Demon King's Repayment - chapter 303

Wuwang knew that this time, it was a dangerous situation he had never had in his life.

The black-haired man in the robe on the roof had almost solved all his disciples who could fight, and was raising the terrifying finger with spatial power, and shaking it toward him.

The fish-tailed water demon hung in the air, and the thundercloud gathered above his head. He raised his arm with disdain, and the lightning was wrapped around it, and it would fall on his head at any time.

There was also the Qingyi Sect’s Toast, riding on the powerful apostle, who took out another blue talisman.

What made him even more disturbed was the adult Sirius, who had freed all the women who had not returned. Wu Wang knew exactly what he had done to him when he was young.

That was the mortal enemy who hated himself. He was coming soon!

“Relying on the many apostles, do you think you could deceive me?” Wuwang looked fiercely, “I will let you know how it feels to be destroyed by the apostles that you are proud of!”

He took out a blood-red rattle from his sleeve and showed a grim smile.

A large amount of Qi was drawn from his body and flowed into the blood red bell. Due to the rapid loss of Qi, Wuwang’s aging face began to become more decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If Nan He was present, he would definitely be able to recognize the bell in Wuwang’s hand as a weapon made from his bones.

This bell, just by shaking it without inputting Qi, could cause Nan He to lose his mind. Inputting such a huge spiritual drive at that moment was unimaginable.

The strange rattle, the bell was blood-red, but the hammer inside the bell was pure white.

Driven by a large amount of Qi, the white hammer lightly struck and made a clear sound.

Ding–!

Ding–!

Ding Ding-Ding Dang!

Yuan Xiang’s mind shook in such a voice, and a secret scorching heat surged from the bottom of her heart, and various images of being with Nan He rushed through her mind, and gradually the whole body began to heat up with it.

“Quickly recite the meditation mantra,” Qingyuan’s voice rang in her ears.

Yuan Xiang came back to her senses, abandoning distracting thoughts, chanting the mantra silently and firmly keeping herself sane.

“Control your apostles. This ringtone has a great influence on demons,” Qingyuan said again. He had lived for hundreds of years, and he knows this artifact that was once famous in the realm of cultivation.

Meiyin bell in the beginning, was one of the powerful spiritual weapons used by humans to fight against demons.

Because the refining materials were extremely difficult to find, they had gradually lost their tracks in the realm of cultivation. Qingyuan never expected to see this long-lost special weapon there.

Once the sound of that bell was roused by Qi, it could evoke the most primitive desire and deepest resentment in the soul. Toasts could meditate to guard themselves, but demons were easily disturbed by the bell to become violent and lose control of themselves.

Dushuo on the roof just turned around, and the sudden ringtone struck his heart.

He was stunned, such a disturbing sound seemed to have sounded in his memory.

Outside the familiar mountain temple, someone beat the gong to summon the villagers.

That was right, it was just such a harsh and noisy gong, a sound from the ears penetrated into his heart.

He lost to a human being, and failure meant nothing but end and death to the demon. But the man refused to kill him, and used a chain, dragging him all the way from the temple into the dazzling sunlight, and into the sight of the villagers.

Dushuo opened his eyes in those scornful eyes, but saw the little fox hiding in the treetops. The little fox he raised by his side peered through the gaps in the leaves at him.

‘Go quickly and get out of here,’ Du Shuo shouted in his heart.

The little fox jumped down from the treetops, ran toward him all the way, grabbed his back neck and ran toward the dense trees.

“Let go of me, Qing.”

Dushuo found himself lost on a swaying sea of ​​blue waves.

The sea rose with a bright moon, and there was a beautiful woman under the moon, and the beautiful woman’s eyes were like water, looking at him.

The little fox raised by him, when did she become this big?

“Can I do it?” The woman had a beautiful face, her red lips curled up, “Even if only once, I could get Lord Dushuo in this life, I can die peacefully.”

Nine long tails stretched out behind her exquisite body, swaying in the misty night.

The mountain God who had gone through a thousand years, his heart had never been shaken for anyone, for the first time it had shaken like a surging sea.

Dushuo nodded when he knew that she was a phantom.

The nine tails spread under the moonlight, tied his hands, wrapped everything about him, led him to sink into the deep sea, and made him surrender in the waves.