Ling Luoyu was speechless.

This is somewhat similar to the fighting method between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party during the Anti-Japanese War.

She drank tea unhurriedly: "If it's lurking...you should have already started?! As far as I know, some of you are lurking in the Demon Race, and the Demon Race has put an eyeliner on you too!"

"What you are talking about is a low-level eyeliner. The Muse project involves a higher level of lurking! You should have discovered that the exercises we practice do not have the breath of the demon. This kind of breath is similar to that of the demon. It's a bit similar, so the Muse plan is to send the trained disciples to the Yaozu to complete the final battle!!"

The final battle? ?

Ling Luoyu raised his eyes brightly, and looked at the three of them thoughtfully.

"It's not impossible for you... you want me to do things for you! But I have the conditions!"

"You said!"

"I don't care what your muse plan is, I need these people to follow my command, and I will start now!"

"Impossible!" Qi Lao rebuffed.

This matter was planned by the Demon God and planned for many years, how could it be handed over to Ling Luoyu halfway, and even start now!

They have read the contents of the Demon God's Handbook.

It was for Ling Luoyu to obey their instructions, not for the disciple in the Muse plan to become her chess piece.

"Then we have nothing to talk about!" Ling Luoyu decisively got up and left.

Old Qi and her two veterans looked at each other, and the three got up.

"Ling Luoyu, don't force us to keep you behind!!"

Ling Luoyu stopped abruptly, and turned his head slightly, the posture of the three people about to make a move fell into the corner of her eye.

Xie Ning curled her lips, and her curled eyelashes made a ripple, fainting into her deep ink-stained eyes.

"Master Qi, didn't the demon **** tell you not to mess with me?!"

"boom!"

The Primal Chaos Spirit suddenly rose, and the golden light instantly condensed into a whirlpool in her palm, which was released like a hurricane.

"Sizzle!"

There seemed to be a breaking sound from the surrounding space, and the three of them seemed to have been drawn a sap, and they flew out involuntarily.

"Three, seeing that you can be regarded as my half-master's sake, I won't put too much hands on it, but...you don't want to force me anymore!!!"

The cultivation in the Demon Palace made her Chaos Yuan Ling soar. Now, it has reached the thickness of the thumb, and the light in the dantian has gradually become thinner, seeming to be on the verge of disappearing.

Master Qi sank down, feeling the pressure on his face, and shook his head in disbelief.

"She...what is her technique?!"

The tyrannical power of this kind is far above any demonic exercises he knows.

Yu Lao Yungong resisted, his eyes exclaimed: "It can be seen that she didn't want to do it with us! Otherwise, a few of us, I'm afraid there is really no good fruit!!"

"So, that's why I like her..."

Before he could finish his words, the two men gave him nowhere to hide with contemptuous eyes.

"Look at what I'm doing? What I said like is not the kind of like you said... ugly!! I am admiring!" Suilao stretched his neck in protest.

Look at the eyes of the two, as if he is a heavy taste pervert who loves little girls!

Ok!

Everyone likes the little girl, but this little girl is a wild rose with murderous thorns, and not everyone can touch it.