Just as I was thinking about it, a new situation appeared on the Demon King's side.

I saw that the demon king's body began to expand rapidly, and his body, which was already more than three meters tall, suddenly rose to more than ten meters at this moment, and his originally thin figure was like a balloon, rapidly bulging.

Standing in front of Seinfeld was as tall as a hill.

Wan'er said in a deep voice: "Be careful, this is his secret skill. ”

"Secret technique?"

"Yes, every race of the demon race, as long as they reach the level of the demon king, will have their own secret skills. The purpose of the secret technique is mainly to be able to improve one's strength for a short time, however, it usually does not last long. ”

Seinfeld nodded as if he didn't understand, what did she do so much. No matter what, I must eat this guy today to improve my strength.

Wan'er also has the same idea, so today's demon king is destined to be unable to escape.

has been preparing for so long, if he can still escape, Wan'er feels that she has no face to go to the Heavenly Continent, let alone face to see her sister.

The Demon King let out a roar that shook the ground today, clasped his hands together, and slammed into the ground. There was a violent turmoil on the ground, and Song Fei couldn't help but shake.

And at this time, the demon king came straight to Seinfeld like a cannonball.

I really can't imagine that such a huge body can have such a fast speed.

Wan'er said: "It seems that the secret skill of their clan is mainly to improve their own speed. After all, the Tibetan mastiff is indeed very fast, and it will fight the enemy endlessly. It's just that how to improve one's own strength is only the end of a strong crossbow after all!"

Wan'er sighed, waved her hand, turned into a strong wind, and collided with the body of the demon king.

But even so, the demon king still didn't give up, and rushed towards Song Feiyu, and it could be seen that he had made up his mind that he had to do something to Song Feiyu.

Wan'er controlled Song Feiyu's body, grabbed the neck of the demon king in the air, and slowly lifted it up.

The demon king was grabbed by the invisible big hand, and he was suddenly out of breath. Moreover, no matter how much he struggled, he could never break free from this big hand.

"You'd better be honest and obedient, and I'll make your death a little more enjoyable. However, if you continue to resist, don't blame me for not looking at the same demon clan and not giving you face. ”

Eh, where do you think you've heard that?

A picture flashed in Song Feiyu's heart, as if at the beginning, this demon king also said something similar!

It's so good, feng shui takes turns, and now the one who says this has become us!

It's really cool!

"Hmph, you are delusional, how can my dignified patriarch succumb to you?"

Song Feiyu looked down at the Demon King, with a bit of banter on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the demon king's mouth was muttering something. Suddenly, cracks began to appear in his swollen body.

In those dense cracks like small snakes on his body, dazzling golden light bloomed outward.

Wan'er snorted coldly: "It is worthy of a generation of demon kings, I would rather die than give in, at this time, such a decisive choice blew himself up." After speaking, he paused, and looked at him with deep eyes: "It's a pity, today you met me, the peerless genius of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox once in ten thousand years." ”

At that moment, Wan'er's left hand quickly sealed, the purple light flashed in her eyes, and a formation appeared out of thin air, and then quickly submerged into the body of the demon king.

Those golden rays of light were all restrained, and they were once again hidden in the body.

"This can't be!" the Demon King let out an unwilling roar.

originally thought that as long as he blew himself up, he would definitely not be humiliated at their hands. But where did I think that when I was about to succeed when I exploded, I suddenly became dumbfounded.

How can this be willing?

Song Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the demon king really reported his success just now, he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

Wan'er gasped and said, "This time I used such a powerful force again, I'm afraid it will take another time to repair." I could hear that Wan'er's voice was full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

Seinfeld said gratefully, "Thank you!"

A thousand words have been turned into these three words.

Wan'er snorted arrogantly, but she was happy to death.

The body of the demon king was restored to its original form, and the body after using secret techniques to forcibly improve its strength was transformed back into the body of the Tibetan mastiff. It's just that the demon king at this time no longer has the momentum of the demon king.

Lying on the ground with a decadent face, his eyes looking a little dull.

Seinfeld knew that this time, the demon king's mentality was about to collapse!

However, no matter how you say it, this time it was finally won.

Although the process was full of excitement, I always watched the battle from the first perspective and realized a lot of things.

This time, the strength should be able to improve a lot.

"Wan'er, what should we do next?"

Song Feiyu rubbed his hands, looked at the demon king in front of him, and said excitedly.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do when I recover. ”

Wan'er smiled.

Song Feiyu was very obedient, sat on the ground, looked at the demon king in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh. The dignified demon king, I didn't expect that the meeting would turn into a sumptuous dinner, which is also a kind of sadness!

If it was him before, maybe he would still be a little unbearable. But now it's different, whether it's the dream demon, or the various dangers that appear, it all shows one thing, that is, strength is the last word.

This world is a world of deceit, the law of the jungle. If you're not strong enough, you'll only be someone else's mouthpiece.

Therefore, in order to improve his strength, the demon king, this spirit of sacrifice must be there!

Just wait for Wan'er to recover now, without her, I am afraid that I will not be able to subdue this demon king by myself.

"Alright!" Wan'er said a piece of news that made Seinfeld excited, and quickly asked, "How do we do it?"

"Don't be in such a hurry, if you want to eat him, you have to wait a while. First of all, we have to take out its demon pill, after all, that is where the spiritual power is stored. Wan'er jumped off Song Feiyu's shoulder, stood in front of the demon king on all fours, stretched out a small paw, and placed it on the demon king's body.

I saw the demon king let out a painful wail, and a golden bead the size of a marble slowly floated out of his mouth.

Wan'er looked at the beads on her hand, and her tongue couldn't help but lick her lips.

On the other hand, the demon king, at this moment, suddenly felt that his breath was weaker than eight points, like an old man on the verge of dying.

After a while, the Demon King looked at Seinfeld and slowly closed his eyelids. After losing the demon pill, he has become a waste demon. In addition, they had just fought with Seinfeld and they were abnormal, and they were seriously injured.

At this moment, he was completely powerless to return to the sky, and a generation of demon kings ended his life.

His body turned into a little light and disappeared into this space.

Wan'er took his demon pill and divided it into two parts, the one given to Song Feiyu, which was about four-fifths small.

I swallowed the rest of the portion into my mouth.

Song Feiyu looked at the demon pill in his hand, then looked at Wan'er, followed her example, and put it in his mouth.

Click!

Well, yes, chicken-flavored, and crunchy.

Song Feiyu gave a thumbs up, but the next moment, he suddenly couldn't be happy!