Chapter 1172: Disciple of the Holy Clan

The Demon Young Master stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the (Rirì) Star, sneered a few times, and said slowly: "I heard that the women of your (Rirì) Moon Sect are all sunk and sunk, and the moon is shy of flowers, in this way, you dedicate yourself to a woman every day, and I can spare you from dying!"

"Young master, the heads of these two people are very valuable!" (身shēn) The demon general on the side heard this, and said again and again.

"Cut!" The Demon Young Master looked at Mo Tiandong with disdain, and then said: "Cultivate them one (body shēn) to waste, and then cut off the tendons and veins! This is much more sad than death! What can two human heads bring me? Can they bring me happiness?"

Hearing this, Mo Tiandong directly hit a wit.

If you want to say cruel, he is definitely not as good as the demon master.

The Demon Young Master is notoriously murderous.

Countless people have been killed by him.

That's right, he played to death.

He has a quirk that he will not stab the other party with a sword, will not give the other party a painful pleasure, but will only slowly torture the other party until the other party dies in pain.

Such a method is frightening.

Many of his enemies would rather commit suicide than fall into his clutches.

"Is there a problem?" Seeing that Mo Tian was stunned in place, the Demon Young Lord's eyebrows jumped up, and his tone was still extremely indifferent.

"No problem, no problem. Mo Tian said again and again, for fear of angering this big devil.

"Did I ask you?" the Demon Young Lord snorted coldly, and then cast his gaze on the two (body shēn) in front of him, still saying the previous words, but his voice was even colder than before: "Is there a problem?"

When Yang Jin and (Rirì) Xing heard this, their faces sank.

Now they have almost no chance of winning, especially after the death of the leader of the Barbarian Corpse Sect, this chance of winning is already zero.

They looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and decided to bite their tongues and kill themselves.

However, at this moment, a rumbling sound came from outside the cave.

Immediately afterward, several (身shēn) shadows quickly came.

One of the (身shēn) shadows found that Hun (身shēn) was Yang Jin with blood, and (身shēn) couldn't help but tremble, and a pair of eyes became worried, and shouted anxiously: "Father!"

The person who came was Yang Jin's first son, Yang Xiu!

"Repair!"

Yang Jin saw his son, but found that the person standing next to his son (身shēn) was not the patriarch of the Holy Clan, but just two young men, who were stunned in place, and then, with a worried look on his face, shouted quickly: "Hurry up!

"You are the future of the Yang family, you must live!"

"It's late!" The Demon Young Lord snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth gradually set off a touch of calm arc, with killing intent, although he didn't know how these three people came in, but he couldn't stop the killing intent in his heart.

The three people who came here were Yang Xiu, Ye Qingyun and Da Lei.

They broke away from the group first, and the three of them came quickly.

The killing intent on the corner of the Demon Young Master's mouth became stronger and stronger, and the next moment, the whole person directly turned into a black lightning bolt, slashing towards Ye Qingyun and the others.

"I'll deal with him!Qingyun, Yang Jian, you save people quickly!"

Among the three people, the highest cultivation is undoubtedly Da Lei.

Da Lei suddenly clasped his hands together, and a thunderbolt power quickly appeared from his palm.

Ye Qingyun and Yang Xiu glanced at each other, both nodded, and then blasted (shot shè) forward.

"Demon General, you go and stop them!" the Demon Young Master ordered.

"The old slave obeys!"

Demon Tiandong nodded heavily, holding the Demon Snake Sword in his hand, sitting among the demon wolves, blowing away like a gust of wind.

The stones on the ground were rolled up.

"I'll resist it!"

The moon sect leader (日rì) star took a step.

"Resist me, what are you kidding!" Demon General Demon Tiandong sneered a few times when he heard this: "Your (Ri) Xing is now seriously injured, and the strength you can use is less than one-tenth of your full strength! Moreover, you have lost the (Ri Rì) Moon Sword, how can you fight me?"

As he spoke, the magic sky was slapped with a palm!

Bang!

The entire body of the star kept retreating, hitting a large boulder, and a large amount of blood spurted out directly from his mouth, and his face became pale, like a blank piece of paper.

If he wants to resist the other party, it will be no problem at all.

But unfortunately, his injuries are too serious now.

His robe was already stained with blood, and there were many blood marks on his arms and thighs, all of which were left by his previous battles.

Now he is like a dead leaf.

"Yang Xiu, you take them away! I'll resist!" Suddenly, a hearty voice suddenly sounded.

"You?"

Hearing this, Xingxing raised his head suddenly, and found that it was a young man in white who spoke, and he was stunned on the spot.

No matter how you look at it, this white-clothed young man's cultivation is only in the fivefold realm of the underground palace realm.

And that demon general is a ninth-level cultivator of the underground palace realm, how can this be resisted?

Not to mention resisting, whether you can catch a move has become a problem!

However, what shocked him was that Yang Xiu nodded again and again, and seemed to be very confident in the young man in white.

"Dad, I'll carry you!"

Yang Xiu directly carried his father on his back, and then held the star forward, using the power of eating (奶nǎi) to run vigorously.

"Want to run?"

Demon General Mo Tiandong sneered, and gently patted his mount with his hand, and then, his mount exploded (shot shè) in front like black lightning.

opened his bloody mouth, and it seemed that he wanted to eat all three of them directly!

"Obediently become the belly of my demon beast!"

Mo Tiandong sneered a few times, his eyes were cold, and his voice blew like a cold wind, making people shudder.

However, at that moment, a (身shēn) figure quickly came, and then punched his mount.

The force of this punch was extremely strong, as if it could break the sky, not to mention that it was a demon beast.

The demon beast's head was directly blown off by that (身shēn) shadow, and the blood kept flowing out.

The demon general Mo Tiandong's eyes glared directly, staring round and round, staring at the front, only to find that the shadow was a little familiar.

It was the young man in white who he had ignored just now.

This guy is so powerful that he killed his demon beast with one punch?

"Who are you?"

At this moment, Demon Tiandong had to pay attention, a pair of (Yin yīn) Sen's eyes stared at the white-clothed young man in front of him, and his voice became even colder, full of monstrous killing intent.

After all, it was his mount, and now that he had been killed, how could he not be angry? How could he not have murderous intent?

"Holy Clan's grandson Ye Qingyun!"

Ye Qingyun waved his long sleeves lightly, then held the long sword, stared at the person in front of him without fear, and said quickly to Yang Xiu and the others: "Go!"

Yang Xiu nodded heavily, and hurriedly carried his father on his back, pulling the (日rì) star and quickly leaving here.