In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a 50/50 relationship with anyone

After crushing Ye Qingxian's sword light, the remnant soul of the Eleventh Throne Demon God left a series of afterimages on the spot and came in front of Ye Qingxian.

Ye Qingxian seemed to see a hint of mockery in the scarlet eyes of the remnant soul of the Eleventh Throne.

This made Ye Qingxian's heart sink suddenly. The residual soul of the demon god on the eleventh throne really had intelligence, just as his master had told him before he came to Louyue Country!

boom!

A scarlet blood lotus appeared in the dragon claw-like palm of the Eleventh Throne Demon God's remnant soul. The moment the blood lotus appeared, the Eleventh Throne Demon God's remnant soul crushed the blood lotus, and a scarlet air enveloped the fist of the Eleventh Throne Demon God's remnant soul.

boom!

There was another loud bang, and the remnant soul of the Eleventh Throne Demon God punched Ye Qingxian.

"The remaining soul of the demon god from the eleventh throne has used his magical powers?!"

"Something is going wrong!"

"Go, go, go!"

Upon seeing this, several cultivators who were originally watching Ye Qingxian fight with the remnant soul of the Eleventh Throne Demon God were all horrified and fled the place in a flash.

If the remaining soul of the demon god had no intelligence, they would have the confidence to escape. After all, no matter how powerful it was, it was just like a fool who only knew how to act based on instinct.

But if the remaining soul of the demon god had intelligence, or had memories of his previous life, they might be killed here!

When Ye Qingxian saw the remnant soul of the demon god from the eleventh throne burst out with the power of all things and rushed towards him with one punch, his heart sank.

This punch was too fast, there was no way to dodge it!

Moreover, the remaining soul of the 11th Throne Demon has become intelligent. When he fought with me before, I was probably just playing cat playing with mouse!

boom!

With a loud bang, Ye Qingxian raised her sword to block the punch of the remnant soul of the 11th Throne Demon God. The sword suddenly shattered, and her body flew backwards, and with a bang, she smashed into the ruins of Lou Yue Kingdom.

However, the next moment, the remnant soul of the demon god of the eleventh throne did not give Ye Qingxian any time to breathe. He teleported in front of Ye Qingxian, a sneer appeared on his ferocious face, and he raised his foot to step on Ye Qingxian.

At this moment, Ye Qingxian did not hesitate at all and crushed the life-saving trump card given to her by her master - the Thousand-mile Jade Cicada.

The moment Qianli Yuchan was crushed by Ye Qingxian, her figure disappeared on the spot.

The remnant soul of the demon god of the eleventh throne stepped on the ground, and the earth suddenly shook. A large pit covered with cracks appeared under the feet of the remnant soul of the demon god of the eleventh throne.

"Ho...ho..."

The remnant soul of the demon god on the eleventh throne showed a look of surprise on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a strange sound came from his throat, not knowing whether he was laughing or saying something.

at the same time.

Li Zhoujun had just arrived in Louyue Country not long ago. He also successfully completed the system's task, signed in at Louyue Country, and his cultivation level broke through to the tenth level of eternity.

Just when Li Zhoujun completed the task and was about to return home, an accident happened.

He saw a wave in the void before his eyes, and a beautiful figure flew out from it. Li Zhoujun instinctively dodged to the side.

Pfft!

A dull sound was heard, and the beautiful figure faced the ground and made an intimate contact.

"Hiss!" Li Zhoujun took a breath of cold air.

Li Zhoujun took a look at the pretty figure.

I saw this pretty figure wearing a ruqun, with waist-length hair. Even from the back, one could tell she had a well-proportioned figure. She was definitely a beauty.

Swish!

At this moment, a sound of tearing void sounded behind Li Zhoujun.

Li Zhoujun looked back in surprise, and saw a pair of red hands covered with scales, like dragon claws, stretching out from the crack in the void, slowly pushing the crack open to both sides. Then, a red figure with a ferocious face standing in the crack in the void began to stare at Li Zhoujun.

There are several heads hanging around the waist of this red figure.

These heads were still dripping with blood.

The owners of these heads were none other than the cultivators who had previously watched the battle between Ye Qingxian and the remaining soul of the Eleventh Throne Demon God. At this moment, fear was written all over the faces of these cultivators.

"Quick...run away..."

The graceful figure in the skirt woke up at some point, turned over, cleaned herself up with weak hands, and said to Li Zhoujun's back after falling face down and getting a mouthful of mud.

"Huh...huh..." A hoarse sound came from the red figure's throat, and he grinned at Li Zhoujun with a weird smile.

Li Zhoujun also gave the red figure a sunny smile.

Seeing this, the red figure said nothing and swung his hand like a dragon's claw towards Li Zhoujun.

However, Li Zhoujun used his 50-50 ability to easily block the claw with a wave of his sleeve.

The red figure narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, the red figure changed his moves and did a back kick towards Li Zhoujun's forehead.

However, this kick was easily blocked by Li Zhoujun with two fingers.

"Roar!"

The red figure saw that his attacks were blocked by Li Zhoujun one after another, and let out a roar like a wild beast from his throat, and his moves attacked Li Zhoujun like raindrops.

However, Li Zhoujun's figure was graceful and he took on all the moves of the red figure.

Just when the red figure attacked Li Zhoujun again, Li Zhoujun dodged the attack by turning sideways. He touched the ground with his toes and soared into the air. A white chess piece appeared between his fingers.

boom!

Li Zhoujun pinched the white piece with two fingers and pressed it down. A huge phantom of the chess piece suddenly appeared above the red figure, and as Li Zhoujun moved, it also pressed towards the red figure.

A trace of solemnity flashed in the red figure's eyes.

boom!

A loud bang was heard, and the huge phantom of the chess piece, under the control of Li Zhoujun, fell towards the red figure. The red figure immediately used both hands to support the falling huge phantom of the chess piece.

Under the shadow of this huge chess piece, a trace of regret and fear flashed in the red figure's eyes.

It seemed that he should not have taken on the huge phantom of the chess piece head-on. The force of the chess piece was almost as strong as the limit of his strength. He could only hold on with all his strength and could not move at all. He could only stand where he was punished.

"You want to take my life as soon as we meet?" Li Zhoujun smiled as he looked at the red figure that was unable to move, and then looked at the woman in a skirt lying on the ground, dying.

The woman in the skirt watched the fight between Li Zhoujun and the red figure, and said weakly to Li Zhoujun: "Thank you..."

After saying this, the woman in the skirt fainted on the spot.

"Heh...heh...I am the residual soul of the Eleventh Throne Demon God..." At the same time, the red figure behind Li Zhoujun made a low and hoarse sound, as if he had not spoken for a long time and seemed a little stuck.

Li Zhoujun looked back, and saw the remnant soul of the eleventh throne demon god, holding up the phantom of the chess piece in the air with both hands, staring at him intently, with anger in his eyes that seemed to be bursting out: "Let...let me go..., the Seventy-two Demon God Temple...I will spare your life..."

Li Zhoujun smiled and said, "If you agree to one of my conditions, I will let you go."

“Speak…” said the remnant soul of the Eleventh Throne Demon God.

"Help me make a fire and roast the chicken." Li Zhoujun smiled slightly.

“What?!” The remnant soul of the eleventh throne demon god raised his voice, staring at Li Zhoujun with eyes full of disbelief and rage, and even his voice became smooth, “How dare you humiliate me like this?!”