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Mo Yun and Zhao Xing, Zhao Hun are good brothers that cannot be ignored. Although Zhao Xing and Zhao Hun belong to the Zhao family in the Zhao family, their cultivation talents are too poor.

Therefore, there is no rejection of the appearance of the demon cloud.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Yun inadvertently revealed the fact that he was a demon one night when he drank wine.

But what he never expected was that Mo Yun regarded Zhao Xing and Zhao Hun as brothers, and the two really betrayed Mo Yun mercilessly.

After telling Xu Wei about this, Mo Yun's parents both perished, and Mo Yun himself was reduced to the realm of death row prisoners.

"You two, here's your breakfast and refreshments."

A familiar voice awakened the demon cloud in anger.

Zhao Xing put the two trays on the table and said to Mo Yun and the man in black robe, "You two, I'm at the door, just call me if you have anything."

As he said that, he glanced strangely at the demon cloud that kept shaking.

At this time, Wu Zetian also saw that something was wrong with Mo Yun. He stretched out his jade hand, grabbed Mo Yun's arm, and said in a low voice, "Calm down, Mo Yun, do you know what the consequences of being exposed now mean?"

Mo Yun took a deep breath of the cold air and nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zhao Xing's surprised voice.

"You, you, you are the magic cloud?"

Hearing this, Mo Yun's pupils shrank slightly, shook his head, and deliberately said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person."

Zhao Xing's body was shaken. As a partner who has played with Moyun since childhood, Zhao Xing is too aware of Moyun's every move.

He can be sure that the person in front of him is indeed the devil cloud.

"This guy, Mo Yun, was able to escape the pursuit of the Holy Realm, and he still has such a powerful and beautiful subordinate."

For a time, a deep jealousy rose in Zhao Xing's heart.

"Sorry, sorry, my brother passed away, I miss him a little, so I can't help but say this.

Zhao Xing's eyes rolled, and his footsteps had begun to retreat quietly.

"If there is nothing to do, I'll go first." Zhao Xing couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

He seemed to see the picture of the demon cloud being besieged by the people of the Holy Realm, powerless and hopeless.

However, when Zhao Xing wanted to push the door handle, he found that the door could not be opened. Zhao Xing turned his head and stared at the demon cloud.

"How did you find out that I knew who you were."

Zhao Xing asked word by word, and in his eyes, there was a sense of panic and shock that could not be hidden.

Mo Yun said coldly: "Zhao Xing, don't treat others as fools."

Mo Yun said, spare Wu Zetian and face Zhao Xing.

"Don't you need me to take action?" Wu Zetian asked in surprise as he looked at the demon cloud who had spared him.

"No need, this person, I want to kill him myself." Mo Yun stared at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing: "Hehe, Mo Yun, I have to say that you really think too highly of yourself, I am a man with seventh-level spiritual power, and I can become a spiritual master right away.

And you, Mo Yun, are still an ordinary person, what are you fighting me for? "

Wu Zetian frowned slightly. Obviously, what Zhao Xing said was indeed the truth. Meimei turned to Moyun, as if she wanted to stop Moyun's death-defying thoughts.

However, when Wu Zetian looked at Mo Yun's firm eyes, he forcibly held back the words in his heart.

"Hey, I'll take another shot after this little guy is injured."

Zhao Xing looked at the demon cloud who walked in front of him alone, and looked at Wu Zetian who retreated behind him and did not intend to interfere with the battle between the two of them, and his expression couldn't help but get excited.

"I practice the Primordial Binding Technique, this special spiritual technique can briefly burst out the power of restraint beyond my own realm. At that time,

It is absolutely possible to kidnap Mo Yun before that woman reacts. When that time comes, Mo Yun is a hostage, and that woman will not dare to do anything to me.

As long as I can go out, not only will the magic cloud die, but this huge credit is still mine. "

Zhao Xing thought of this, his whole body became excited, his body moved, and he rushed in the direction of the magic cloud.

"Hunyuan bundle." Zhao Xing's right hand turned into a claw and grabbed towards Moyun's arm, white light flashing on Zhao Xing's right hand.

Seventh-level spiritual master, spiritual power can already be mobilized to a certain part of the body.

With the blessing of spiritual power, Zhao Xing's right hand can even crush steel and iron bones, not to mention Mo Yun's 'slim' arm.

"Oops." Seeing this scene, Wu Zetian's pretty face couldn't help but change slightly. He wanted to rescue him, but at this distance, it was obviously too late.

Zhao Xing looked at the demon cloud that was close at hand, with a grin on his face. As if he had already seen the magic cloud struggling weakly in his hands.

"Bounce." Zhao Xing took the right hand of spiritual power and firmly grasped Mo Yun's arm.

"You bastard, let go of the demon cloud." Wu Zetian instantly appeared in front of Zhao Xing, but looking at the demon cloud that had been caught by Zhao Xing, he forced the surging spiritual power back into his tender body.

"Hahaha. Mo Yun, Mo Yun, you are still as stupid as before. As a disciple of the Zhao family, even if my talent is poor, I am qualified to practice the spiritual arts of the Zhao family.

It's definitely not something a disciple of your appearance can compare with. "

Only the next second, the proud grin on Zhao Xing's face froze on his face.

Because he found that the spiritual power in his body was flowing frantically into Mo Yun's body.

"How, how is this possible?"

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing, you are still as stupid as before. As a demon bloodline, even if my talent is mediocre, I still have the innate talent of the demon race."

Mo Yun looked at Zhao Xing expressionlessly, and said lightly.

Zhao Xing wanted to let go, but found that his right hand seemed to be stuck to Mo Yun's arm, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Impossible, even if you have the devouring talent of the demon race, your devouring ability cannot be so strong."

The sinister smile on Zhao Xing's face disappeared completely, and was replaced by endless panic and fear.

First-level spiritual power, second-level spiritual power, third-level spiritual power.

Mo Yun closed his eyes and felt the soaring cultivation in his body, and an intoxicated smile appeared on his face.

"Is this the bloodline power of the Demon Race? No wonder everyone wants to kill the Demon Race. This kind of innate power is indeed maddening with jealousy."

In the past, Mo Yun did not dare to use Mozu's devouring talent because he was afraid of revealing his identity, but now. His identity has long been exposed, and Mo Yun has no regard for it.

Wu Zetian's beautiful eyes widened, looking at the intoxicated demon cloud, a dignified expression appeared on her pretty face for the first time.