Chapter 3359
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With the help of Ancestral Patriarch Taotie, she had reached the middle stage of Dongxu. She had even thought of the second style of Dongxu before she made any progress.
Divine light flowed in Zhen Xiaoxiao's jet-black eyes as she gently opened her red lips. She opened her red lips and said indifferently.
"Who … are you?"
What a trap!
What a trap!
The Demon Suppressing Puppet stood in the wind and grimaced in pain.
He had imagined that his sister's Dao Will would be extremely profound, but he had never imagined that her first style and second style of Dongxu would be so vulgar.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Does her third style of Dongxu need a "you, me, and him" reunion?
It's obviously extremely powerful. Can't she learn from her brother-in-law's elegant state of "wind, rain, and sleep"?
"Who are you?" The Demon Suppressing Puppet frowned. Because she couldn't accept the Demon Suppressing Puppet's Dao Will, she couldn't guess where the Demon Suppressing Puppet's attack point was.
From the Demon Suppressing Puppet's point of view, this question … shouldn't be lethal at all.
Unfortunately, Demon Master Poyuan wasn't someone else here.
Although he felt that his defense was too strong the moment Zhen Xiaoxiao cast the spell, he soon realized to his horror that his opponent's question didn't even pass through the layers of defense enchantments he had set up in front of him. Instead, it easily appeared in his mind and even made his thoughts run wild.
"Who … am I?" Demon Master Poyuan couldn't help but have a flaw in his eyes. "I am Poyuan … I am Poyuan!"
Zhen Xiaoxiao's two styles of Dongxu complemented each other.
When she asked the enemy "who am I", she would become the special "you" in the enemy's memory.
When she asked the enemy "who are you", she would be able to pry open the source more directly! She would directly attack the "me" in the depths of the enemy's soul.
Hearing Demon Master Poyuan's murmurs, the mysterious smile on Zhen Xiaoxiao's face grew. At the same time, she raised her right hand, and the Mystic Flame Immortal Bracelet on her wrist spun in the wind.
To others, it was just the friction between the magic treasure and the air. But to Zhen Xiao Xiao and Yuan Po Demon Master, the sound of the bracelet turning was completely different.
"Are you really called Po Yuan?"
A faint sigh came from the immortal bracelet, and the resentment in it was not concealed at all.
"You named yourself? Or have you forgotten your real name? "
"You're not the Supreme Demon Lord at all. You're just an inner demon that an immortal severed … What's there to be proud of?"
"You and I are the same, rootless duckweed, withered leaves without branches. The meaning of our existence in this world is only death …"
"Not valued, not recognized, stripped of vitality, denied of value … Who are you? Can you still confidently tell me now? "
Mystic Flame True Immortal's figure slowly flew up from the immortal bracelet. He stood in the wind, and his long hair tangled with the dust in the air. The corner of his mouth was down, and there was a bitter expression on his face. There were tears in his eyes, and there was sadness in them …
Seeing such a sad face and hearing the questions, Demon Master Poyuan's face trembled violently. The pain that had been sealed in his heart for a long time was suddenly opened up by brute force!
Memories came flooding back.
Po Yuan remembered the scene when he was cut off by an immortal!
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