the void with his black gem eyes and Song Fei.

The rule of Optimus demon realm has added four demon palaces again, reaching the scope of six demon palaces in total.

Each of the four newly added demon palace fields is much larger than the jurisdiction of Kunwu demon palace where Song Fei is located.

Song Fei issued a search order again. Except that the three insightful demon kings could not leave the area where Song Fei lived, all the other demon soldiers and Demons began to mobilize.

All the Warcraft mines were fully exploited. All Warcraft above the golden elixir were killed. They were inexplicably caught by the demon generals and continuously put into and transported to the kuilang demon palace where Song Fei temporarily lives.

The ore moistened by the magic gas for a long time began to be valued by the magic soldiers and generals and began to be mined.

In this demon world, magic stones are often mined and magic objects are often eaten, but the magic mine has not been mined for a long time. The most huge resource belongs to the magic mine that no one cares about.

A large number of magic minerals were transported to the flame territory from afar. After returning this time, the flame Lord began to refine minerals himself, leading the people to refine minerals and extract a steady stream of raw ores for Song Fei.

While swallowing the improvement of Warcraft, Song Fei has sent spies to inquire about other warlords in the surrounding territory.

The war was then prepared, the sharp blades radiated the luster of death, and the shadow of the war began to spread to the outside world and enveloped other territories.

Xiuzhen world, endless desert.

Zhao Yu was dying. He was lying on the hot yellow sand. The hot sand was mercilessly roasting his flesh and blood. His mana could not even resist the external heat.

Dying? Dying.

All the pills had been exhausted. Zhao Yu could have gone back to Qin Shihu again and asked him for some more pills.

But Zhao Yu didn't. He wanted to tell himself that he couldn't have the idea of pills in his heart. Maybe he was too dependent on pills to break through.

Since the escape from the Heilin mountains, the remaining three elders, Zhang Xiong, Liu Qingqing and Zhao Yu, have broken through, and even Lei Zhu, who was weaker than him, has broken through. Zhao Yu has already held a tone in his heart and must become stronger.

I have experienced countless wars. It seems that I have been fighting every day for the past six months. I seem to have died many times. I have been very lucky to survive several times.

This time, it seems that I am not so lucky. On my head, there are three big men with a face of Qiu whiskers who have pressed towards me. The miserable white light emits a breath of despair.

The evil sect did not expect that they would die in the hands of the evil sect.

Four Yuan Ying masters, if they still have the strength to fight at ordinary times, but now they can't move their fingers, how reluctant they want to fight again.

However, Zhao Yu was laughing. He patted the yellow sand with his palm and let his body bounce off the ground.

A staggering Zhao Yu, who was standing on the yellow sand, almost fell, but he was supported by his right foot and pressed his right knee with both hands, so that his feet would no longer tremble.

"A dying man." the friar of the evil sect gave a contemptuous sneer. After seeing the current situation of Zhao Yu, the three put away their swords and took out a dagger from the storage ring.

After seeing the dagger, Zhao Yu laughed and said, "why, do you want to dig out my eyes and cut off my arms immediately?"

"Yes, you can't resist now. Only by digging your eyes can you play the greatest role." the person asked nodded seriously.

"Hehe, are you sure to eat me?" Zhao Yu was laughing. He held the long sword of the best spirit instrument in his hand, and his fighting spirit was booming again. "Qingtian sword sect will not stop fighting as long as there is still one breath."

The three friars of the evil sect shook their heads disdainfully and walked slowly towards Zhao Yu, as if they were going to cut a dead livestock.

"War, war, war!" regardless of the three approaching bodies, Zhao Yu's body still broke out a majestic sense of war.

"Power, power. My Qingtian sword sect is the power to fight." Zhao Yu laughed wildly, "until death."

Looking at his slowly approaching body, Zhao Yu suddenly converged his smile, a touch of doubt appeared on his face, and asked himself: "what is this, why do you have such a strange feeling?"

The three friars of the evil sect who were slowly approaching suddenly felt the yellow sand under their feet and began to surge without warning. The whole piece of yellow sand seemed to be teased by a huge hand, and suddenly the waves were undulating.

"Ha ha ha, xuanjing, xuanjing." a laugh came from the front of the three. They saw Zhao Yu laughing like crazy, with tears in his laughter.