"Okay, ambitious!"

The bald head stretched out his hand and patted He Zhao's shoulder, "Hahaha! Joining our Demon Hall must be the best choice for you in this life, because there are no kind people in our Demon Hall who are hypocritical at all!"

"When you're done, you're ready to go!"

The two were laughing, and suddenly Mu Zifeng's words came coldly.

"Hehe, something like an ant, you can use whatever you can do!"

The bald head rolled his eyes, and his face was full of indifference.

"Burst!"

Suddenly, the dark clouds rolled, and the qi waves were surging, and the disciples who were living around the Demon Palace, including the nearly two hundred and eighty powerhouses above the Ninth Order Great Demon King who had surrendered, suddenly rose up a black wall, and all of them surrounded these people, making them seem to be very close to each other, as if they were separated by a long distance.

It was Mu Zifeng who displayed the Great Trapping and Killing Array.

"Coax!"

The more than 280 people were suddenly startled, because they felt a force from that formation that made their hearts palpitate, as if it could take their lives at any time.

"Don't mess up, everyone!

The bald head took the eight array flags and array plates in his hand again, and with a wave of his hand, the eight array flags became larger in the wind, and they were quickly arranged and combined.

"It's just a high-level magic treasure, and you dare to call yourself grandpa!" Mu Zifeng laughed, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of lightning bolts with a diameter of ten meters roared towards the eight array flags and all the monks in the formation.

It was too late, and before the combination of the eight array flags was completed, the lightning arrived.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound continued, broken arms and legs flew in all directions, and miserable screams came and went. The eight array flags were like worldly gasoline meeting sparks, and they suddenly burned, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into smoke and became part of the thick clouds overhead.

"You kid dare to destroy the high-level magic treasure of the deity, dare not let the deity go out to fight, the deity is not convinced!"

While dealing with the ubiquitous lightning, the bald head shouted loudly, "If there is a kind, let the deity out, the deity will fight with you for 800 rounds, if you don't let the deity out, it means that you are a seedless person!"

"Senior Brother Mu, don't fall for the bald head!" Yun Meng was so anxious that she shouted, "That bald head is a Demon Venerable, you can't beat him!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Mu, I finally trapped that bald man in here, and I can't let him out if I say anything!" The remaining disciples of the three sects also spoke anxiously, and they were also scared by the bald head.

"It's okay!" Mu Zifeng smiled indifferently, turned his head and spoke loudly into the big array.

"Bald thief, as you wish!"

Mu Zifeng waved his hand, and the dark clouds revealed a cut, and his bald head came out at once, with a gray face, and the clothes on his body had turned into strands, revealing his stout body, and he was in an extremely embarrassed state.

There was another person who came out with him, it was He Zhao, the traitor of the Holy Sect, at this moment, one of He Zhao's arms had been split off by lightning, and his body was covered with black marks, and his burnt skin emitted an unpleasant smell.

If he hadn't been close to the bald head, he wouldn't have been able to escape from that formation at all.

As the two landed, the smoke cleared, and calm returned to the surroundings.

But the two turned around, and their eyes couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

I saw that more than 280 disciples of the Demon Hall and the disciples of the three transcendent sects who surrendered in the past had all turned into pieces of black charcoal, and the place where the formation was shrouded was even more full of holes, a big pit was connected to a big pit, as if it was a Shura field, and it was like a large mudslide in the world, and there was a desolate color everywhere.

Rao is bald head has experienced a lot of killing battles, and he has never seen such a tragic scene, "That's more than two hundred and eighty powerhouses above the Ninth Order Great Demon King, but in the blink of an eye, they all turned into corpses, even pigs, and they can't catch them one by one so quickly, right?

But all of this was given by the Terran kid in front of him who seemed to be only in the middle stage of the eighth-order great demon master, at that moment, the bald head felt that his three views had been subverted, "How old is this kid, if he is allowed to grow up, it must be a big trouble for the henchmen of the main organization!

Also shocked were Yun Meng and the remaining nearly a hundred disciples of the Three Great Transcendent Sects, including those who were seriously injured.

"Could this be his real strength?" Yun Meng couldn't help but shudder, "If I didn't take the initiative to admit defeat that day, would it be the end?"

Seeing more than two hundred and eighty people, turned into scorched earth in an instant, Yun Meng's little heart was pounding, "Except for the formation master, who has such a great ability? It seems that there is nothing bad about being a partner for him!"

Her pretty face flushed, "At this time, why is it the time to think about this?!" At the same time, she also felt a deep inferiority, "I have no cultivation all over my body, can he still look at himself?"

The rest of the hundred or so disciples of the Three Sects were even more shocked, and the disciples of the Holy Sect were okay to say, because they had seen Mu Zifeng's demon in the ring, and the disciples of the Emperor Sect and the Qiankun Sect were different, "I originally thought that this was a mortal immortal bureau, and I was about to fall here, but I wanted to kill a disciple of the Holy Sect halfway, and it was so powerful!"

Killing more than 280 ninth-order great demon kings at once, such a feat, even if those unborn old monsters of the sect come forward, they may not be able to do it.

"Hehe, boy, the deity admits that your formation is very powerful, but you shouldn't make a mistake, that is, you should never release the deity, and now give you two paths, surrender, or die!"

The bald head has returned to its previous ruthlessness.

Yun Meng and everyone were shocked, and said in their hearts, "Mu Zifeng looks smart, how can he make such a low-level mistake?!"

Their faces changed from shock and joy to solemnity and even complaint.

"I really don't have any confidence in you, the Demon Venerable......" Mu Zifeng said indifferently.

"What?"

"He's not sure......?"

"I'm not afraid of running into a pig-like opponent, I'm afraid of running into a pig-like teammate!"

The rest of the people shook their heads, "It seems that this kid's head is still not very bright!"

Hearing Mu Zifeng say this, the bald head regained his lofty expression, and his chin was raised high again.

"It's good to know, as long as you surrender to our Demon Palace, the deity can ignore your murder. ”

"Well, I'm just curious, why did you get into this space, and what is your purpose?"

"As long as you agree to surrender to our Demon Temple, the deity can satisfy your curiosity immediately. ”

"Alas, I didn't want to be so troublesome, but if I want to touch you, a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die, I have to let Ben Shao do it himself. ”

As he spoke, Mu Zifeng stretched out his right fist and punched the bald head, it was he who performed the green-level martial art-Kaishan Fist.

"A little magician dares to speak wildly in front of the deity, look at the palm!"

The bald head laughed at Mu Zifeng fiercely, waved his hand and slapped a palm, the palm shadow suddenly became larger, directly rising to a diameter of thirty zhang away, and bursts of palpitating breath emanated from the palm shadow, and the stone with a diameter of more than a foot on the ground was brushed by the palm shadow and immediately turned into powder.

"Zifeng be careful!" Yun Meng roared.

"Boom!"

The fists collided, and there was a deafening sound, and the rubble and dust flew up, and a figure flew out with a whizz.

"Is Zifeng defeated? He's still too young!"

Yun Meng lowered her head and let out a desperate sigh.

"This kid is too big, to use that formation, it's not a spoonful of stew, why is it so troublesome. That's a good ......."

"Yes, what kind of big-tailed wolf is an eighth-order great magician!"

The remaining hundred disciples all shook their heads and sighed.

He Zhao's six-colored magic pupils flickered, and he looked gloating, "Let you be so crazy, this time you will be mad to death!" Dare to get rid of one of the uncle's arms, and when I return to the mountain gate, see how I clean up your fox friends and dogs!" he muttered through gritted teeth.

When the smoke cleared, I saw a straight figure standing in place, not even a single piece of dirt splashed on his body.

"What? Mu Zifeng is not dead? It was the bald boy who flew out!"

"Great, we're saved!"

"Are you so unconfident in me?"

Mu Zifeng looked around and spoke lightly. But he didn't have time to grind with these people under his eyelids, so he walked quickly to the bald head who had passed out, squatted down, put his hand on the top of the man's head, and the information was copied into his mind by him.

"I see!"

He nodded, and with a strong spit out, the bald head was like a watermelon, "banging", turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The mid-stage powerhouse of the first-order Demon Venerable - the demon temple minions are bald, and they are falling!

The sudden change made everyone stunned.

"That's a strong man in the Demon Venerable Rank, looking at the Xuan Demon Continent, I'm afraid there are not even three thousand people, that's a person who stands at the top of the golden character, and he died like this?!"

"Just killed by an eighth-order great mage mid-stage cultivator?"

"This is so unscientific!"

"Could it be that this kid is a powerhouse of the Demon Venerable Rank?

"This kung fu of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is not ordinary!"

The remaining three sect disciples looked at Mu Zifeng with a deep sense of admiration and jealousy.

In addition to these people, the most uncomfortable one is probably He Zhao, he faintly regretted in his heart, "I just surrendered to a powerful organization, and I haven't had time to enjoy the glory and wealth, how can I think of such a situation!"

"Senior Brother Mu Zifeng, now that it has reached this point, Senior Brother is not afraid to tell you the truth, in fact, I am an undercover agent of the Holy Sect in the past!"

He Zhao spoke solemnly.