Chapter 4379

No, it won't! There are many powerful musicians in the world. How can they be divine musicians? What's more, even the musicians in those days never heard of anyone who could cultivate both demons and spirits. Maybe, it's just a powerful musician with unknown powers! After all, there are several other martial brothers in xiaoyaomen. They are a little rebellious. Isn't it a big deal? It was in the minds of the spiritual practitioners that the war finally came to an end. Wu Zhuang, Yan Yue and Wu Chu have been subdued by Si Tiancheng and Yun Ruohan. They can't move. In the corner of Tianmei hall, there is a small isolated space. Hearing Zhe's gloomy face, he stares at the seven people of xiaoyaomen who are surrounded by spiritual cultivation and magical cultivation, and his eyes are filled with extreme anger and unwilling. Failed! He has been dormant for thousands of years, and his plan, which he thought was infallible, has just failed. Although the king killed heaven and Emperor Ming Jue, it is likely that they will be doomed. But if these people in the temple are safe, it means that the demons will not fall apart, and the demonic cultivation and spiritual cultivation will not end up in a feud. On the contrary, after this battle, the reputation of the demon Princess junmuyan completely reached the peak. She can completely replace the position of King killing heaven and become the leader of the demon clan. In addition, the gratitude and admiration of spiritual and magical cultivation gained by xiaoyaomen. In this way, the master's plan was not implemented smoothly, but there were more obstacles. As the implementer of the plan, he messed up such an important plan and exposed his identity. He was afraid to think about the punishment he would receive when he returned to his master. Wen Zhe's teeth cackled and he hated the seven people in xiaoyaomen. It's all them! It was they who destroyed his plan and made him face such a dilemma“ My Lord, if we don't go, I'm afraid the magic hall won't be able to trap them, and we can't hide our tracks! " There was an anxious voice from his subordinates. Although the magic hall is now the mustard space controlled by Wen Zhe. But this mustard space originally belongs to the demon lord killing heaven. Wen zhe only used the Acacia magic charm to temporarily control this mustard space. But this kind of control is limited after all. It costs a lot of magic power. In particular, Wen Zhe is now eroded by the blood melting curse, and the evil Qi in his body is exhausted. He has gradually lost control of the Tianmei temple. If you don't leave now, even this small space will be discovered. At that time, they will be the target of public criticism. Wen zhe took a deep breath. Although he was unwilling, he had to accept his failure. His hands slowly made a seal. At the same time, a black talisman floated out of his arms. It's his last resort. It's a way to get them to safety quickly. However, the next moment, Wen Zhe's ear came a burst of sneer“ Do you want to escape at this time? Wen Zhe, do you think you can escape? " Wen zhe suddenly opens his eyes and sees the burning black talisman standing still in the air. Then a hand grabbed the still black talisman from the air and quickly tore it to pieces. Transmission stop, also equal to Wen zhe their last escape road is blocked. Wen zhe sneered at the cold night, "little mouse in the sewer, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."