When the demon god Simonley saw Zheng Fatzi, his face was not very good-looking, as if they had known each other for a long time. Fastest updates

"Zheng Jingren, it's you!"

Simonley held the giant sword and drank, and the black horse man under his crotch stood up, back and forth, afraid of no less than five or six meters high, looking very powerful.

Fat Zheng didn't look at this demon god, and came directly to my side.

"This guy is not a big deal, among the seventy-two pillar demon gods, he is in the back line. ”

It's similar to what I thought, I also feel that this demon god is not the most powerful kind, but Solomon's seventy-two pillar demon god rankings are not divided according to strength, their rankings are divided by transmission, and the previous ones are more famous, such as the first-ranked Baal, who has left his name and biography in many gods.

"Is Simonley strong?"

I asked directly.

Zheng Fatzi looked at me and said: "This guy is also very strong, because he is the ruler of African dead souls, and if he is not strong, it is like that, after all, other black friends also have their own beliefs, and they can't grab many souls." ”

is different from the dungeon in Huaxia, there is undoubtedly more chaos over there, and if you want the soul, you have to grab it yourself, because the war between the soul and the faith can be fought out of everyone's brains.

"I see, what to do with him next?"

Although Simon Li's position is not high, but after all, he is a demon god, and his real body can easily pinch us to death here, and I have nothing to fear now, but the power that can be conveyed is not strong, and there is still a way to do it.

"What else can I do, just kill it, lest any cat or dog dare to stretch out their paws to us. ”

Zheng Fatzi's cloud was light and light, and when he looked at Simmonley, it was not like looking at a strong enemy, but like looking at a caterpillar on the ground.

His attitude immediately angered Simonley, he is a demon god who has left a name, you take beanbags like this and don't use dry food, is it really good?

In the fury of Simonley, from his head, from the helmet like the head of the evil dragon, between the two spiral horns, countless dead souls were released.

These dead souls, like the ones before them, were all black souls, and it seemed that after all these years, Simonley still hadn't been able to reach out of Africa.

I don't know if this is the first time this is the first time I have hit us here, but when I look at Zheng Fatzi's appearance, it must be confident, so I can have no fear.

Simonley roared, and the tide of dead souls around him began to roar at the same time.

It's hard to describe what kind of sound it is, but simply as soon as you hear it, you feel like your head is about to explode, and you feel like you've lost the will to live.

However, just when Simmonley was angry, the thing that Zheng Fat Man was holding in his hand, which was a scroll-like black paper to be exact, also changed.

As if the real king was offended by the traitor, a mighty coercion was released from this scroll, and this scroll flew out directly from Zheng Fatzi's hand, suspended at the same height as Simmondley, and slowly unfolded.

There was only one thing drawn on the scroll, and that was a quaint-looking sword.

A golden-red glow appeared on the sword, and then a phantom figure of a man leaped out of the scroll and grabbed the sword from the scroll.

I have seen this person before, not long ago, he was Zhong Kui, Zhong Kui is just a phantom, cultivated to the point where he is, naturally he does not need to be attached to others to exert his strength, plus he is the generalissimo of the Ping Ghost, he has his own arrogance.

Zhong Kui stepped forward with a sword in one hand and shouted:

"Just a barbarian, you dare to step into the Central Plains, today, Zhong is going to kill you, a wisp of Yuanshen!"

As soon as Simon Li saw Zhong Kui appear, he knew that something was wrong, although he had never seen this terrifying demon god, but he could also sense that he was not someone's opponent.

The strength is strong to a certain point, and there will be a vague sense between each other, although it may not be accurate, but it can also understand some things.

Of course, Simmond Li will not be afraid of Zhong Kui, they are not real bodies, it is not good who is strong or weak, it depends on how much strength he has invested in this.

Simonley has had a hard time recently, although the gods who always clean them up have closed their doors, and they finally have the confidence to come out and make trouble, but the total number of resources is so much, the fight is inevitable, he is not the opponent of a big guy like Lucifer, so in recent years, he has become less and less soulful, which is also the reason for responding to Zhao Zhilong.

But I know that those undefeated immortals in the east are all closed, and some bold people have been eyeing that land in recent years, if those immortals are still there, Simonley naturally does not dare to stretch out his hand, after all, the owners of this land back then wrote this rule with the blood of countless gods and demons.

Simon finally opened up some situations, and also had some cooperation with the Oriental devils, helping them summon evil ghosts to do things, and seeing that a large number of deceitful souls were about to enter the account, he was very reluctant to let go.

Therefore, Simonley planned to defeat this unknown guy first, and then leave here, anyway, there are many people in this country, and if you change places by yourself, you can succeed sooner or later.

In just a few moments, Simonley began to convey a tremendous amount of power from his true body, which was hell.

The huge power gathered in Simonley's body, and the breath on his body skyrocketed, and even in the air, there were waves of qi, as if even this mountain full of stones was a little shorter.

Now, even without BGM, Simonley is definitely a big hit.

"Barbarians are barbarians, for thousands of years, you haven't played anything new, in this case, you should die for the time being!"

Zhong Kui stood in mid-air, not in a hurry, and even he just watched Simonley gather momentum.

"Self-righteous heretics, you are no longer the same as you used to be, just a bunch of water dogs!"

Simmond is not to be outdone, his strength is not enough, he comes to make up for it, he is the most commander-in-chief, and his ability to scold others must be passed.

On the contrary, Zhong Kui was choked with anger.

"What's the use of sharp teeth and sharp mouths, Zhong Kui is here, please give me advice!"

With that, Zhong Kui stabbed forward with a sword in one hand, his body was like the wind, and he slammed straight into Simonli's body.

"Haha, dead souls, bury him!"

Simonley swung his sword forward, and the black dead souls around him converged forward, forming a huge tornado.

The tornado formed by countless dead souls moved forward at such a fast speed that the heavens and the earth seemed to be darkened, and the stones shattered wherever they passed.

Zhong Kui did not retreat, and a layer of golden-red light appeared on the sword body.

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