The unrestrained battle was over, and Zhang Ping got another half an hour of rest.

The senior executives and elites of the demon clan breathed a sigh of relief for a while. Zhang Ping's name was simply the urging of the King of Hell! He was so scared that the demon was so scared.

Zhang Ping's side ushered in a warm cheer. However, Hong Zhenguo dispersed everyone and asked Zhang Ping to hurry up and rest.

But Lu Qingfeng seized the time and shouted: "Zhang Ping, you did a good job and it was wonderful."

"Is that true? Haha, I feel that too." Zhang Ping pinched his chin and suddenly slutted: "After that, Commander Lu, you are the commander. You can't do it if others can watch the fun.

Those skills and strategies that can strike your heart should be your job and responsibility. You can’t just watch the fun, you have to give advice, you are the general person in charge of this exploration!

There is also the fact that the demon clan secretly set up a curse, but I, the person involved, discovered it.

You are the person in charge, you are the person in charge, you are the person in charge!

What you are doing, you can’t imagine! You’re eating...you’re eating plain rice!”

"I...you..." Lu Qingfeng rolled his eyes in anger. After a while, he said angrily, "Boy, others don't attack the house for three days, but you will rebel if you don't fight for three minutes!"

Zhang Ping was silent and sighed leisurely, "Commander Lu, I will give you a chance to reorganize your words. It makes me sad that you say this. Alas, my heart is so cold.

I was fighting bayonets in front, and the life and death of more than 100,000 human elites pressed on my shoulders. I was only eighteen years old! But I actually got such a review."

You are only eighteen years old! That's what you are going to say!

Lu Qingfeng really wanted to rush to Zhang Ping now and give the bastard the back of his head.

At the beginning, everyone was indeed angry and worried, but now, it is basically certain: Zhang Ping is not talking big, he can really kill the demon clan alone.

But pressure does exist, and Lu Qingfeng also admires Zhang Ping like this. But what does this kid say tone!

Lu Qingfeng snorted, "What do you want me to organize? Don't you know what your attitude is?"

"Oh..." Zhang Ping held his heart, "Commander Lu, I am very nervous, under great pressure, and tired now, and I am also influenced by the curse of the demon clan. Not to mention such crazy killing, my mind has been dirty and ignorant, and even affected by murderous aura.

So, what I should do if I have bad behavior. If you want to forgive, I believe the people will also forgive.

But you are different. You are the commander. You are outside the cave and you are just participating in the scene through projection technology. You said what will happen if this matter is exposed?

By the way, I've recorded it all."

Lu Qingfeng only felt the blue veins on his head swelling, and even danced on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want me to say!"

"Oh, Commander Lu, your expression scared me." Zhang Ping carefully patted his chest, as if you were scaring others, and he was so scared that he was jumping around with some paper.

Lu Qingfeng's teeth creaked, almost squeezed out three words from the gaps: "I'm sorry!"

"Oh, Commander Lu..."

"You're enough!" Lu Qingfeng ended the call directly and was out of sight.

"Hmph, a big man is so stingy!" Zhang Ping rolled his eyes, lay down and fell asleep.

Although he has merits on his body, he can replace sleep; now Zhang Ping has been completely reborn and his foundation is beyond imagination, but such fierce killing still put Zhang Ping under tremendous psychological pressure.

Sleep is the best way to relieve stress and a powerful way to adjust your mindset.

Zhang Ping is now debugging his mentality: think of those super-large broiler processing factories, tens of thousands of broilers slaughtered every day. It is said that some interstellar trade meat food companies kill millions of broilers, pigs, cows, sheep, etc. in a day.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping felt much more comfortable. Anyway, the demon clan is not a human being, so it would be much better to imagine being a monster or a wild beast. Thinking about the killing in the cave of Longshan, the assassination on May 1, etc., Zhang Ping became more and more determined to strengthen his determination - sleep first, and then wake up and continue!

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. When Zhang Ping came to the arena again and was about to call the King of Hell, a noise suddenly came from the demon clan. Then Zhang Ping saw the "old friend" Nan Jiangyu leading the team.

Behind Nan Jiangyu, hundreds of "successful squads" were transporting the army with their heads.

However, Zhang Ping's eyes were fixed on Nan Jiangyu, his eyes narrowed, his face was curious and expectant, and he was even more vigilant: I don't know what tricks this female fairy wants to play?!

In the noise of the demon clan, Nan Jiangyu walked up to the ring step by step, stood in front of the boundary of the ring, took a deep breath, and a decisive light flashed across his face. He gently raised his foot and stepped into the ring!!!

Zhang Ping was a little shocked: Oh, are you here to be the real one?

This is the first time Zhang Ping has hesitated and shocked since the battle! It is not because of Nan Jiangyu's beauty, but because of her identity and meaning.

Nan Jiangyu came to the scene in person, which was equivalent to the ancient Chinese princes wearing a ward, and they were still the same as those who went to the world without returning!

The demon clan was even more uproar: there were actually top demon elites coming forward to die! Many demon clans felt unbelievable, and then everyone began to remain silent; finally, an unspeakable aura began to brew among the demon clan.

Zhang Ping frowned slightly: In the last battle, or in the killing, he tried his best to provoke the demon clan to destroy the self-confidence and internal unity, and achieved remarkable results; he did not want to let his efforts be wiped out just because of Nan Jiangyu's brave death.

No! You can't just give up! Zhang Ping made a decision in his mind and had some ideas at the first time, and then Zhang Ping started his own performance.

Zhang Ping frowned at first, hesitated and shocked, and there was a faint surprise on his face. He hesitantly stepped forward, but only took half of his feet and took back six steps, setting a distance from Nanjiangyu.

Then Zhang Ping coughed twice, took two steps forward, and shouted in a pretentious manner: "Why are you here? Go back quickly! As long as you admit defeat, you can do it."

An uproar occurred again inside the demon clan - the situation was wrong.

Zhang Ping did not hesitate at all before. There were so many demon clans, but Zhang Ping did not blink and cut his head away without blinking.

But what expression do you have now?

The vast majority of demons are hesitating, watching, analyzing, and waiting.

However, as the "monster" involved, Nan Jiangyu almost instantly understood Zhang Ping's ideas. Zhang Ping was indeed difficult to deal with.

Just a few understatements actually resolved the atmosphere created by my own place.

It’s not easy to die!

Nan Jiangyu took a deep breath again and had already made a decision in his heart: when encountering such a thing now, explanation is useless, even if he can't explain it clearly, even if the explanation is worse and worse. The best way is to sacrifice to the sky! Sacrifice yourself to the sky!

Want to say that Nan Jiangyu is willing? Of course she is unwilling to accept it. She has not seen Zhang Ping's death, and has not seen China's grief because of the loss of Zhang Ping. Research on foundation building has stagnated for a hundred days, nor has she seen the rise of her own and the demon clan.

But as the princess of Yunxiao Shengque, Nan Jiangyu understood even more - it would be fine if she didn't get the lot, but since she got it, there would be no way out.

She could regret it, but the consequences were not something she could bear - the plan was proposed by her, and she also proposed to let the senior elite die, and she still proposed to draw lots!

Anyone can go back on her, but she has no room for regret. Once she goes back on her, the matter will collapse this time; the hatred of the demon clan that had been killed and injured before, and even the responsibility of the demon clan Cave Heaven that was blown up by Zhang Ping, will be suppressed on her and the entire Yunxiao Shengque clan. The consequences are unimaginable.

On the contrary, if she dies, Yunxiao Shengque will receive the glory of a hero. Even if things fail in the end, everyone can only sigh when they say it - Shi Ye is life, we really do our best, and the princess of the demon clan are all dead.

Then, Yunxiao Holy Que will gain more resources from the demon clan and have more say in the rule and management of the demon clan.

So, Nan Jiangyu made the decision - to die!

As for whether the demon clan secretly made trouble during the lottery draw this time, Nan Jiangyu didn't know that this matter was difficult to verify. This is already like this and is inevitable.

Of course, before leaving, Nan Jiangyu had already told the maid that he had to tell my parents when he went back that he was passive in drawing lots!

Yes, Nan Jiangyu didn't know if there was a guy who secretly tampered with it, but as long as he died and insisted that he was tampered with it before he died, it would be enough. Next, even a political cabbage knew: take the opportunity to play to gain more benefits.

This is Nan Jiangyu's final contribution to Yunxiao Shengque, which is enough to make those demons who "go back alive" unable to raise their heads and silently accept Yunxiao Shengque's bone-knocking and sucking marrow.

This is politics, purely only interests, no feelings.

At this time, I stepped into the edge of the arena and looked at the ground that had solidified layer after layer, like the "blood" of red tofu. Smelling the pungent smell of blood, my life flashed through my mind. Nan Jiangyu waved his spear, stepped across the sticky and slippery ground, and walked towards Zhang Ping step by step.

The red lips opened lightly and said coldly: "Come on! Didn't you say that the demon elites and senior officials are afraid of death?"

The demon clan became quiet, and everyone looked at Nan Jiangyu's proud figure.

Nanjiangyu can speak Chinese, but at this moment she is speaking the language of the demon clan.

Zhang Ping laughed as he listened to the translation of Hong Zhenguo beside him.

The battle began. Nan Jiangyu was not willing to be killed. She broke out.

Nan Jiangyu suddenly burned and turned into a crazy flame. The flames expanded rapidly, expanding to two meters, three meters, and four meters, and finally stabilized in a five-meter range, occupying almost half of the ring, forcing Zhang Ping to the corner.

The flame was golden, rolling in high temperatures beyond imagination, and the blood around it quickly dried up and burned, and an unpleasant burnt smell appeared in the air, which was disgusting.

As the flames rolled, the image of a golden phoenix was faintly formed; the golden phoenix's eyes looked at Zhang Ping with burning rage.

Suddenly, Nanjiangyu roared towards the sky, and his figure quickly turned into a golden phoenix, and began to merge with the golden phoenix of flames. The majestic pressure spread, and a circle of golden flames spread out loud, like a shock wave.

Wherever the flames passed, the ground was burned to pieces, and the rocks turned into white ash. The corpses of the surrounding demon clans turned directly into powder.

Almost at the same time, clouds appeared above Nanjiangyu's head, and lightning and thunder were roaring.

It turned out that at this time, Nanjiangyu had completed the transformation of his spirit and reached the height of the foundation-building stage - the realm of the demon clan should be called "adult demon body, advanced demon body". Now, the ancient power in the bloodline has been activated.

But before the sky thunder condensed, Nan Jiangyu launched an attack. She... or "it" opened her mouth and spit out a golden demon pill. It was a flame demon pill, a burning little sun.

Zhang Ping understood at a glance: This is the origin of the demon clan, and Nan Jiangyu really doesn't want to live anymore.

At present, the power of the Golden Luan is faintly similar to the true fire of the sun, but not as good as the true fire of the sun. It feels a bit diluted.

Zhang Ping understood in his heart: the ancient demon Jinluan should be controlled by the true fire of the sun.

However, the flames of Jinluan rolled at high temperatures, and the stones were burned to ashes. Zhang Ping did not even bend a single hair.

Nan Jiangyu, who burned all his bloodlines and foundations and turned into flames, looked at Zhang Ping and saw that Zhang Ping was actually not damaged in the flames. He was a little shocked, and then despair... Why is this person so powerful!
Chapter completed!