Chapter Eighty-Seven, In the Dream, the Demon Lord

"You're not here to help Benjun, right? Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fang Yan asked with a smile.

"Look at this king, do you seem to be here to help you? Don't you see what this king is carrying on his shoulders? The boy asked rhetorically.

"Why are you—why are you doing that?" Fang Yan asked.

"Why did this king do this? Hehe, that's to make the game more interesting. The young man smiled and continued: "Although your appearance can increase the power of the demon, your appearance will also destroy the balance of good and evil, so in order for us to continue to play the game happily, then this king can only make you disappear!" The boy said with a smile.

"You want to kill Ben-kun?" Fang Yan said in a hoarse voice.

"You're not stupid, you should know that this king can't kill you, but ......" After the young man looked at Fang Yan, he patted the corpse on his shoulder again.

Fang Yan didn't speak, quietly waiting for the young man's next words.

The young man smiled and said, "Although this king can't kill you, but this king can help him devour you." ”

Fang Yan suddenly laughed, and he said, "It's up to you? Can you wake him up? It's really funny, it's so funny, the demon king wakes up the king? The demon king who represents evil to awaken the heavenly king who represents justice? Do you want to be so funny? Ha ha. ”

I saw that the young man said nonchalantly: "What about it?" What about evil? What this king wants is just a fun game, that's all. ”

Fang Yan suddenly stared at the young man viciously, and he said, "Don't think that Benjun doesn't know, you, just a Dharma body, your strength is only one-tenth of your deity, you want to rely on this one-tenth of the power to defeat Benjun?" ”

The young man still didn't care, only to see him roll his eyes and say: "It's not that you haven't woken up yet, you are just a consciousness, your strength may not even be one-tenth of your deity, so before you wake up, won't you just be beaten back!" ”

Shiyi in the burlap bag heard the conversation between the two, and she was trying to break free, trying to escape from the burlap bag.

"Hey, in the car, the person who was put in the burlap bag, don't mess around, this guy outside now is not something you can deal with." The boy warned Shiyi in the burlap bag.

Poetry ignored it and was still struggling.

Fang Yan looked at the corpse on the young man's shoulder, he took a few steps back, and then turned around to escape.

"Hehe, want to escape? It's not that easy. The boy said with a smile.

"Ice Prisoner." As the young man said these two words, the water vapor around Fang Yan's body quickly gathered together, and then froze into ice, completely locking Fang Yan inside.

No matter how Fang Yan slapped it, it was useless, this ice was as hard as steel.

The young man slowly approached with the corpse and said to Fang Yan, who was trapped by the ice: "Sure enough, it is not as expected by this king, your strength is really less than one-tenth of the deity, this little ice prisoner can trap you, it seems that from now on, there is really no demon king." The boy laughed.

"Don't be too happy, you're forcing Benjun, since you want Benjun to die, then Benjun won't let you have a good time." After Fang Yan finished speaking, the surroundings of his body began to bubble with a trace of heat, the hot air and the cold air collided with each other, and the sound of "tearing, tearing" sounded.

The flames slowly rose up, but the flames were as dark as night, and looking at the flames, it seemed that even the mind would be attracted to it, and then it would be burned to the ground.

"Tear, tear, tear," the ice prisoner melted rapidly.

A coercion that was not inferior to that of the boy rose in vain, and the boy took a few steps back and put down the corpse on his shoulder.

As the ice prison melted, Fang Yan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, those eyes were extremely dark, and he couldn't see the existence of the eyeballs at all.

Fang Yan disappeared on the spot and reappeared, already in front of the young man.

A hand was grabbed at the heart, and the boy responded with a punch.

"Boom," there was a sound, and this sound was like thunder.

The two of them went back and forth, and they fought up and down.

In mid-air, Fang Yan kicked a roundabout kick, and the boy was hit, falling to the ground from mid-air like a meteor.

Fang Yan took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his figure disappeared from mid-air.

The young man smiled slightly, and when Fang Yan disappeared into mid-air, he hurriedly dodged sideways.

The boy dodged sideways, and there was a corpse behind him.

The young man pressed against the corpse, and it was not until the young man dodged away that the corpse was revealed in front of Fang Yan.

At this time, Fang Yan had already seen it, but his attack had also arrived, and it was impossible to retract his attack at this time.

Fang Yan, the hand that was like a monster, pierced deeply into the chest of this corpse.

Fang Yan wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that his hand could not be taken back, and he was sucked by the corpse and couldn't pull it out.

The boy laughed happily, "Haha". I saw the young man sneering: "Do you think this king is really that stupid? You force yourself to wake up at any cost, although you have not fully awakened, but you are almost half awakened, in terms of strength, the power of this king is less than one-tenth of the deity, it is indeed not your opponent. ”

After a deliberate pause, the young man pointed to the corpse and said, "But don't forget, in addition to this king, there is also him, the body of the first king of Yan, and the body of the strongest peak of the king of Yan, this king only needs to lead your attack to his body." ”

The young man smiled very strangely and asked, "Guess what's going to happen next?" ”

After asking, the boy quickly took a few steps back.

Seeing the demon lord incarnated by Fang Yan, with a look of fear on his face, he shouted: "Don't, don't, please, don't, this monarch doesn't dare, no, I don't dare, please, let me go once, just once, let me go, I beg you, don't, don't, help, help." ”

Fang Yan desperately wanted to pull back his hand, but the strange thing was that the corpse actually sucked Fang Yan's whole person in front of him, Fang Yan started from his hand, and merged into this corpse little by little.

No matter what resistance Fang Yan made, it was useless.

Fang Yan turned his head, his face was full of tears, and he cried to the young man, begging for help: "Save me, save me, save me, Demon King, everyone is a demon, please save me, I will be a cow and a horse, in order to repay your great kindness, hurry, please save me." ”

The young man said helplessly: "Demon Lord, it's not that this king doesn't want to save you, but this king can't save you, besides, have you forgotten who brought this corpse?" The man who brought this corpse is the king, and you say, "Will the king save you?" After speaking, the young man made a bow gesture to Fang Yan.