The demon's voice was extremely cold and he could not hear any emotional fluctuations at all. However, when Murong Ningyue saw these demons, he thought of their evil deeds in the Yaoguang Continent, and his new and old hatreds surged together.

"Go to die! You scumbags!"

Murong Ningyue shouted and directly attacked the demon. The demon was not panicked when he saw Murong Ningyue attacking without saying a word.

The black fog around the demon spread rapidly, and instantly wrapped Murong Ningyue in it. Murong Ningyue felt that his body was trapped in the mud and became very difficult to move.

What shocked Murong Ningyue even more was that in the black fog, his soul seemed to have been affected, and he felt a little drowsy. A vague voice called himself to give up resistance and sleep quickly.

Fortunately, Murong Ningyue's soul power was extremely powerful. She was temporarily confused for a while and then returned to Qingming. Although her body was affected, she still waved her long-standing fist towards the demon.

Seeing Murong Ningyue get rid of it so quickly, the demon seemed a little surprised, but his movements were still steady, and he also raised his black mist-covered arm to block Murong Ningyue's punch.

Murong Ningyue did not feel the resistance she imagined. Her fist was as if it was hit on a piece of cotton, and there was even a suction force that sucked him towards the demon.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Murong Ningyue hurriedly retreated. Of course, the demon would not let Murong Ningyue retreat so easily, and also punched Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue could only use one punch to block it in a hurry. A powerful force came from this punch, and a strange force also rushed towards Murong Ningyue's mind.

Seeing this, Murong Ningyue was very anxious. He should know that fighting was the soul. Once the soul was damaged, it would be a big deal. However, no matter how hard Murong Ningyue tried, it would not stop the power of the soul.

Soon the strange power entered Murong Ningyue's mind. At this time, the soul fire woke up from the deep sleep instantly, swallowed the ball of energy, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Murong Ningyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, but although this strange force was solved, the power in the fist was really there. Murong Ningyue stepped back dozens of meters before stabilizing her body.

Ye Yaorao knew that Murong Ningyue was stubborn and originally wanted her to deal with the demon alone and not interfere easily, but now seeing Murong Ningyue suffer a loss, Ye Yaorao could no longer hold it back.

As the saying goes, a dragon dies when it touches the scale. For Ye Yaorao, Murong Ningyue is his scale!

"Women who dare to bully me, go to die!"

Ye Yaorao and Murong Ningyue punched the demon. Facing Ye Yaorao was not as relaxed as when facing Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue only has the fifth level of cultivation, so this demon can see through it at a glance, of course it is not a fear, but Ye Yaorao's cultivation is something he can't see through it.

Expanding his own black fog to the extreme, the demon almost seemed to be immersed in a piece of dark ink, but Ye Yaorao's fist was like a sharp sword, directly piercing through the black fog.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of his fist hitting the ** instantly resounded in everyone's ears. It turned out that these demons were also flesh and blood!
Chapter completed!