The air pressure is very low and the breathing is short.

The whole air was so oppressive that it could wring out water.

Cheng Zhong, who had re-climbed to the peak of the Seventh-Order Great Demon Venerable, was like a mad demon beast, "Plop, Plop!" with heavy steps, every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the onlookers. Breathing is stagnant, the heart beats wildly, and blood pressure rises.

The monks with low cultivation and poor psychological endurance immediately fainted more than a dozen.

"The mad demon is going crazy, run!"

"Woooo

"Brother Zifeng, you better go!" Duan Ping said anxiously.

"Let's go, I hurt my uncle and still want to leave? Today, my uncle has to refine your kid's soul, so that you can't survive or die!"

"Noise!"

Mu Zifeng smacked again.

Cheng Zhong was stunned and instinctively wanted to dodge, but the slap still hit his left cheek uprightly.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Cheng Zhong jumped high again, and this time he flew out three hundred meters away, and spit out the other half of his teeth mixed with blood in mid-air.

The left half of his eyeball, like a light bulb, shattered with a thud.

Cheng Zhong felt extremely embarrassed, "Uncle has improved his cultivation, is it okay? Uncle has used all the power of the soul body in his body, okay? But he still can't stop the slap of this kid in front of him, is he a great power who hides his cultivation? This appearance of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is too tricky!"

"Phew!"

Everyone in the audience took a breath of cool air, this Terran youth shot twice, they didn't even see how he made a move, and the Mobei mad demon flew out, "Could it be that this Terran youth will not be able to use spells?"

But there was also a frenzy in their hearts, and if so, wouldn't there be hope that they would be saved?

Mu Zifeng didn't pay attention to everyone's thoughts, he made a move, and the short body of the Mobei mad demon Cheng Zhong flew to his feet out of thin air, and he sealed the acupoint, stepping on his face.

"Say, is Ben Shao someone you can afford to mess with?"

"Uncle, spare your life! senior, spare the junior, I don't dare to provoke you anymore!"

Cheng Zhong said goodbye one after another.

"Friend, are you a little too much?!"

Fang Tianliang slowly walked to the opposite side of Mu Zifeng with his hands behind his back, and spoke gloomily.

"Oh, what do you say?" Mu Zifeng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"As the saying goes, it depends on the master to beat the dog, if you hit Cheng Zhong, it is equivalent to hitting our Ten Thousand Demon Sect in the face, and we are the enemy of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, are you ready to die?"

Fang Tianliang narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"So what?!"

Mu Zifeng's right foot was forced, and with a "bang", Cheng Zhong's head was like a large watermelon, which immediately shattered, and the red and white flowed all over the ground.

The early stage powerhouse of the Seventh-Order Great Demon Venerable, the Mobei Mad Demon Cheng Zhong, falls!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Cheng Zhong's divine soul and the soul body hidden in his body in his hand, put it into the jade bottle, and sealed it.

"Shaft, you dare!"

Fang Tianliang roared, since he was a child, no one had ever dared to disobey him, this Terran kid in front of him dared to ignore his words and kill the subordinates who had just surrendered in front of him, this was not in his eyes at all.

It's really bearable, it's unbearable!

"Die!"

He roared, and the demon halberd pounced on Mu Zifeng with hundreds of millions of unjust souls.

"Hehe, it's up to you, and the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, how can you be worthy of being the enemy of Ben Shao?"

Mu Zifeng smiled and spoke.

He waved his hand and put Duan Ping into the spirit bag, there were too many enemies here, although he could destroy them with a single hand, but with a drag oil bottle, it was different, he didn't have time to take care of her at all. Once you are taken hostage, don't you make trouble for yourself?

"Arrogance!"

Fang Tianliang's cultivation skyrocketed, and in the blink of an eye, he had risen to the height of the early stage of the Eighth Order Great Demon Venerable.

He is also a master with extremely rich combat experience, seeing that Mu Zifeng easily killed Cheng Zhong, he thought that he could do it, but he couldn't do it as neatly as Ke Zifeng.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.

Therefore, as soon as he came up, he showed all his cultivation, hoping to be able to solve it quickly.

I saw that the shadow of the more than 300 zhang long and pitch-black halberd seemed to have turned into substance, carrying a strong wind, stabbing at Mu Zifeng's chest, and the hundreds of millions of unjust souls, grinning with teeth, ghosts crying wolves, turned into a black smoke, and roared towards Mu Zifeng.

"Little, wake up, don't sleep!"

"Hmph, don't make noise, master, let me sleep a little longer. ”

"It's time to eat, the delicious food is here!"

"Where?" the little flipped over and sat up.

"Oops, it's so fragrant! Thank you, master!"

Xiao Cheap showed his cheap appearance again, only to see him come out of the Qiankun Emperor Sword, suddenly open his huge mouth, and inhale the black smoke.

Those unjust souls didn't have time to escape, and they were all sucked into the stomach by the little bit.

In the void, I saw Xiao Bei's belly bulging suddenly, and the belly was much larger than three times his own body, Mu Zifeng was worried about whether his stomach would be burst?

The sky suddenly cleared.

After such a while, the demon halberd that followed suddenly made Mu Zifeng's whole person feel cold.

"Dead?"

"That Terran kid was killed so easily?"

"I thought he was capable, it turned out to be a straw bale, and it didn't work!"

"Alas, alas, who else can save us?"

The hearts of the onlookers who were just beginning to get hot were like a small flame being poured with a scoop of cold water, and it was cold all of a sudden.

"Congratulations, Brother Fang!"

"Congratulations, Brother Fang!"

Yin Tianhui, the young master of the Tiger Sect, and Man Shuang, the young master of the Frost Qing Sect, stepped forward with a smile to thank them.

Only Fang Tianliang's brows were tightly locked, he felt that something was wrong, "What is wrong?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "It's not good, that person has been killed, why is there no blood?—— it's an afterimage!"

He suddenly realized that the remnant of the kid was poked by his magic halberd.

He wanted to continue to make moves, but a slap the size of a foot in the sky suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Smack!

Fang Tianliang flew out of thin air, just like Cheng Zhong before, flew out more than 300 meters, and half of his teeth swooped out in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a thud, smashing up smoke and dust more than fifty zhang high.

If it weren't for Mu Zifeng's fall in love with the hundreds of millions of unjust souls in Fang Tianliang's demon halberd, with Fang Tianliang's little ability, how could he possibly make Mu Zifeng use dodge moves.

You must know that since he advanced to the Immortal King, he has not used the Wind Shadow Step for a long time, leaving behind his afterimage.

Xiao Cheap was obviously a little greedy, the hundreds of millions of soul bodies were swallowed into his stomach, he couldn't bend over, he could only drag and fly back into the Qiankun Emperor Sword, turn over and fall straight to the ground, waiting for himself to slowly digest those pure energy.

"Boy, I'm going to kill you! Beat your tendons, skin you, and light a lamp with your corpse!"

Fang Tianliang opened his mouth vaguely and gritted his teeth.

"You're too weak, you, and you, you three go up together!"

Mu Zifeng stretched out his hand and pointed at the young master of the Tiger Sect, Yin Tianhui, and the young master of the Frost Qing Sect, Man Shuang, and spoke proudly.

"Since you want to die quickly, then Ben Shao will fulfill you!"

Yin Tianhui released his cultivation, and it turned out to be the peak of the sixth-order Great Demon Venerable.

Manshuang was silent, her face was like frost, although her body was chubby, but she walked without a sound, like a big cat.

The three of them formed a zigzag shape and surrounded Mu Zifeng in it.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Peng Kai, Xuanhuang, Aohu, and Zhuo Juan glanced at each other, and they all saw a touch of solemnity in each other's eyes.

It was really Mu Zifeng who shocked them too strongly, "This young man is definitely not a thing in the pool, who is he, what is his background?"

Li Yankai frowned, as the sect master of the Sword Dao Sect, he always felt that the young man of the human race in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu, but if he looked closely, he didn't know this person at all, "Where did you get this feeling?"

As a friend of Yan Tongtian, the master of the Demon Machine Pavilion, he often went to the Demon Machine Hall as a guest, and heard Yan Tongtian say a lot of strange things.

"The young man of the Terran race - very young - his cultivation is unfathomable!" As soon as these three conditions were added, his body shook violently, "Could it be him?"

The onlookers hadn't come out of the scene where Mu Zifeng slapped Fang Tianliang, "Who is this Terran youth?

"That's the eighth-order Great Demon Venerable powerhouse after the transformation, that momentum, it's almost catching up with the ancestor of the sect who has not been born for many years, and he was slapped away by him!"

"It's incredible!"

"Didn't we deserve to die? God sent us a savior?"

Some of the older monks actually knelt on the ground with their legs together, folded their hands, muttered to themselves, and began to pray for Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng's spiritual power had already discovered this state, and he couldn't cry or laugh, "Could it be that Ben Shao just listens to God like that?"

"Die!"

Fang Tianliang roared, and the demon halberd conjured up a shadow more than three hundred zhang in size and stabbed at Mu Zifeng.

Without the blessing of hundreds of millions of souls, the magic halberd is like a bald-tailed chicken, and it is no longer so powerful and shocking.

Fang Tianliang was also speechless, he didn't know what means Mu Zifeng had used to deprive him of hundreds of millions of unjust souls in the demon halberd at once.

For the sake of those unjust souls, he has killed hundreds of millions of monks.

"Only by killing this kid and refining his unjust soul can we relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Yin Tianhui is body cultivation, and his pair of fists were like bowls that had been magnified countless times and the size of two hundred zhang, exuding a metallic luster, and smashed at Mu Zifeng!

While Man Shuang practiced the ice attribute exercises, he saw an ice pick similar to the size of a pyramid in the world, with the cone blade downward, smashing towards the top of Mu Zifeng's head.