Zhang Zhantian seemed to be controlled by an indescribable force, and subconsciously walked to the edge of the stone platform, stopped at Yongqiang's side, and stared at the magma surface below.

The already active magma suddenly beat violently, and then a scorching red magma rose into the sky, rising and expanding, gradually forming a giant magma monster ten meters tall.

The monster had a pair of red eyes the size of a window, a cracked rocky mouth, and two pointed horns on the top of its head, bathed in hot magma, and let out a roar that shook the mountain.

This roar is more of pain than anger.

It reluctantly stretched out two pillar-like arms, trying to stop the spread of the knife in the middle of its body, but it still split in half from the middle and fell on the platform.

The hot magma splattered everywhere like blood, and the red smoke trembled violently, and was brought up by the lounging body of the magma monster, large and small, in a whirlpool.

Zhang Zhantian retreated to the other end of the platform, avoiding the falling magma rain, staring at most of the platform covered by the two halves of the corpses of the magma monster, speechless in shock.

That's the power of that sword!

He had an estimate though.

Can...... It's terrifying, isn't it?

Zhang Zhantian's eyes widened, his mouth widened, looking at the smooth mirror-like facet between the two halves of the monster's body, wondering if he was dreaming.

This ten-meter-tall monster that looks fierce at an unknown origin was split in half by Yongqiang's sword in such a suffocated manner......

Zhang Zhantian's gaze shifted to Yongqiang's back again, looking at this man standing calmly with a knife, his eyes flashed with deep fear.

Yongqiang was even more terrifying than he imagined, and even ...... It is more terrifying than Liu Yunlong.

The magma monster was split in two, and a fist-sized red crystal fell out of its cracked head, rolling down the level platform for some distance before hitting Yongqiang's shoe and coming to a halt.

Yongqiang bent down, picked it up, stared at it for half a minute, and then took out the red crystal pendant he had obtained from beating a vampire in Rousseau's bar last time.

After comparing the two, there is no other difference except for one large and one small.

These two red crystals are smooth and delicate on the outside, and the inside is full of red silk threads, as if there are many small red snakes swimming, and they seem to contain some mysterious energy.

The Red Crystal of the Lava Monster has more red threads and thicker threads.

Yongqiang took the two crystals, turned his gaze, and walked back to the demon altar.

Zhang Zhantian followed curiously.

The Demon Altar was not damaged in the shaking just now. Yongqiang put the red crystal pendant as if it was in the center of the array.

There was already a circle in the center of the array, and at this moment, it really looked like it was used to put mysterious things.

The red crystal came into contact with the array, only to see a flash of red light, and the red silk thread inside seemed to come to life, leaving the red crystal, drilling into the formation, swimming quickly along the formation, and lighting up a large number of nodes of the altar one by one.

A swaying and magnifying light and shadow appeared on the altar.

The silk threads in the red crystal on the altar kept disappearing, but the image of this light and shadow kept getting bigger, clearer, and even colored.

Gradually, the whole picture of it can be seen.

It was a bull-headed demon with scales and armor.

It was pitch-black, extremely tall, more than three meters tall, with a pair of curved horns like argali-like on its forehead, bulging muscles, a blood-red axe in its giant hand with sharp nails, and a pair of herbivore-like hooves.

"Why is there so little tribute this time?" Its form had not yet condensed, and a thunderous question had come out of its mouth.

A violent and stern sound was transmitted in all directions, causing the mountain to rumble and magma to stir violently.

Zhang Zhantian hurriedly covered his ears.

Yongqiang's gaze also had a hint of caution.

"Huh?"

The Minotaur didn't hear the familiar answer, sensed that something was wrong, snorted coldly, and slowly opened a pair of blood-red, sharp, dark and tyrannical eyes, and an indescribable coercion quickly swept through the entire battle map.

It wasn't as tall as the molten monster, but it was even more imposing than the giants.

When that incomparably powerful momentum spread, Zhang Zhantian's spirit was affected, and then he hallucinated.

He seemed to be standing on an endless wilderness, and the Minotaur Demon looked down at him silently with his head above the sky and the earth under his feet. The contrast between the two is like a giant and an ant, so that Zhang Zhan, who has always been competitive, has no intention of confronting.

Not far from him, Yongqiang's body crackled under this coercion, as if every bone was under the pressure of Wan Jun.

When this pressure is transmitted to the stone platform, the hard stone platform slams into pieces, forming an oval-shaped crushing pit.

The Minotaur Demon's gaze swept over the scene, swept over Yongqiang and Zhang Zhantian, instantly grasped all the information, and his gaze became even more cold and tyrannical.

"Useless waste."

It glared at the corpse of the molten monster first, and the huge body of the magma monster exploded in an instant.

Then, it snorted at Zhang Zhantian coldly.

Zhang Zhantian's face changed, and he only felt that an irresistible surging force was pressing his body from front to back, left and right, making him unable to move and in great pain.

With the continuous exertion of force, his body was constantly broken by the blood in his body, bursting into clumps of blood.

Syllable!

A jade gourd pendant hanging on Zhang Zhantian's neck was blown to pieces in one step.

"Bastard." Zhang Zhantian's face was pale, his whole body was covered in blood, and he roared silently.

He had never felt so helpless and angry in his life.

The other party leaned on a pair of eyes, and he was going to take his life.

His hands pressed hard against his heart, trying to relieve the pain, but mouthfuls of blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

Not only in his mouth, but also in his nose, ears, eyes, and even his skin were bleeding outward.

Zhang Zhantian thought he was broken.

The pain ripped through his nerves, making him feel like he was in a hopeless hell, and he was no longer suffering from the torture he had never experienced in his life.

But the pain also inspired his inherent arrogance and unyielding thoughts, although the pain was incomparably heartbreaking, he just didn't give up, unwilling to use death to liberate.

He gritted his steel teeth, cracked his eyes, and crawled to the ground, roaring like a wounded beast, but he did not give up his fight against external pressure.

But the gap in the strength of the realm was too great, and his resistance did not reduce much damage, and the coercion was still firmly pressing his body.

Seeing that he was going to die due to endless pressure, he exploded.

A figure stood in front of him.

The pressure from all directions was swept away.

Zhang Zhantian coughed violently, collapsed to the ground, raised his head weakly, and saw Yongqiang's familiar back.

The Minotaur Demon's gaze was blocked by Yongqiang.

It stared at Yongqiang, a hint of surprise in its eyes.

Yongqiang is not afraid, nor is he intimidated by his momentum, and therefore, the invisible coercion falls on Yongqiang's body, like a gentle breeze and a warm sunshine, which cannot hurt Yongqiang.

Its eyebrows, thick as mountains, gradually raised.

Compared with its realm, there is a gap of 108,000 miles, and it stands to reason that there is a heavy realm and a heavy sky. No matter how strong Yongqiang's body is, it is an irresistible high-ranking existence for Yongqiang, and with its anger alone, Yongqiang should be torn to pieces.

But the reality is that Yongqiang is under its coercion and oppression, but he is safe and sound.

Because Yongqiang knows its strength, understands its terribleness, and knows the difference in strength between the two sides, but he is not afraid of him.

Not being afraid of him means not being suppressed by his spirit.

If you are not mentally suppressed, you will not feel the pressure from all sides.

This principle also applies to Zhang Zhantian's situation.

From beginning to end, Zhang Zhantian was not substantially harmed, but at the first glance he saw the Minotaur Demon, the natural realm gap between the two sides made him oppressed by the will of the Minotaur Demon or mentally controlled.

The other party only used one thought, and he made him feel the oppression that did not exist, and he was seriously injured as a result.

Yongqiang blocked the sight of the Minotaur Demon and cut off the erosion of the other party's will, and the pressure he was under was swept away.

In the crimson light of the altar, the Minotaur Demon let out another cold snort.

Its gaze suddenly changed from invisible to tangible, as if the sharpest knife in the world, the fastest sword, brought out white line marks and flew towards Yongqiang.

As a high-ranking demon, its methods are by no means limited to spiritual oppression, if it is willing to pay some price, and even be able to pull the platform of the demon altar back into its own world, and its gaze is materialized, for it, it is at most a little more difficult than breathing.

But for Yongqiang, it was a stormy attack.

Thousands of transparent swords converged into a vaguely fluctuating stegosaurus, continuously crashing into Yongqiang, and then being knocked away by a handle.

Yongqiang held the Soul Stealing Blade and smashed the attacking stegosaurus at an extreme speed.

The speed at which he stabbed was already fast, and it was even faster at the moment.

Every sword, every change, accurately hit the attacking sword qi, blocking or smashing it.

The brilliant and dazzling sword light and sword light collided with a huge light curtain one meter in front of him, and occasionally a spilled sword qi flew out of the light curtain and hit the rock platform, leaving a bottomless and terrifying rift.

The Minotaur snorted again, not satisfied with such an outcome.

With its power, it should have been easy to kill a reincarnation person like Yongqiang.

It has been available for two minutes and has not killed Yongqiang, which is simply a shame for it.

"See how long you can last."

The Minotaur Demon roared angrily, and simply stopped taking other means, intending to use this trick to consume Yongqiang to death.

It proudly believed that it was impossible for Yongqiang to hold out for another two minutes in such a high-intensity battle.

But what happened next made it even angrier.

Yongqiang's bright and clean gaze stared at the Minotaur Demon through the light curtain, moved his steps, and took a step forward.