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Chapter 391 Remembrance of the Past

"Yes, you are right."

Pianruo regained her sense and reason, and restrained the urge to immediately look for Ming Yeli.

She is seriously injured now, and she may not be able to save Ming Yeli if she goes there. It is better to go back to the Heavenly Demon Palace first, and wait for that despicable divine master to come to the door in person.

"Let the magic doctor stand by at any time. Once I return to the palace, he will treat my injuries immediately."

If Pian Ruo made up her mind, Nan Ting simply exerted two extra strengths, and the dark clouds under her feet slid away and quickly flew away from the Demon Killing Abyss.

After sending Pianruo and others back to Tianmodi Palace, Nanting immediately rushed to the bank of Yanchuan River.

The Heavenly Clan General and the Demon Clan's Demon General are fighting fiercely, and the soldiers of the Heavenly Demon Clan are constantly sacrificing.

Today's Yanchuan Riverside, I don't know how many people were stained with the blood of gods and demons, and how many corpses fell into the river, and their spirits and souls were completely wiped out.

Nanting turned his hand into a cloud. The cloud in his hand was dyed like ink by the power of darkness. The large black sleeve robe was flipped upside down, and the cloud like ink was swiftly thrown towards the face of the general of the Celestial Clan.

The moment the dark cloud touched the general of the Celestial Clan, it quickly turned into a flesh-eating and blood-sucking monster, melting the general's battle robe, and tearing the general into his stomach bit by bit.

Such a scene suppressed all the Celestial Clan soldiers present, and the Mozu soldiers took the opportunity to present an overwhelming advantage and wiped out all the Celestial Clan soldiers in one fell swoop.

In this battle, the Demon Race won, and the Celestial Race lost miserably.

The magic doctor healed Pianruo's wound, but it was the Thunder Sword, not an ordinary sword, and the wound stabbed by it was naturally not an ordinary wound.

Pianruo's cultivation base, which was originally used to maintain the Temple of Light in the Heavenly Demon and Earth Palace, has been depleted, causing her wound recovery to be slower and slower.

The magic doctor came to change her dressing three times a day at regular times, and on the third day, Pianruo waited for the invitation from the God Master to her.

The location is set at the Demon Killing Abyss.

Before going to the appointment, Pianruo took a Wanzong Jiuzhuan Golden Pill. This pill can keep her body in excellent condition for a day, but the sequelae will also be very serious.

Pianruo was fearless, but Nanting, seeing her swallowing the golden elixir, was so frightened that she rushed over, trying to snatch the golden elixir from Pianruo's hand, but unexpectedly, it was still a step too late.

He watched helplessly as Pianruo swallowed the golden elixir, and then, his blood-sucking face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Nan Ting's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"My lord, for him, you are truly fearless. Have you ever thought about what should I do if something happens to you? What should we all of the demons do?"

Pianruo took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and touched her abdomen. The wound there had miraculously healed, which shows how powerful Wanzong's Nine-Turn Golden Elixir is.

She looked at Nanting and said very solemnly: "Nanting, if I don't come back today, the entire demon clan will be handed over to you."

"I don't want it." Nan Ting's eyes were red, and he squeezed Pianruo's shoulders tightly with both hands, "My lord, do you still remember what you said to me when you and I met for the first time?"

Pianruo lowered her head, under her long curled eyelashes, a huge drop of water condensed, but it never fell.

She came from ten thousand years ago, so she naturally knew that if she left today, she would never come back.

South Court...

She owed more and more people.

Yan Nuo, Xun Yuan, Wu Ye, and millions of people from the Demon Race.

"Naturally remember."

The original body of Nanting was the dark cloud formed by the condensate of the turbid air that neither floated up to the blue sky nor sank into the ground when Pan Gu created the world.

At that time, the world was first opened, and there were only mediocre creatures, each of which was different, but Nanting was the moment when it was the most different.

Because, since he was born, he was destined to be tolerated by heaven and earth.

Until I met the Demon Ancestor Huairuo.

Huai Ruo is naturally evasive and always does her own way. On that day, she had just beaten the eight god soldiers of the Celestial Clan until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

The Demon Ancestor was raised by nature, went to heaven and entered the earth, and few people were her opponents. She beat almost all the gods of the Celestial Clan.

When Huai Ruo was at his happiest, he met Nan Ting who was expelled from the Celestial Clan.

The soldiers of the Celestial Clan euphemistically said that the Celestial Clan is a holy place that cannot tolerate filth. The original body of Nanting, to put it nicely, is a dark cloud; , His existence is the biggest flaw in the world, not to mention being able to step into the Celestial Clan.

Huai Ruo was furious at the words of those people.

She flipped her bare hands, and the force of darkness hit those heavenly soldiers heavily.

"what……"

The group of people were caught off guard by Huai Ruo's dark power, and all the knives, guns, swords and halberds in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.

"The Buddha said that everyone is equal throughout life. You are members of the heavenly clan, so what right do you have to discriminate against living beings?"

After Huai Ruo finished speaking, he flipped his hands again, lifted the group of people high into the air, and then fell heavily, causing the soldiers of the Celestial Clan to howl again.

"My lord has never been used to this group of sanctimonious guys from your Celestial Clan. I beat up the Eight Great Soldiers today anyway, so why not beat you together."

If Huai just moved his fingers, the group of heavenly soldiers had no power to fight back, and they were all paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

At that time, Nanting was extremely thin and thin, dressed in black, with a yellow and thin face, which was incompatible with the pure white holy fairy spirit of the Tianzu.

Huai Ruo took a step forward, squatted down, and with a wicked and ruffian smile on his face, he looked at the thin, shivering young man with a smile.

"What's your name?"

He raised his head, the fear in his eyes was gradually covered by worship, and he said timidly to Huairuo: "Nanting, my name is Nanting."

"Nanting." Huai Ruo said the name once, then nodded in satisfaction, "Stand up and kill those who bullied you with your own hands."

Nan Ting: "..."

Huai Ruo stood up and looked down at Nanting from above. His shoulders were no longer trembling. Obviously, he was shocked by Huai Ruo's domineering sentence.

The massacre of the people of the Celestial Clan, such a horrible thing, she can say so lightly.

"What? Don't you dare?"

Nan Ting was still in shock and did not recover.

"They bully you, but you don't even have the courage to kill them. No wonder they bully you recklessly."

In Huai Ruo's words, there was a strong sense of ridicule.

Nan Ting's shoulders shook violently, and he stood up quickly, his face pale with green, "But, they are members of the Celestial Clan."

In the entire Sacred Heaven Realm, there are countless forces, large and small, but in general, there are only two, one is the Celestial Clan and the other is the Demon Clan.

These few soldiers are not collateral, but serious numbered soldiers of the Celestial Clan. If they are killed, he will not be able to escape the fate of being strangled by the entire Celestial Clan.

(End of this chapter)