There are all kinds of wonders in the world. There are always some incredible things in this world that people can’t figure them out thoroughly.

Yang Kai's eyes turned slightly, and he pointed at another demon saint and asked, "Where is this person?"

Although he only observed the situation over there through a mirror magic treasure, this demon saint is still the most conspicuous existence. It is not that his appearance is special, but that it gives people a feeling that cannot be ignored. Yang Kai looked at it and felt that this guy was not easy to mess with.

Boya's expression was also extremely calm. She carefully identified it and said, "If you read it correctly, this person should be the first demon saint, Lord Huang Wuji."

"The First Demon Saint?" Yang Kai was surprised, "The Twelve Demon Saints actually have a ranking?"

He has been in the Demon Realm for quite some time and has never heard of such things. He just doesn’t know how much Yu Rumeng ranks and how much Bei Limo ranks.

Boya laughed and shook her head: "The other demon saints are not ranked high or low, but Lord Huang Wuji is recognized as the number one demon saint!"

"He is the strongest?" Yang Kai asked in a voice.

"It is also the oldest demon saint." Boya nodded slightly.

Yang Kai watched carefully, remembered the guy's face, and asked again: "What race is he from?"

"The Demon of Power!"

Yang Kai secretly had a toothache. The demons who were born in the power demon were already good at strength. This is the strongest and the oldest qualification. In fact, their strength has probably reached an unimaginable level. I don’t know who can compete with it in the Star Realm.

Then with Boya's guidance, Yang Kai recognized these demon saints all over the place. Speaking of which, Boya had never seen these demon saints before, but the racial characteristics of these guys were too obvious. Many of the names of demon saints were widely circulated in the Demon Realm. Boya only needs to compare them according to their characteristics.

The Fire Demon Red Flame, the Feather Demon Fuyu, the Stone Demon Mokan, the Shadow Demon Wuhua, the Corpse Demon Zuyao, the Bone Demon Ge Meng, the Sand Demon Youqiu...

Including the succubus Jade Rumeng, the snow demon Bei Limo, the red demon firebu and the blood demon blood li, and the power demon Huang Wuji, these are the twelve demon saints standing at the peak of the Demon Realm. None of them falls here, and the race behind these twelve demon saints is also the most powerful race in the Demon Realm, besides the Fire Demon Family, it is also the most powerful race in the Demon Realm.

Staring at the scene in the mirror, Yang Kai held his breath.

Just like the tranquility before the storm, on the battlefield that was unknown, Mingyue was alone confronting the twelve demon saints, both bright and dark, with a calm expression and the eight winds remained unmoved. Many demon saints seemed to have no intention of taking action first. Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they were confident that they would stay here forever, but Mingyue might not have the chance to seriously damage one or two of them. If they were not careful, they might even be pulled by him to die together.

So even though the Demon Saints had the advantage in the scene, none of them took the first move. What's more, their plan was not to kill Mingyue here, but to consume his power as much as possible to create a chance to kill for the semi-saints behind them.

There is a tranquility between heaven and earth, and even breathing cannot be detected.

This confrontation lasted for several days and nights. The figures of the Emperor and the Demon Saints seemed to be an eternal painting between the world, motionless, which made Yang Kai feel anxious.

Although he was not in the battlefield, Yang Kai knew that the more he dragged back, the smaller the chance of Mingyue's escape. Although he had been in confrontation for several days, Mingyue had not recovered in the past few days. The qi of the Twelve Demon Saints was definitely locked on him. As long as he showed a little flaw, he would immediately face a storm-like blow. He had to maintain a high concentration at all times to deal with such a dilemma. Under such circumstances, his energy and spirit were consumed all the time, so how could he recover?

Even Yang Kai, the bystander, understood such an obvious truth. Why didn't Mingyue, who was in the center of the vortex, know? If you want to break the deadlock, Mingyue must take risks to have a glimmer of hope. If you confront each other like this, his situation will only become worse and worse.

At some point, Mingyue suddenly moved, slowly raised her hand, raised her palm to her chest, pinched a magic trick, and a soft light suddenly appeared on the surface of her body.

And the moment he made some moves, many demon saints also looked in their eyes, and each of them had demonic energy soaring into the sky.

On the mirror of the magic treasure, the body of the blood ripped into a blood light and slashed towards the bright moon. The blood light arrived in an instant and suddenly turned into a blood net that seemed to corrode all things, facing the bright moon.

Mingyue held the other hand in the void, and a long sword that seemed to be condensed from the moonlight was held on the palm of her hand. She didn't even look at it, and she cut it away with one sword.

The blood net was divided into two, passing by Mingyue, regaining the bloody figure, and opening his mouth and spitting out a bloody mist at Mingyue.

The bright moon had no time to look at it, and suddenly a full moon appeared behind it, hanging above the head, the moonlight shining, and the blood mist swelled quickly. At the same time, his sword had already emerged like a dragon, and the moonlight sword turned into a rain of swords, covering his body.

A bunch of bright red balls had already flew in front of him, but Huo Bu sneaked over while the blood was entangled. Yang Kai could see clearly that the bright red balls were fired from afar by Huo Bu, and it was extremely fast.

The sword net collided with the bright red ball, and a loud rumbling sound suddenly appeared. The ball burst open, as if red demons were self-exploding, and the light soaring into the sky enveloped Mingyue's figure.

Swallowing...

The three rays of light were in the shape of a font and shot from afar, but the feathered demon Fuyu used the supreme archery technique.

There was also a skeleton demon full of dry bones. The tall skeleton demon approached from below. As he approached, his teeth opened and closed, making a crackling sound, which was creepy.

The sandstorm broke out, and the shadow demon had already hidden his body. The stone demon had a stone luster on his body, and rushed to the front with his strong defense as a flesh shield to block the bright moon's bright moonlight.

The cold wind roars and snowflakes are flying. Each snowflake is like a sharp blade. Under the raging wind, a craze of snowflakes and sharp blades are rolled up. On the other side, there is a fire light that soars into the sky and shines on the sky. The flames of the demon's red flames are burning, and they want to burn the sky and the earth.

There was a murmur sound like a dream, and when the scene on the mirror of the magic treasure changed rapidly.

With one move, the whole body was moved. With the bright moon, the twelve demon saints took action together. On the distant battlefield, there was a battle between dragons and tigers.

The scenery on the mirror of the magic treasure was shaking violently, and all kinds of light filled it. The bursting sounds were deafening, one after another.

Yang Kai could no longer see the situation there, his hands were tightly clasped on the edge of the magic mirror, and his face was a bit terrifying.

Boya turned his head curiously and looked at him, thinking for a while and comforted him: "The twelve lords are all over there, and the Holy Lord will definitely not have anything to do. The king doesn't have to worry too much."

Yang Kai was silent. What he was worried about was not Yu Rumeng, but Mingyue!

At that time, the Demon Saints were able to seriously injure Mingyue and trapped in the Great 6 of the Zhoutian. It is natural now. And compared with that day, the lineup of the Demon Saints is stronger today, Mingyue's situation is really worrying.

The battle showed no signs of stopping from the beginning. Whether it is the bright moon or many demon saints, there is a trend of distinguishing the superiority here. Occasionally, when the scenery in the mirror of the magic mirror is fixed, Yang Kai can also see some blurry situations.

Without exception, the bright moon is being besieged, and the situation is getting worse and worse.

It is rare to be able to achieve this level by fighting against the masses with few, but even if you fight for your life, how much vitality will you have?

Yang Kai didn't know what Mingyue was planning, but now that things have come to this point, he has a slim chance of escaping from the Demon Realm. He estimated his strength over and over again, thinking that if he rushed forward, he could help, but what made Yang Kai feel discouraged was that even if he turned out all his trump cards, he would probably not be able to get close to the battlefield there.

His fingernails had been tucked into the flesh, and the golden blood stained the edges of the magic mirror red, and his face was so ferocious that he almost ate people.

Boya and others also felt Yang Kai’s bad mood. They were all silent and none of them dared to disturb him.

Time passed slowly. With the help of Yu Rumeng's occasional attack, Yang Kai could see a little bit of the situation on the battlefield through the magic mirror. Mingyue was already covered in blood, covered in scars, and her face was pale as pale as paper. Even if the secret magic powers she used were not present in person, Yang Kai could feel that they were not as good as before.

On the other hand, the more relaxed and relaxed the Demon Saints responded. The twelve Demon Saints' natural magical powers were different, and the cooperation between the distance and the near complemented each other. Every moment, two or three gathered beside Mingyue and disturbed him. Then, the Demon Saints who were proficient in long-range attacks took action to injure him severely and sprinkled blood in the sky.

There is also the shadow demon, demon, saint, and the saint, who can always reveal his figure when the moon is unprepared and leave scars on him.

The full moon hanging behind Mingyue's head was already turbid and dim, and it could no longer shine with the previous light.

The world collapsed, and huge cracks in the void were like the cracked mouths of heaven and earth mocking the incompetence of the ants.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the chaotic battlefield, Mingyue suddenly chuckled, and a small voice spread throughout the fields: "I have received such a respect from all the holy masters, and I feel very honored to be buried here. Even if I am buried here, I will have no regrets. However... My Mingyue’s life is not something you can take as long as you want!"

As the words came to an end, a ball of light suddenly filled the world, making the magic mirror surface turn white. Then, a sensational aura came from a distant place, sweeping across the four poles.

Yang Kai looked up at the other side with a pale face and his body shaking even more.

Mingyue is forced to go to the forefront. Is she going to self-destruct?
Chapter completed!