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Just like the current demon dragon's wagging tail begging for mercy, the demon lord ignores it, and the same Zen monk will also ignore it, but the demon dragon is still dying and trampling his soul.

"Lord Demon Lord, spare your life, I haven't achieved the great cause for you yet?" It must have hurt to be withdrawn from the divine consciousness, but in the face of the Demon Lord, the voice of the demon dragon was still trying its best to suppress the pain.

Such groveling, in exchange for absolute contempt, in the eyes of the demon lord, flesh and blood sacrifice is no longer enough, and now he wants this skeleton.

But this is the most precious thing of the demon dragon, how can it not struggle, the humble voice sounded faintly: "Lord Demon Lord, please spare me, how is the life of that bald donkey worthy of your help, I will definitely be able to offer it with both hands." "How to get the courage, the person who wants to live, must be the courage to come up with it.

For that stupidity, the demon lord has long been no longer interested, so that he has survived until now, not his strength, but more of the magic dragon's pandering to sycophancy.

How could the demon lord care about such a thing, a proud and cold voice sounded in the bone's mind: "I will take that person's life with my own hands and prepare to sacrifice it!"

Is there any hope for life?

The bones want to struggle, but the hand that fell into the water can't grasp any straw, once that fake or sincere heart, to completely cool, the rootless duckweed from the escape of the family dedication to the demon lord is destined to be such a fate, those gradually blurred eyes can remember the childhood of their parents' favor.

He will not be able to express it, but he still remembers cursing: "The demon lord wishes you a good death." ”

This is not the first time that the demon lord has heard such words, and it is not destined to be the last time, those eyes, that heart have not touched the bones, and the hateful Zen monk is his goal.

Maybe it was the curse of the bones that made the demon lord's desire to kill Zen even more eager, and the price he paid this time was not small.

You must know that from the distant years, it is not only this simple carrier that has come here to sacrifice, but also a lot of means, and sadly, it has not been able to exert the ability of the tenth layer, but only the means of the sixth layer.

But in the eyes of the demon lord, it is enough, and it is enough to sweep the world in front of him if he can exert the ability of the sixth layer, let alone kill the bald donkey.

In the cyan ball of light, no sound of the demon dragon could be heard, and even his huge body was shrinking minute by minute, and at this time, a strong blue light suddenly burst out.

"Amitabha!"

A Zen monk's face showed compassion again, and it was obvious that there was no vitality in the bones.

At this time, the cyan ball slowly faded away, the great body became clear little by little, and the compassion on Yizen's face receded like a tide, and his brows furrowed deeply.

A foul smell from hell came to his face, and the golden Buddha light hurriedly stretched out, but the slightest wisp of rotten smell could still penetrate into the Buddha light and penetrate into his heart.

"Haha. "The demon lord is very confident in his innate sense of glory, and he is also very happy with the sad look on the face of a Zen monk.

With a wave of his hand, a cyan ball of light came out of his hand.

The blue ball is good at the wind, and in an instant, it wraps a Zen monk and himself, obviously the demon lord knows how terrifying the wind and thunder in his body are, and let it drift with the wind, then it will be a huge disaster.

Hehe, the demon is so that such a ghost actually cares about human life, it is really appalling, the smile of the demon lord flashed, obviously it is not that he cares about human life, but a kind of fear, if he wants to destroy this era, he must also think clearly.

Although it is very capable of asking itself, it is not enough to challenge the whole world simply by relying on ability, and some things are always fearful.

And what the cyan ball of light has to do is not simply to isolate the smell of wind and thunder, but how can more people lying in the coffin let others know their whereabouts.

The demon lord's face froze, and the reptile saw that I didn't kneel down, which must be a shame, and I felt that I was slapped in the face again, how could I be happy on my face: "Don't kneel down for me yet." ”

This must be a big joke, it must have been sleeping for too long and not fully awake, and a meditation that has cultivated the mind for so long can bend the knee for the ants, but it will never bend down to the devil.

A compassionate smile spontaneously flushed his cheeks, and he said softly, "Donor." ”

Yizen is definitely calling the wrong person, the demon lord has nothing to give him, and the real charity doesn't know if he dares to accept it.

Obviously, the demon lord is not here to talk nonsense, let alone to listen to a Zen nonsense, his swollen face is in urgent need of touching, and before the donor of a Zen has finished speaking, the demon lord's big slap is in front of him, and at this time the blue light has not completely receded, but a vague human figure appears in the thick fog.

For that face, the demon lord must have wanted to smoke it for a long time, and now is a good opportunity, and you dare to open your mouth to talk to yourself, and breaking your teeth is the most comforting thing for me.

The whirring palm wants to break is not as simple as teeth, it is completely a meaning to smash the face, and Yizen's footsteps can't move for half a minute.

But that doesn't mean you're a fish, you can slaughter it at will.

Although his feet were solidified, it would not be so simple to seal his whole body, fold his palms together, clench his fists with one hand, and swing out a fist at the palm that was rushing quickly.

The Demon Lord's eyes were full of sneers, and it would not be a bad thing for the ants to dare to shake the tree, so it would not be a bad thing to break half of your body first.

Is it really what he thinks?

Since Yizen dares to purify his heart, he will definitely not only be passively beaten, and it is obvious that the demon lord will not be able to see through what is hidden by those deep eyes.

And in the eyes of the conceited demon lord, it is not that he doesn't want to, but that he disdains, because that is a dying person.

"Poof!"

Blood gushed out of the mouth of a Zen monk.

And the demon lord's face was pale, and the sadness in the coffin was fully revealed, and he really couldn't believe that his body was actually shaken by the shock, which was a great shame.

Although the blood was surging, the body of a Zen monk did not shake for half a minute, was this his own strength, or the power of the demon lord's imprisonment?

It can be said that although the slap can't be pulled on the face, the huge impact of the palm will definitely be able to throw Yizen's body away. But with the power of the Demon Lord's imprisonment, then everything will be much more harmonious.

The fog had completely thinned, and the face of the demon lord had completely appeared in front of Ichizen.

Déjà vu?

Yizen absolutely recognizes, isn't that the person who protects his soul?

Sure enough, everyone likes handsome people, the same demon dragon is very disgusted with the demon lord with only a skeleton body, and the body of Wu Jitang who was devoured by it is still a little majestic, and it can be borrowed from one or two.

has Wu Jitang's form, but half of it does not have Wu Jitang's heroism, especially those eyes reveal a terrifying evil light, if he is not a person who is not firm enough, he must be prostrate at his feet.

However, the face of the demon lord is now red and white and very gloomy, obviously very unhappy, and the slap did not slap on Yizen's face, so that he hit himself firmly.

The ants in the eyes can actually shake themselves, it is really unimaginable.

And the man simply vomited two mouthfuls of blood, which made the old face of the demon lord go where to go, and thanks to his wit, when he appeared, he cut off all the breath, otherwise it would be a big shame to spread the face.

And at this time, the demon lord's eyes that looked at Zen were solemn?

Still not a bit, in the eyes of the demon lord, Yizen is just a relatively robust ant, and it is not his ability to be killed, but his intention to torture him.

"Are you sure?" Although they are enemies, they are in the same body, and the bloody Yizen obviously doesn't want Yizen to die, if it is replaced by him, if the thing is willing to help, then it is not impossible to win the battle with Yizen.

The demon lord already thinks that he is ashamed enough, slapping or something, it is better to wipe him out happily, as for the torture, he is really not interested in such ants.

The hands were closed up and down in the chest, and the black light was derived from it, and it was still the light of dead silence, and the big difference between Yu Qian and the demon dragon's hand was that now the dead light did not overflow half a point, and it was not half cold, but it was oppressive and even the soul could not breathe.

At this time, a Zen face is full of solemnity, whether you are sure how to know, although the hair is often accompanied by the green light ancient Buddha, but the arrogance hidden in the bottom of the heart has not been wiped out, passive beating is not a situation that Zen wants, seeing the move to dismantle then it can only be the back hand forever.

Waiting for others to die, a Zen monk didn't dare to think about it.

"Squeak, squeak, bang. ”

The blackness that imprisoned the feet was broken in vain.

The Demon Lord's face was shocked, and the Zen Monk who was imprisoned by himself in front of him had magically disappeared, and now that expression was no different from his servant Demon Dragon.

The same Zen's body suddenly appeared behind the demon lord, and the palm of his hand had already been slapped out, and the golden light on it flowed, like a handprint that turned the sky upside down, wanting to pat the demon lord to destroy his body.

The solemn look on the face of a Zen monk did not change in the slightest, and the victory did not really come, so how could he dare to believe it easily.

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