Chapter 112 Sorry for Being Promoted Again

"Why? Why are you always at odds with me? Everything I asked for has been ruined by you. Killing you a thousand times is not enough to vent the hatred in my heart."

There was no trace of humanity in Moluo Shiqian's destructive red eyes, but only endless hatred.

It's a pity that although he has the cultivation level of a little demon king, he is a new demon man with little mastery of demonic energy and zero combat experience.

Unlike An Shiqiu, who has lived in Shushan since he was a child, his disciples often fight and fight with each other. Even if he is only a first-level pill-forming practitioner, he can outdo Demon Luo Shi Qian, and the fight will be miserable.

It was also Mo Luo's bad luck. After running here, he encountered a group of fleeing people who were about to leave the imperial city.

These people in front of him are like walking big tonic pills. He only needs to suck the flesh and blood of a few people to restore their vitality.

Therefore, no matter how powerful Jing An Shiqiu is, after a long time of consumption, the spiritual energy will be exhausted and the situation will turn increasingly unfavorable to him.

Moluo Shiqian was also keenly aware of this, so he dared to speak out wild words, vowing to kill the culprit who caused him so much pain.

An Shiqiu took a breath, with unwillingness in his eyes. He didn't want to give up like this, but he had nothing to do.

His time was too short, and he didn't even have time to apply makeup on himself. If he could copy the Demonic Time at this moment, he would be able to weaken the opponent's strength.

Don't underestimate this point. At the critical moment, a slight difference can make a huge difference.

The two have been fighting for so long, and they have always been between brothers. With this blessing, he can turn defeat into victory immediately.

"Don't be too crazy. It's hard to predict the outcome until the last moment."

"Today, your demon clan is besieged by monks, and not many of you can survive. Even if you can escape me, you can't even think of escaping those powerful Nascent Souls."

If you lose, you don't lose. You have to build up your momentum and use psychological tactics to confuse the opponent.

Not to mention, this trick is quite useful against a prince like Moluo Shiqian who is not familiar with the world.

He was now alone. Facing those monks who were flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, he felt a sense of awe in his heart, and he couldn't resist at all.

He is only qualified to bully his only relative, commonly known as being a bully in the nest.

"Stop talking nonsense and fight quickly. Don't waste time. One of us will die here today!"

Moluo Shiqian didn't want to cause any more trouble. He didn't dare to underestimate the monk's methods. The opponent's attack methods were various. If it weren't for his deep demonic power, he might have been frightened out of his wits.

For example, at this moment, there were four monsters lying behind him, which he had finally killed, eliminating An Shiqiu's support.

Unexpectedly, the opponent also attacked with various talismans, and wasted another half an hour to consume all the talismans.

Later, when the two of them fought with real swords and guns, and after another life-and-death struggle, now was the final moment.

An Shiqiu talked so much nonsense, but he was just forcibly absorbing a pill to enhance his spiritual energy. There was still a little bit left, so Mo Luo Shi Qian couldn't wait to take action.

Small three-foot-long demonic dragons besieged him from all directions, forcing him to give up absorbing spiritual energy and instead accumulate spiritual energy all over his body, preparing to kill him.

Either he dies or Moluo Shiqian dies.

He couldn't keep this black sheep and continue to cause trouble to the world.

He even wanted to avenge the old Emperor An.

Even though the blood between the other party and him is thicker than water, this patricide cannot but must be avenged.

"Bang~~~"

With a violent collision, he rushed towards the lake behind him like a rag kite.

There was no surprise. He was defeated. He only gave the opponent a heavy blow and did not kill anyone.

However, the opponent's demonic energy was rushing through his body, constantly destroying his meridians, and rushed straight to his Dantian.

If this place is destroyed, even if God comes, he will not be able to revive him.

That's it, he's done his best.

An Shiqiuren vomited out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, waiting for his meridians to rupture and his Dantian to shatter and die.

Just when he was desperate, he suddenly felt that his cold body was being forcibly pulled by a strong force.

In a daze, he felt a vast amount of spiritual energy, like trickles, gently rushing into his limbs and bones, constantly repairing the damaged meridians and spiritual body.

The most important thing is that this spiritual energy is expelled like a tide, and like a latecomer, it forcibly catches up the rampaging demonic energy, and fights with it at the door of his Dantian.

He was trembling with pain, and he was almost lifeless by this unbearable destructive force.

"Lao Liu, if you dare to die now, I will cut your body into thousands of pieces and feed it to my flying monster."

Wow, this is senior brother... why should he be so cruel?

Jitong's flying monster is as thin as skin and bones, and extremely ugly. Even if he is eaten, he must be eaten by the pink lady, and he must not die in the belly of such an ugly monster.

An Shiqiu, who was about to close his eyes in silence, mustered up another energy and struggled with the earth-shaking pain in his stomach.

For him, every second of this process is like a year.

However, from the perspective of outsiders, it was just a blink of an eye. The demon Luo Shiqian had already fallen into the fishing net and was forcibly caught by the people of Yulin Peak.

"Let me go, you trash, untouchables, you dare to attack me, a noble prince, you have the opposite idea, right?"

Moluo Shiqian seemed to have not removed himself from the position of fourth prince An, and was still delusional.

Everyone present was made to laugh stupidly by this man.

"An Shiqian, and neither is your mother. You are a pariah, a trash, a scum that will destroy the country and destroy the species. You are 90% responsible for the collapse of Anguo."

"If I were you, I should buy a piece of tofu and kill him without having the nerve to scream nonsense here!"

What followed was the merciless beating and humiliation from the Yulin Peak people.

If you don't bully people now, why wait?

An Shiqiu was injured to death by this guy, they had to avenge Lao Liu!

Hearing the shrill screams, An Shiqiu was shocked to wake up.

The situation was very good, but he couldn't let his hair down at the last moment, and he had to live until the end no matter what.

Finally, after a cup of tea, the massive amount of spiritual energy finally wrapped up the unruly demonic energy and forcibly pulled it out of An Shiqiu's dantian.

These demonic powers are very contagious. Fortunately, everyone present has recovered their cultivation. After being washed with spiritual energy, they can be completely destroyed, so there is no need to be as frightened as before.

An Shiqiu saved his life in a crisis. Not only was he blessed with great fortune, but he also received great benefits from heaven.

After Jitong's spiritual power deeply cultivated his body, it indirectly doubled the width of the meridians.

He, he, he... actually advanced to another level and became a monk with the second level of elixir formation.