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Blackened dog's tail grass.

The small purple figure stood faintly in place, and from the moment it entered, it had always been so indifferent and calm, as if there was no slightest emotional fluctuation.

In the distance, three huge werewolves fell to the ground and vomited blood, staggering, and then slowly got up.

The more than 20 werewolves around him seemed to have become little white rabbits, staring at Yang Lingtian in the middle who was like a tiger with frightened eyes.

The atmosphere became oppressive, a heavy sense of suffocation enveloped the audience, and things seemed to have reached the point of no return.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Yang Lingtian smiled secretly in his heart, the surrounding situation was naturally taken into his eyes, and the one-person town and the clan were just waiting for leisure.

The afterglow drifted by, seeing that the situation was almost over, and then it was time to talk, and if the stalemate continued like this, if the other party mistakenly thought that this was an endless war to exterminate the race, it would be more laborious.

"I am the true god of the divine realm, and you will not kneel down until the lamb is waiting for the grace of the deity not to kill!"

Yang Lingtian's sharp eyes glanced at the many werewolves, and the loud and shocking words sounded, and the voice like a heavenly constitution in his mouth kept echoing in the ears of many werewolves.

There was silence in the field, none of the many werewolves spoke, and the atmosphere seemed to be a little strange.

Yang Lingtian frowned, the werewolf's temperament seemed to be a little different from his conjecture, and the moves that had been used to intimidate the lizard clan didn't seem to work here.

The corners of Yang Lingtian's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled faintly, things seemed to be more interesting.

"Since you don't go to the Tao, then don't blame this king for being ruthless, don't let you try where you will know that the pot is made of titanium alloy."

Yang Lingtian saw that the situation was not developing as expected, and he suddenly had a murderous opportunity.

Only then did he react, the werewolves who are famous for their ferocity and bloodthirstiness are not easy to match, if they say that they win or lose based on their strength alone, then what else do they fight, and it would be good for the weak ones to wipe their necks.

"Roaring ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The werewolf leader raised his head to the sky and roared, his two forelimbs beating his chest hard, and the atmosphere of war began to envelop the grass.

"Brothers, go on, kill this purple demon!"

The werewolf leader, with his chest as a war drum, issued a war mobilization order.

Yang Lingtian first knew werewolf language, although he didn't know much, but judging from the scene and atmosphere, the werewolf leader's words were basically accurate.

But he understood what it meant, but it made him feel bad, in the lizard and red-eyed bat clans, he regarded himself as a god, how could he become a demon when he got here.

"Die!"

Just as Yang Lingtian was pondering, the distant wind came with an endless roar, and a strong killing intent enveloped his body.

Looking up, the first thing that caught my eye were two scarlet, tyrannical eyes mixed with hatred, as if they wanted to choose someone to devour.

Yang Lingtian frowned slightly as he saw the werewolf who jumped high and pounced on him, it was the first werewolf to shoot at him just now.

This werewolf is powerful, with a body size of nearly two meters, and at first glance it is the second-echelon powerhouse second only to the lone werewolf and the werewolf leader, no wonder he has the courage to strike again.

Yang Lingtian's face twitched, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was a hint of mockery, just now he was in line with doing things to leave a line, thinking of bluffing people as the mainstream blood, so he accepted it mercilessly.

"Do you think that's what I can do?"

Yang Lingtian muttered to himself, very softly and softly, in the language of the werewolf clan, and only the werewolf who pounced on him heard this.

As he spoke, Yang Lingtian's eyes were fierce and murderous, and it seemed that even the temperature had dropped a lot.

The four eyes met, and the invisible confrontation began.

The werewolf who was slamming Yang Lingtian heard the target's whispering to himself, and a bad feeling suddenly surged in his heart, and before he could think about anything else, what caught his eye again was a pair of cold eyes that flickered, and the coldness contained in them seemed to freeze even his soul.

"Not good!"

The werewolf who pounced on Yang Lingtian roared wildly in his heart, a biting chill crawled all over his body, and the experience between life and death told him that deadly danger was imminent.

Before the werewolf could move, or think about it, the next moment, endless pain struck, and his mind began to freeze, and then slid towards the endless abyss and endless darkness.

"Poof......

A pop sounded, and the audience was shocked, and the endless blood was strange and dazzling, scattered in all directions, dyeing the black dog's tail grass red, and the purple figure was drenched through, like a demon crawling out of the hell of Shura.

Yang Lingtian waved the large pincers on the right side of the aloft high, and the figure of nearly two meters hung on it, and he also waved it.

Looking up, following the blood like a column of water, the werewolf who dared to provoke him again and again was too dead to die.

A steady stream of blood flowed down the large pincers stuck in his neck, so much so that he was forced to bathe in a handful of werewolf blood.

"Poof......

"Touching ......"

With a wave of his hand, the werewolf, which was nearly two meters long and weighed two or three hundred pounds, was thrown out, and then smashed into the grass a few meters away.

"Commanding ......"

"Squeak......

"......"

Many of the werewolves around them who were about to attack bared their teeth and let out a roar.

The mouth says no, but the body is honest.

Although many werewolves seem to have no fear at all, they have completely stopped attacking, which is very telling.

A few meters away, the bloodied corpse seemed to be an indictment of the weakness of these kinds.

"I'll go first, when will you come to accompany me?"

There was endless fear in his dead eyes, as if to speak to these werewolves who had stopped moving.

"Flutter ......"

Yang Lingtian's big pincers wiped his face, wiped away the blood on his face, and revealed a pair of breathtaking eyes.

Looking, circulating, looking around, the performance of many werewolves is all in the eyes.

However, the matter is not over yet, now that the blood has been seen, the hunger and thirst of the "Dragon King" is out of the body, where can it be so easy to take it back.

"Who dares to fight me!"

Soft words sounded from Yang Lingtian's mouth, and under the background of the invincible momentum, the audience was silent, and no one dared to respond.

"Huh."

"Don't dare to go it alone, it's okay to pick it in a group!"

"You guys go up together!"

Yang Lingtian's mocking tone rose again, and his eyes looked around with contempt and contempt, and the big pincers passed one by one.

It's just that after looking around, no one dared to look at him, and at this moment, Yang Lingtian became the only protagonist present, which perfectly interpreted the meaning of unparalleled might.

One person takes one family, and the husband should be like this!

"I just like the way you can't get used to me and can't kill me."

In the midst of all the attention and surrounded by enemies, Yang Lingtian quietly felt the fear and hatred around him.

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(End of chapter)