Listening to the Flying King's narration, I realized that this is a troll who has escaped from the confines of the eighteenth layer of hell.

There is a legend of this demon among some Yin Spirit masters, saying that this guy has been in the most terrifying eighteenth layer of hell for an unknown number of thousands of years, and one day, he suddenly broke through the cage and fled to the yang world.

And since then, there has been no trace of this demon in the Netherworld, let alone arrested.

This is the great hero in the hearts of countless evil ghosts, because his image is a dark blue devil, so the Yin spirit masters in the underworld call it the 'Blue Demon Lord'.

"Blue Lord?"

I muttered, I felt very unfamiliar with this nickname, it was possible that this was just the content made up by the Yin Si Planning Department, embedded in the hearts of the Flying King, and there was no such thing as the Blue Demon Lord.

But it is also possible that it really exists, but it is only circulated in a small area within the underworld.

In any case, this allusion became the spiritual sustenance that inspired the demons who had been sent to hell, and they dreamed of breaking through the cage, evading capture, and gaining freedom like the Blue Lord.

From this, it is not difficult to understand why the ghost kings made it into a banner, this is the spiritual leader!

"That's amazing!" I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

"Yes, bow down to such heroes, and don't wronged you. How, have you thought about it? The king's patience is limited. ”

King Wangjun began to urge.

"If I surrender to you, will there be any benefit to me besides to live? For example, what rights do I have in the Yin Legion? Can the time limit for me to be under your command be shortened to less than ten years? After the time limit, give me freedom, or ....... ”

I didn't forget my mission, I opened my mouth to ask for details, and to put it bluntly, it was a sky-high price.

Anyway, as long as I can delay time, I don't care if I will be treated as neurotic by the ghost kings.

The mouths of the ghost kings were all wide open, they never dreamed that I would say dozens of questions in a row, and the details were not so serious, right?

Will I care about that? As long as I can stall for time, I will be cheeky to say, say, speak.

As for whether people characterize me as a nervous talker? I don't care.

When there is a conflict between face and Lizi, of course Lizi is important, and if you want to save face, it is an act of looking for death!

"Shut up, are you playing a delaying ploy? Do you still have reinforcements? ”

The Flying King let out a loud roar, interrupting my chatter.

"Aha, you're right, I'm stalling for time. In less than ten minutes, a team of strange soldiers will come here, and they will beat you and abandon your armor and flee in embarrassment! ”

I climbed up the pole and started talking nonsense.

"Big brother, this kid has no intention of surrendering at all, he is just procrastinating."

The Flying King was furious and yelled at the Wangjun King in a hurry.

"Flying Virtuous Brother don't be impatient, don't you know his thoughts about delaying the opportunity? However, don't you think it's like a clumsy clown performing to his heart's content? It's also a pleasure to watch the clown show, so what if he delays for a few minutes? We have time. ”

"However, the reinforcements in his mouth will never appear, and in the end it will also end in surrender or being exterminated, and it is interesting to watch him struggle with all his might."

King Wangjun smiled and responded.

"Big brother Takami. Jiang Du, don't stop, isn't it just a delaying tactic? We let you get your wish, but your clown show can't stop, continue, the show is good, this king has a reward, hahaha. ”

The Flying King turned on the extreme sarcasm mode, and his speech was so ugly, even with the thickness of my face that I had experienced for many years, I couldn't resist such ridicule.

Suddenly I remembered the scene when the round bowl strongly suggested that I go out for a conversation.

Suddenly, the round bowl had long expected that the ghost kings would be extremely spicy, and they would inevitably see through the delaying tactics, so the outsider would face a situation of verbal humiliation, so he didn't come out, but encouraged me to come out and take the humiliation.

"The evil monk is really damned!"

cursed the shamelessness of the round bowl in his heart, but his face was indifferent.

Isn't it irony? Who's afraid of whom?

"Rewards? What can you give? Those boots are good, they will allow you to fly in the air, and if you have one, give them to me! Just talk about not practicing fake tricks, who wouldn't brag? You're rewarding. ”

I sneered.

"You ......!"

The Flying King's laughter was muffled, and then, angrily pointing at me, he was about to scold regardless of his identity.

This pair of flying boots means a lot to him, don't you see that their nicknames are all flying kings? I'm just coming here, and it's no wonder he's not angry.

King Wangjun raised his hand to stop Feitian's frenzy, and his tone became solemn: "Jiang Du, whether you are playing a delaying tactic or not, this king doesn't care." It's just that you have to answer this king now, do you want to accept this kindness? A word of caution, if you refuse, you, and all the people in the circle, will surely die! ”

He stopped, and the Yin soldiers stopped boosing, and they all stared at me fiercely.

I know that there is no point in continuing to mess around, and the other party is not ready to talk nonsense.

I took out my mobile phone and took a look, it was 20:08 in the evening, and the implementation of the delaying strategy was quite smooth, no matter what, it still had some effect.

"There are only more than 50 minutes left until the end of the first round of the competition, and we must hold on!"

Counting in my heart, I slowly put away my phone, I looked at the banner of the Blue Demon Lord, and after half a ring, I said in a condensed voice: "Thank you for your kindness, Jiang Du can't return." Your Excellency is sincere enough, but I will not give in! ”

"Good, very good, quite good! Jiang Du, the bones are really hard enough, you go back to the magic circle, Ben Shuai is going to send troops to attack, I hope you will carry it for a long time, don't let Ben Shuai down. ”

King Wangjun is very personable.

I smiled faintly, nodded to him, and opened the entrance at random, stepped in, returned to my own camp, and the entrance closed quickly.

"Good work."

The thought of holding back a smile passed through the bowl.

I resisted the urge to scold him angrily, and said indifferently: "Prepare to meet the enemy." ”

"Got it." The tone of the round bowl became cautious, and we all knew that the time to decide life and death was coming.

I returned to the formation, met the complicated eyes of everyone, and said in a condensed voice, "Prepare for battle." ”

Er Qianjin, Niu Coo, and Jiang Qiba all responded, found their respective positions, and controlled the eyes of the magic circle.

Feng Luoyin and a few others stepped forward and looked at me eagerly.

I understood what they meant, and they wanted me to unleash their potential and be ready to fight to the death.

After all, after gaining some time to regain my breath, I felt that I could still do something, so I secretly signaled to the two thousand gold to take over the commander-in-chief of the array, and I got out and performed spells for Feng Luoyin and the others.

One by one, the talismans were drawn on the eyebrows of the living, and I cast spells one by one, urging their potential, which was not a big deal for me, and it only took ten minutes to trigger all the living people present.

Outside the formation, the attack of the ace archery corps began.

As the order was given, the locust-like arrows pierced the sky!

The strength of its condensed energy made the magic circle barrier shake in an instant.

Han Duo, who was hiding in the secret room, urged the inner core of the soul stone to provide supporting energy for the magic circle, which could make the magic circle support.

Not only arrows, but also the energy attacks of 70,000 Yin soldiers, constantly bombarded over.

In only five minutes, the eightfold protection of the magic circle was shattered, but fortunately, the number of magic circles arranged was relatively large, otherwise, the defense had been defeated, and it would be a bad thing.

I sped up the spell casting process, but only half of the people were drawn and urged to succeed.

"Guys, I can't continue, the circle needs me to support it, you can do it yourself."

I stopped, and reflexively joined the circle of resistance.

Feng Luoyin and the others already have a certain amount of mana, although they are exchanged for burning their lives, but it is better than a state of no power to fight back, right?

The men of their team stood in front of them with weapons such as steel bars and bats.

These weapons already possess a certain amount of evil spirit-driving power, and coupled with the potential of the individual, Feng Luoyin's combat power level is high!

I hope that this self-preservation will keep them alive to the end.

Xu Fulong hated that his role was too small, and I didn't have time to comfort him.

The impact of the circle suddenly increased, because the ghost kings had blessed the long-range bombardment of the Yin Soldier Legion.