Rumble!

The building on the left side of the city gate, close to the base of the tower, there was an earth-shattering bang, and the roof of the entire building was blown off!

Countless powerful auras, raging together, soared into the sky, and in an instant, the aura of the entire ruins rushing to the exit of the sky seemed to be stagnant.

"Not good!" The Demon King was shocked.

This aura, no, to be precise, these dozens of powerful auras, mixed together, emitted a power that even the demon kings who had already stepped into the realm of the Demon Venerable were shocked.

Because, any breath in this is no less than the breath of the demon king at this time. The Demon King looked at the building on the left in disbelief, how could there be so many strong people there? And the children of the demon clan who are still looking for treasures inside......

The heart of the demon king began to sink.

However, soon, the Demon King was keenly aware that these powerful breaths were rapidly disappearing with the aura of the ruins.

It's the dead! As soon as the demon king slapped the demon horn of the demon dragon under his command, the demon dragon let out a long roar, and his body came to the sky above the dead who were thrown off by Gong Xu and gathered together.

Dozens of deceased, as if they had finally found their target, rose into the air in unison, and rushed towards the demon king and the demon dragon without fear of death.

At the current scene, even the demon king, who has always been moody, is extremely angry, because, the cronies who have been cultivated for many years, and the children of the demon clan who have always been commensurate with each other, are only left with severed limbs, and even the severed limbs are a bit extravagant.

The dead here used to be no less than the existence of the Demon Venerable, even if after the war barrier was broken, they lost the goal of fighting, they were still quietly eroded here with the influx of the raging aura of the ruins.

However, at the moment when the demon disciples rushed into their sight, the deceased's only remaining battle consciousness awakened, almost a face, dozens of dead people equivalent to the Demon Venerable realm gathered fire, how can these demon disciples who have not yet stepped into the realm of demon generals bear it?

Almost instantly, it was bombarded to the point that there was not even a scumbag left.

The Demon King's rage is abnormal!

Dozens of deceased, like the Bodhisattva deceased who was strangled by the Demon King himself, were burning to release the last splendor of their lives, but, after all, they had been eroded here for a relatively long time, and the blow just now had consumed most of their remaining strength. Even so, they still rushed towards the Demon King and the Demon Dragon without fear of death.

The demon king is angry, but in his heart, in addition to feeling sorry for these strong people, he is more respectful of the strong, even if it is the dead, it is also the king of the past!

Since it will eventually perish, it is your honor to die at my hands!

At this thought, the demon king's wrist shook, and suddenly blood was filled, and the sky above the entire city was dyed blood.

"Forbidden Heavenly Demon Kill!"

"Forbidden Heavenly Demon Slash!"

"Forbidden: Heavenly Demon Hundred Tempering!"

The inheritance of the Yaksha King has been well inherited by the Demon King, not to mention the Demon King and Gong Xu, who has a high understanding, it is simply that the Demon King inherited the inheritance of the Yaksha King, and the shot is the three big moves of the Yaksha King to become famous, which is not ambiguous at all, it is better than Gong Xu inherited the spell Yin Yang Lu but did not use a few moves, inherited the inheritance of the King of Soldiers, but I don't know what it is, it is too much stronger.

The blood in the sky was like sharp arrows, and the unison of the dead was an indiscriminate salvo, and the heavenly demons killed.

As soon as the blood color fell, a monstrous blood-colored sword qi slashed towards the dead one after another, and the dead who were killed by the heavenly demons were all cut down, and the heavenly demons were slashed.

Heavenly demons are refined, incarnated in countless incarnations, and the blood in the sky suddenly turns into countless demon kings, shuttling between the dead, and the deceased who have been eroded to a great loss of strength only have the share of struggling.

It's not that the dead are weak, it's the breath of ruins, which erodes them too much.

It's not that the demon king is invincible, but the inheritance of the Yaksha king, which has been perfectly inherited by the demon king, and it seems to have a tendency to carry forward.

For a while, the Demon King seemed to be a little melancholy, seemed to be a little lost, and there was a feeling of being alone, he really hoped that these dead people were not eroded, and he could let him go and fight. He longs to fight, to enjoy destruction, but he doesn't want to be destroyed too easily, to fight without pressure.

"Roar!"

The demon dragon roared angrily, inhaled violently, and a monstrous demon flame poured down from the demon dragon's mouth, dragon breath!

The magic dragon's breath, like the last straw on the camel's back, knocked down the dead who were struggling to support them, and the corrosive and adhesive dragon's breath was swirled all over the body, like fallen leaves floating in the wind, scattered to the ground.

The demon king was dressed in a black robe, holding a blood sword in his hand, and slowly walked between the dead, and as soon as the sword fell, a deceased person was freed.

However, the eyes of the demon king did not have a trace of joy, because the children of the demon clan who used to call themselves brothers and sisters, and the cronies who were once carefully cultivated, disappeared forever, and everything around, even if it was not damaged, the demon king was not in the mood to hunt for treasures anymore.

Putting away the blood sword, the demon king looked at Han Biao with a complicated face, although this is a coordinate of the demon king in the heavenly realm, and Han Biao seems to be loyal, but everyone died here, but this guy who is so happy is the only one who escaped because he came out to report it, I have to say that sometimes, luck is also part of the strength.

Hey, it's all fate, the demon king is helpless. originally planned to use the future successors of the major families he had cultivated for many years to smoothly overcome all the obstacles when he ascended the throne, but now it seems that the bamboo basket is empty after all.

Fortunately, Bao'er, Weiwei, and Qingluo are still there, and there are at least three families around them. However, the other six families may be dissatisfied because the internal successor followed the demon king to death, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

However, with today's demon kings, do they still need to be afraid of these so-called resistances?

Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die! The Demon King's eyes swelled with deep killing intent.

Han Biao was so nervous that he didn't dare to look directly at the Demon King, he lowered his head and was a little at a loss, and the killing intent in the Demon King's eyes made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, and he didn't dare to move. Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, the demon king at this time is no longer the big brother of the past, it can be said that life and death are all based on a thought.

"Han Biao, clean up the mess."

The demon king was suddenly a little lost, after all, even when the demon king did not fully show his strength, the brothers around him had always supported him, and now, the demon king suddenly felt so lonely, as if he had returned to the previous identity of the big brother who hugged and laughed all day long, brothers, let's go! The Demon King was silent, silently standing on the back of the demon dragon, letting the demon dragon roam over the city, searching for any remnants of the dead.

Han Biao's mouth was a little bitter, he received the order cleanly, and rushed to the building that had not been destroyed with quick steps.

Suddenly, a palm-sized thing flew out of his face, and before Han Biao could see it clearly, he was hit head-on, stumbling under his feet, and fell directly on his back.