Zhao Fan's situation made the Seven Bible Pinnacles who were watching the battle outside very worried, however, they could only watch and be anxious, if they intervened in the trial, they would be directly wiped out by the authority given to Ta Ling by the Lord of the Secret Realm.

Therefore, the only thing that young man can rely on now is himself!

The pinnacle of the Seven Holy Realms kept praying for it.

And Zhao Fan in the seventh layer, in less than five minutes, I don't know how many times he was forcibly moved by the demon king dragons, but he only had time to use defensive means, and there was no extra time to ask for the fate of being ravaged, after all, the demon king dragons were in the late stage of the holy realm, and their strength was even greater than that close to the peak of the holy realm, and there was basically no gap for Zhao Fan to unload and adjust his position.

Maybe the demon dragon felt that it was inevitable, and they didn't take the young man in their eyes at all, and played with it at will, planning to kill him when he got tired of it.

"It's only the seventh layer...... There's still the eighth and ninth floors up there, am I really going to stop early? Zhao Fan was in a trance, and instinctively took the white dragon scales from Longli in the Jialan Sumeru jade, and put them in the position of the back of his heart, where if he was hit, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, so there would be no worries.

However, the Demon King Dragon is not an aquatic demon beast, let alone an oriental one, and the natal scale of the royal family in the dragon has no deterrent power to speak of for them.

The situation has become one-sided, but Zhao Fan did not give up for a moment in his heart, his head was chaotic, and his consciousness was much lower than at the beginning, but he had been thinking about how to deal with the Demon King Dragon for a long time.

An offensive of this level, even if it is a heaven-swallowing cauldron with heavenly fragrant wood, it will not help.

The damage of the shock is far more than the recovery!

Tongtian Xuanta has broken through two-thirds of the way, and he is really extremely unwilling to come to this point, not to mention, there are still his wives and family waiting in the dungeon.

Bang bang!

Cracking sound!

Zhao Fan gradually felt that he couldn't bear it, he was like a lump of mud, flying around in various positions on the seventh layer, and the group of demon dragon dragons had a lot of fun, in addition to using their bodies and dragon breath to hit their targets, they also began to use their innate secret arts.

Next, a variety of dark spells emerged.

Zhao Fan's whole person looked embarrassed, and there was no intact place on his body, either charred as charcoal, or the skin and flesh turned out, or the bones were deeply concave, and his defense methods had long been unable to keep up with the rhythm of the destruction of the demon king dragons!

The strange thing is that although the body is Zhao Fan's shortcoming, under normal circumstances, he is attacked by the late stage of the Holy Realm, and he has no half life if he doesn't die.

But the demon kings and dragons seemed to know the same, and when Zhao Fan attacked without a defensive means to protect his body, he retracted his strength, as if he was afraid that he would become bored after playing it to death.

This is an extremely painful torture for him, continuous ravage, his body is as broken as a mutilation, but he has always lived, and he does not even have the right to be unconscious!

"The stars are moving."

Zhao Fan's heart was horizontal, and he switched the second dantian to the first dantian where Longyang Jindan was in charge, and he immediately cast the spell of "Gong Loss Book", like a broken sack body, suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and then appeared in the corner, and the demon king dragon waiting for the relay over there pounced into the air.

But that doesn't change anything.

At the moment when Zhao Fan's body appeared, a demon king dragon suddenly swept towards him like an unpredictable prophet, and swept his body into the air with a swing and swept his tail, throwing it at the other demon king dragons.

“……”

Zhao Fan's mouth was oozing blood, and he said self-deprecatingly: "You really don't give me a chance at all......"

As he spoke, the blood gushed like a spring, sprinkled in long lines on the ground.

Not only that, between the demon kings and dragons, from the beginning to the present, there was not a single cry, which was transformed into Chinese by the Pearl of Ten Thousand Languages and fell into Zhao Fan's ears.