Chapter 0374: I Am the Demon of All Demons!
Behind the mound is a low-lying area.
In this low-lying area, thousands of people are besieging one person.
Yan Fei looked at the scene in the depression, and suddenly felt anger rushing to the top of his head.
It was Xuanjia who was besieged.
Xuanjia was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or his opponent's.
The people who besieged Xuanjia were mainly a few old men, including people from the Immortal Dao, senior monks from the Buddha Dao, and cultivators of the Martial Dao.
Seven or eight people besieged Xuanjia alone, and the remaining thousands of people surrounded Xuanjia, but they couldn't reach out.
"This ...... How can these righteous people be more despicable than the Devil's Dao, so many people besiege Xuanjia alone? His grandmother's is really too deceitful, Lao Tzu has to fight to the death with these so-called righteous people today. ”
Tang Eighteen also looked angry.
"I, what righteous people are, they are nothing more than some hypocrites, now I understand, what is good and evil, there is no conclusion at all, Brother Yan's sentence is all based on his heart, it is true. ”
Nanli is sometimes timid in doing things, but if it really comes to that point, he is also a master who does not want to die.
Everyone has experienced life and death together, and in the Southern Centrifuge, Xuanjia and Xuanding are already their own people.
Seeing Xuanjia being besieged by so many people now, this is simply bullying, and Nanli is about to rush first.
Yan Fei stopped it.
"Brother Yan, what are you waiting for, it's too bullying. ”
At this moment, Yan Fei was observing the distance.
"Where's Xuanding?"
Nanli then remembered that Xuanjia and Xuanding were walking together, but right now, only Xuanjia was seen.
"Oh no, Xuanding's cultivation is not as good as Xuanjia, Xuanjia has worked so hard, Xuanding's predecessors are afraid, I'm afraid it is more auspicious. ”
The murderous aura on Yan Fei's face was getting thicker and thicker.
His gaze looked at the depression again.
Among the eight old men besieging Xuanjia, four were martial cultivators, three were immortal masters, and the other was a Buddhist person.
He found that the cultivation of these four martial cultivators should not be able to reach the Martial Emperor realm.
The three immortal Dao masters, if compared with the same level, should not be able to reach the Martial Emperor realm, but this Buddhist master alone may be able to compare with the cultivation of the martial cultivator Martial Emperor Realm.
But instead of directly attacking Xuanjia, he was blessing others with Dharma inscriptions.
Everyone was wrapped in a layer of golden light, and with the blessing of his Dharma, these people dared to fight hard against Xuanjia.
You must know that even a master at the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm has almost no chance of winning in the face of an opponent in the early stage of the Martial Emperor Realm.
One step away, thousands of miles away.
It's you.
Yan Fei's gaze locked on the old monk, and with a flick of one hand, the broken army sword was already in his hand.
Nanli also conjured up the Thundering Sword.
Duan Ruyan still used the long whip, but this long whip was also integrated into the Divine Phoenix Flame, and the original black nature was already red and purple.
At this moment, the voices of the old men came from the depression.
"Xuanjia, you were originally a direct guard of the Zhuge family, but you didn't expect to be an accomplice of the evil demon Yan Fei, and now you still don't know how to repent and resist stubbornly, do you have to be destroyed before you can give up?" an old man shouted as he attacked.
"Hmph, the Zhuge family has already announced to the outside world that they have expelled him and that Xuan Ding from the Zhuge family, and they have nothing to do with the Zhuge family now. ”
"It's ridiculous, and you still want us to let the cold door leave the ghost fog ditch. Yan Fei is an evil demon, and the cold gate must also be a demon gate, and now that my righteous path is gathered, not only to compete with the Netherworld Demon Sect, but also to completely exterminate the cold gate. ”
"Amitabha, Xuanjia, the cultivation of your Martial Emperor Realm is not easy to come by, I advise you to turn back as soon as possible, if you are willing to repent and help us attract the evil demon Yan Fei, your matter, the old man can help you exonerate. ”
Xuanjia rarely uses treasure weapons.
Now he has to use it, what he has in his hand is an iron stick, dancing with the sound of the wind, majestic, but unfortunately the other party is overwhelming, and the strength is not weak, and now it has almost reached the end of the strong crossbow.
"After getting acquainted with Yan Fei, I Xuanjia knew that in this life, I can live for myself. Today, even if you die, you have no regrets. I only hate, Yan Fei Xiaoyou, I can't help you. Xuanjia's words were still so simple, listening to Yan Fei's ears, a broken army sword was clenched tightly by Yan Fei by three points.
"Hmph, stubborn, the old man will destroy you demon today. ”
On the mound, Nan Liqi's face turned red.
"It's so special to bully people, what kind of people are these, are they talking about who is the devil, what are they?" As soon as the words fell, suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, and Nanli looked again, Yan Fei was no longer in the same place.
Yan Fei rushed down the mound with an arrow step, and shouted loudly: "I, Yan Fei, am the demon of ten thousand demons, and I have to be the head of ten thousand demons, today, if you can't transform me, you have to go to the Nine Hells first." ”
An angry roar was issued with the power of a lion's roar, and everyone was startled.
Sou!
At the same time as the roar sounded, a golden ray of light emanated from Yan Fei's hand and went straight to the great monk.
The phoenix wings and feathers of the holy weapon level were released, and the great monk suddenly felt a breath of death approaching.
Rao is the realm of the Martial Emperor whose cultivation is comparable to that of a martial cultivator, and he is just as frightened in front of the phoenix-winged feathers of the holy weapon level.
The great monk flashed his eyes, and when he saw Jin Mang, his heart was cold.
Subconsciously exclaimed, the great monk didn't dare to be careless, and threw out a jade bowl with his hand.
The monk in Buddhism holds a bowl in his hand when he turns into a fate, and the Buddha beads, Zen staff and bowl are the Buddha treasures that people in Buddhism like to use.
The grade of the great monk's jade bowl is not low, and it has the level of the lower grade of the king rank, which is a good Buddha treasure.
It's a pity that just touching the phoenix wing feather only made the phoenix wing feather pause, and then it was shot through directly.
The great monk was distressed, but the most important thing was to save his life.
He hurriedly waved the Zen staff in his hand and smashed it towards Jin Mang, but unfortunately it was a little bit slower, and the Zen staff fell just after Jin Mang.
I only heard a scream, and with a poof, the phoenix wings and feathers passed directly through the right chest of the great monk.
"Ah...... This, this is the phoenix wing, the phoenix wings and feathers. The great monk screamed, the whole person took a few steps back, and then saw the blood gushing out of his right chest, he hurriedly clicked on a few big points, and tried his best to save his life.
At the same time, he couldn't help but be afraid that if this golden ray passed through his left chest, he would definitely die.
Fortunately, a familiar feeling struck, the great monk turned around suddenly, and Jin Mang crossed an arc in the air and came back again.
Burst!
This time, it was indeed according to the great monk's thoughts, and the phoenix-winged feather shot past his left chest.
Piercing the heart.
The big monk's eyes suddenly straightened, he turned his head slightly, and looked at Yan Fei who had rushed up in a daze, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness. "Yes, it's you, demon, Yan ......" Before he finished speaking, the great monk fell to the ground.