on the open field. 。As for the Chimu Sheep Demon and Ren Qingxu's family of three, their faces were as usual, but they felt rather strange in their hearts. Judging from the appearance, these hundreds...At this time, Mo Yuanyan didn't even have time to feel sorry for herself. If her life was gone, no matter how good the things were, they would just end up in someone else's hands. 。What truly worried her was the blood-sucking mosquito demon getting closer and closer. 。At their current pace, they would be overtaken by the blood-sucking mosquito demons before reaching the lava pool. 。At this time, the displacement symbol has also been used, and Mo Yuanyan can no longer turn the tide behind. 。Only watching the grim reaper relentlessly approach from behindusly. In fact, as a merged demon cultivator, three late-stage Crimson Weeping Blood Demons were still quite courteous to him. After all, whether it was controlling power or such a demon war, the Crims...