In the face of such a fierce and strange attack, the patriarch did not dodge or dodge, and still smashed it with a pair of fists.

His robe bulged, the whole person seemed to be much taller, his body was more muscular, and his fists did not show a sense of ferocity, very casual.

The black shadow opened its mouth wide, swallowed the fist that was being sent up, and bit it hard, and a faint black shadow hid in the dark robe, and quickly flowed up the arm.

Half of his arm fell into the huge face of the black shadow, the patriarch's face was cold, as if he was completely indifferent, his arm was not controlled, but he stirred it in with interest, Shi Shiran pulled it out, and there was a black thorn between his still smooth and slender fingers.

The originally hidden black shadow let out a sharp whistling sound, piercing the soul, and then an astonishing force quickly gathered.

A sneer tugged at the corner of the patriarch's mouth, and said, "With this little trick, what else will you order?"

A stream of light exploded in his hand in an instant, and the fire on his hand burned, and the power that was about to explode was like a withered branch blown by a strong wind, and it completely fell into eternal tranquility.

The black thorn between the fingers writhed desperately like a living creature to escape, and was suddenly released, only to be melted into nothingness at the moment of escape.

The patriarch pinched the sigil, and a pair of fists pierced the black shadow of the human face like the scorching sun at noon, and everywhere he passed, it was as if the ice and snow were melting, and the black shadow of the human face with teeth and claws was directly torn in half, scattered weakly, and completely silent.

Eventually, the fist slammed into the demon seed, its sea urchin-like body was like an amazingly elastic rubber, and its body was firmly fixed in place, and it was flattened, and then the center was hit an arm's length away by a fist filled with fire without pause, and clear fist marks appeared from the protruding almost transparent back.

The arm retracted, and the demon's body rebounded, but then another punch slammed up, and the sigil was deeply imprinted in the center of the demon.

The patriarch took a few steps back, and a ball of light that was brighter than Fang just now burst out from the demon seed that had not completely shrunk back, like a small sun, full of brilliant and unstoppable power, but it was also bright and upright, and it did not bring a great sense of oppression.

Except for the demon seed, which was the center of its outbreak, it was rigidly fixed to the form that wrapped the sigil in the middle, like fat meat fried on a pan, stabbing and steaming black.

The surface of the demon seed is constantly deformed, trying to squeeze out the rune but it is still unlawful, and it continues to bear the impact and dissolution of the rune explosion.

The patriarch was calm, brushed aside a few broken array disks under the demon seed, and threw a few new ones, and smashed one of the consumable spiritual artifacts in his hand from time to time, adding to the already worrying situation of the demon seed.

After the entire rune burst out, the demon seed had shrunk to the size of a red date, but it seemed to have been forged by fire, and the rest was the core and essence of the part.

The black body around is getting deeper and deeper, as if it contains a strange and inexplicable power, which is impossible to ignore.

"When it was sealed, you old thief, why did you have to force each other hard! You brothers hurt me deeply, hurt me deeply!"

The condensed lines in the patriarch's palm paused, his eyes looked at the demon seed with heavy eyes, the muscles of his cheeks twitched, and he said a little hideously: "Beast, dare to mention my brother!"