"Long Jiaoyang, you treacherous bastard......" He Shi Niang's blood stained the sky, screaming and roaring.

"Long Jiaoyang, you are a devil who gave birth to a son without JJ, how can you send the old man to such a terrible place......" The old man of the Silent Demon Temple had both arms cut off, and he was miserable.

The Venerable Chi Tian and the Dark Eagle did not scold, their bloodshot eyes could already show their anger.

If it weren't for the fact that they all had the Emperor Pattern magic weapon in their hands, which could resist the attack of the blood-colored guqin in front of them, they would have already been killed here by the strange force.

After about half an hour of fierce fighting, they were all exhausted, and they couldn't even move the Emperor Pattern magic weapon, but the blood-colored guqin in front of them was getting stronger and stronger. The Dark Divine Monarch, who was sitting behind the blood-colored guqin and playing the qin gracefully, never looked up at them from beginning to end.

"Senior, I am the heir of the ten royal families of the Demon Clan...... Your sacrificial technique is so against the sky, it must be someone from our demon race, isn't it?"

The Dark God Monarch raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes like a bee's tail that made people uncomfortable to look at, and the breeze blew his long hair that fell to the ground as if it were a poisonous snake dancing its body, making everyone feel terrified.

In front of this mysterious powerhouse, these people who are almost invincible in the Nine Xuan Great World. All of a sudden, he became an ant, and he couldn't fight at all.

"Demons, what does a doomed race have to do with the deity?" The Dark God Monarch's voice was cold and arrogant, and he despised the entire demon race.

A sense of despair rose in the heart of the Venerable Chi Tian, this mysterious powerhouse was actually a human race. How is this possible? The sacrificial technique of the human race can actually have an effect on him.

"Senior, as long as you let me go, I'm willing to pay any price. The wound on He Shi Niang's body is already bleeding, and she continues to get out or her life will be in danger.

"I'm very interested in your spirit and essence blood, if you are willing to offer it with both hands, the deity can consider leaving you a whole corpse. The Dark God Monarch said indifferently, in his eyes, He Shi Niang was no different from a little ant.

He Shi Niang's face was difficult to see, she had always thought that she was invincible in the Nine Xuan World. Who knows, now that he has encountered a mysterious enemy that even the Emperor Pattern magic weapon can't deal with, this person is not an Emperor-level realm cultivator?

"Don't beg him, he won't let us go. For now, I can only fight with all my might. The dark eagle held the imitation of the Emperor Seal and said in a deep voice, "We have no way out, we can only fight hard!" He Shi Niang responded to the Emperor of the Heavenly Venerable, the old man of the Silent Demon Temple and the others, they all understood the attitude of the Dark God Monarch, and if they wanted to leave alive, the only way was to defeat him.

The Dark God Monarch held the blood-colored guqin with both hands, and there were twelve blood-condensed strings on it, and he ignored the strong men and slowly played the guqin. The music he played was very good, but the Heaven Venerable and the others had already turned off their hearing, and no one dared to listen to the Dark God Monarch playing the harp.

In the place where the demon clan was born, the experience of almost being sacrificed by the sound of the Dark God Monarch's piano made many strong people shudder.

The dark eagle tried its best to urge the imitation of the Zhen Emperor Seal, and there were endless emperor patterns sweeping the mountains and rivers, suppressing the heavens and the earth!

The emperor pattern magic weapon in He Shi Niang's hand is a kind of thing that can change time and space, she has been trying to use it to break the time and space here and leave, but unfortunately she has not succeeded, this time she urged the magic weapon to attack the Dark God Monarch. If you can kill this mysterious person, you can also escape death.

The Emperor Pattern Magic Weapon of the Chitian Venerable is a battle armor, which has no lethality, he can only urge the killing moves he knows, and one by one the stars condense and form around him to attack the Dark God Monarch.

The old man of the Silent Demon Temple and the other seven Saint-level realm cultivators also attacked, this blow was related to whether they could leave this place alive or not, and everyone did their best.

"A group of clowns jumping off beams, don't disturb the music!"

The hands of the Dark God Monarch quickly plucked the blood-colored strings, and one after another shocking blood light rushed towards He Shi Niang and the others!

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

The void in this place was shattered, the earth was sinking, and the blood-colored guqin strings in front of the Dark God Monarch were all broken. The Emperor Pattern Magic Weapon on He Shi Niang's body was all cracked out by the blood light, and the old man of the Silent Demon Hall and other Saint-level Realm cultivators who did not have an Emperor-level magic weapon were almost shattered. There were several Saint-level realm cultivators who were in danger, and their qi was more than their intake.

At the moment when the Dark Divine Monarch defeated many strong people with one blow, Xiao Shiren took Long Jiaoyang and a few people into this secret place where the dark magic weapon really existed!

The Dark God Monarch suddenly raised his head and stared at Long Jiaoyang with his bee-tail-like eyes, his plan had been successful until this one appeared, which he had not killed many times.

"What do you see, the deity is much more handsome than you. Long Jiaoyang stared at the Dark God Monarch and said provocatively, the old blind man's eyes widened, he had never believed what Long Jiaoyang said, but now he had to believe it. The Dark God Monarch's primordial spirit did not completely escape, and the dark magic weapon was still suppressed here.

"Father, what's wrong with you? "The Demon ran to the crack of the Emperor Pattern Battle Armor on his body, and the seven orifices were all beside the bleeding Emperor Tianzun.

The boss with the eyes of the Venerable Chi Tian, he couldn't wait to smoke the scriptures of Long Jiaoyang, drink the blood of Long Jiaoyang, and eat the flesh of Long Jiaoyang, this bastard made him miserable.

"Your eyes are very unkind. Long Jiaoyang looked at the extremely injured Chitian Venerable and said, "Long Jiaoyang, you have to remember the oath you made, if something happens to the deity, you will be tortured by the oath." "The Chitian Venerable has endless killing opportunities in his heart, but at this time, he can only endure it.

Long Jiaoyang said calmly, "Don't worry, I promised to let you leave the land of the god war, and I will definitely do it." ”

The Dark Divine Monarch stared at Long Jiaoyang with deep eyes, and said coldly, "Little Daoist, you are really full of confidence, is the deity an ornament in your eyes?"

"No, you're not an ornament, you don't exist at all. Long Jiaoyang sneered and provoked, completely unafraid of the Dark God Monarch.

The Dark God Monarch waved his hand, playing with Long Jiaoyang's lost mighty arrow, and said, "Little Daoist, you don't think this thing can hurt me, right?"

"Hmph, you don't think I only have this ability, do you?" Long Jiaoyang sneered, "Long Jiaoyang, you should go to hell!" He Shi Niang roared hysterically, the emperor pattern magic weapon in her hand, after the blow just now, was almost completely destroyed, this was her most beloved magic weapon, but it was abolished by Long Jiaoyang's pit.

Long Jiaoyang grinned and said, "If there is really hell, I will go there myself after I die." ”

When Long Jiaoyang's attention was attracted by He Shi Niang, Dark Eagle smiled miserably at Han Zhantian, who had been staring at him. Then the Dark Eagle's body began to redden, and the blood vessels and meridians in his flesh swelled up like balloons.

"Oh no, the Dark Eagle is going to blow itself up. Han Zhantian's complexion changed drastically, and he used his spiritual power to form a holy domain and protect Long Jiaoyang and the others inside.