The four sides are in danger, and Shisanlang is faced with a choice.

The four demon generals who arrived first commanded thousands of demon spirits, heading towards the valley from different directions.

Among them, the two demon generals who were closer were less than a thousand feet away from the valley, and judging by their situation, they were not just commanding the demon spirit to attack as before, but striding forward, and the next moment, they would personally launch an attack.

The other two were far away, but five people were following behind them, and the speed was constantly accelerating, as if they were gathering into a group.

The roaring powerhouse is coming from farther away, and once it joins it, it will form seven demon generals plus a monk who cultivates to an unknown level, accumulating combat power, which is unimaginably powerful.

Whereabouts...... Where?

Without much time to think, let alone regret, Jusan Lang took a deep look in the direction of the valley, then turned around and pounced forward.

On the vast land, the demonic spirit is vertical and horizontal, and there are half-virtual and half-real demon spirits everywhere, and a pair of ghost-like eyes flickering and dimming, looking at it, this is not like a paradise on earth that gives birth to living beings, but the road to the Yellow Spring of the Netherworld, the gate of purgatory.

The whining sound is like a storm sweeping, making people's hearts shake and difficult to control, the demon spirit is like the sea, and occasionally one or two panicked demon beasts appear in the sea, running away and wailing, and soon drowned in it.

The fire moon in the sky is even redder!

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The storm swept in, swirling forward with a hurricane that shattered the bodies of countless demon spirits, and the meridian sword flew through the air like a shuttle from the sky, slashing the arms of one demon general, and Thirteen Lang followed, waving a red shadow casually, and he took back the angry meridian sword and pounced on the other.

"Whew......"

The demon general with his arms severed hissed and howled. The body was upside down like an arrow, and bursts of incomprehensible incantations came out of his mouth at the same time, like a ghost crying. The severed arm was destroyed by the spiritual power contained in the Meridian Sword, and the body melted as quickly as a candle, which was difficult to contain.

A strange scene ensued, and the surrounding demons swarmed up. His body turned into puffs of gray smoke pouring into his body, and as more and more demons were added, his injuries slowly recovered, and the wounds that had been flowing with gray juice had a tendency to close and even grow back.

He is not a pure demon spirit, but he has the healing talent of a demon spirit, and he also has the ability to cast spells like a monk, which shows that his sanity is not completely extinguished, which also means another thing.

He'll be scared!

Face that god-like person, face that fierce and tyrannical irresistible sword. Even if he was half-human, half-demon, even if he was almost immortal, he still felt frightened.

In panic, he wants to float away, while urgently summoning the surrounding demon spirits to gather towards him, and join in the treatment at the cost of self-destruction.

Another demon spirit pounced on him, and the demon general's heart swelled with excitement, and he hurriedly stretched out his severed arm, which had grown to an elbow. Get ready for another big make-up.

"Quack!"

A strange cry came to his ears, followed by a red line that broke through the air. Flying out of the demon bush at incredible speed, piercing through the illusion, and shooting straight into the demon general's chest.

In a trance, the demon will give birth to a long-lost feeling, warm ......

That's what it feels like to be human.

The red line is like silk, but it has a fierce and wild momentum. Walk through his body like a snake, chasing the nucleus that constantly dodged and tried to escape, and finally captured it.

The immortality of the demon does not come from itself, but because of this core that replaces the soul. Unwilling to hiss. The crystal nucleus was wrapped in a long tongue by the Tianxin toad and swallowed into its abdomen.

Chubby doesn't have any supernatural powers, his strongest point is the instinct that any demon beast has, but it can never be compared: digestion!

Nothing is eaten, nothing is melted, Thirteen Lang has tried, he can even swallow spirit stones, if it is not for the fear of its appetite, and the uncertainty about how much this greedy nature can bring to it, I am afraid that it is its staple food.

The demon spirit crystal nucleus, it sounds strange and unpredictable, but it is owned by living beings after all, to use an inappropriate analogy, it is at least an organic matter, how can it resist the greed of Tianxin.

An angry roar with resentment came from the crystal nucleus, slowly drifting away as the Tianxin toad wrapped in food liquid.

The demon general looked at all this blankly, and the fiery red in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a little enlightenment and a trace of confusion.

He regained his memories, but at the same time lost his life, the moment before he died, he suddenly remembered a question that he couldn't figure out, weishenme, that strange-looking demon beast, can be unharmed surrounded by demon spirits, and he doesn't even dare to attack?

Naturally, he would not understand what kind of ability the Heavenly Heart that had received a gift from the Golden Crow had the ability to deter living beings.

"Finally...... He's dead...... I wonder if I'll be able to go home after I die......"

The demon will think, think, sigh, and be relieved, and his body will turn into a puddle of muddy filth, and then die.

"Quack!"

The Tianxin Toad, who had swallowed the crystal nucleus, screamed twice disdainfully and saw it off with a generous gesture.

"Whew......"

In the other direction, the demon general who was advancing in unison let out a miserable howl at the same time, and was slashed by the meridian sword seven or eight rays of brilliance. The previous attack was not complete, the meridian sword seemed to feel that its pride was desecrated, and the violent sword momentum not only cut the demon general into pieces, but also wiped out dozens of demon spirits around it, and then let out a few clear whistles, and then he was satisfied and walked away, followed by the soaring figure, and pounced on a battlefield.

There was a continuous sound of ding dong, except for the fury of the Factor Wu Sword that was twisted into a sparse crystal nucleus, more than ten low-level crystal nuclei appeared around, which were attracted by the invisible force and fell into the hands of Thirteen Lang.

The hurricane rolled up the monstrous waves, and within ten zhang, the demons everywhere stopped, and from a distance, Shisanlang was like a raging dragon, without any hesitation and delay, roaring forward.

"Who are you!" Dozens of miles away, a black-clothed monk roared angrily, the anger and shock in his heart reaching the extreme.

At this distance, he could already see the figure of Thirteen Lang, and he could also see his cultivation, what made him unbelievable was that a young man whose cultivation was connected to the peak of Dan and did not even reach it in the later stage had such a terrifying demon pet. There is also a superb flying sword that makes his eyes red and his heart is hot.

"You are mine! Everything you have is mine! For these reasons, even if these half-adult demons will all die, this seat will not hesitate. ”

Thinking about this, the monk's heart was dripping blood, and in a moment, the demon generals he had high hopes for and had left a lot of use had lost as many as three. Before you arrive. The rest may not be able to be saved, and such a loss is like a constant cutting of flesh in his heart, and blood is constantly flowing out.

The more angry he was, the more greedy he became, and the blackfriar found that the young man was not only possessing a strange treasure, but also had a speed that was not weaker than his own, and was planning. He forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart and raised his voice.

"This Hong Ming is from Luosang Star, which side of the star domain is Daoyou, can you understand with Hong?"

"It's actually an alien! Is there really an alien?" Thirteen Lang's heart was slightly cold, and the killing intent in his eyes was buried even deeper.

"I'm your father. ”

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In front of the valley, the big gray should be renamed Dahong.

Head red. The body is red, and the feet are red. Even his eyes became blood-red, almost comparable to those demons.

The big gray fur was thick and soft, and even the mane on the neck was not as upright as a horse, but as soft as a woman's long hair. Kui Shen has complained many times about this, and constantly nagged that the blood of this god is noble and unparalleled, but he gave birth to such a feminine look. Lost a lot of virility because of the hair.

Although the gray fur is not bright, at least it looks soft and eye-catching, making people want to touch a few handfuls when they look at it. Now it's okay, the strips of flesh have been lifted. Revealing the strong muscles that jumped inside, blood gushed out from countless wounds like streams of mountain springs, splashing and rendering, completely smearing it into a bloody donkey.

"Decay, why don't you go back ......?"

Kui Shen complained in his heart, raised his head and roared a terrifying dragon, taking advantage of the collective shock of the surrounding demon spirits, his body spilled a bloody path, and rushed to the demon general who Xu Tu healed.

"Eang!"

The roar was hoarse, and the big gray, who had always been lazy and greedy, opened his big mouth, bit the demon general's neck, and shook his head violently.

The demon general howled miserably, abandoning a large piece of flesh and skin and retreating his body, while waving his claws and plunging them straight into his back.

The blood flowers soared, and the battered Kui Shen raised his front hooves and stepped on the demon general's chest with thunderous momentum.

It was like a bag of dead fish being rammed with a heavy hammer, the juice flew wildly, the residual flesh splashed everywhere, and the demon general's body almost fell apart, staggering and flying back into the circle of the demon spirit, and his mouth kept wailing.

Behind him, another demon general pounced in the air, and his claws swung out the remnants of the Dao Dao, adding more wounds to this blood donkey, which was not brave but was extremely desperate at this time. At the same time, more spirits pounced on him from all directions, greedily devouring flesh and blood, or pouring into the badly damaged demon general's body to repair his injuries.

The immortal body, its horror lies in this, as long as it does not suffer fatal damage, as long as the surrounding demon spirits are not dead, no matter what kind of body it breaks, it can be replenished.

On the contrary, the Great Gray is stronger than any demon general, but because they help each other, they never have a chance to kill them in one fell swoop. The strength of one side has declined, while the other side has continued to recover, and the situation is indescribably bad.

With one enemy and two enemies, there are countless demon spirits around to contain it, and the battle in the valley is purely hard, and the big gray is undoubtedly the first.

The surrounding Kaba warriors were struggling, and their strength could only face the demon spirits that surged over like a tide, and the two hundred warriors lost one-third, and they couldn't resist it.

A rain of arrows flew in the air, and two patriarchs, led by hundreds of warriors, were rushing down the hillside and rushing towards the valley mouth. They were supplemented by thousands of women, teenagers, and even children.

The bloody battle in the valley has been carried out to the most critical juncture.

Everyone understands that the current focus is on those two demon generals, if they can't be annihilated in one fell swoop, under the endless attacks of the demon spirits, the human side is destined to be killed and wounded, and finally go to extinction.

With the strength of the Kaba warriors, there are only two possible ways to kill the demon general, one is to rely on the tactics of the sea of people, with the determination of ants to gnaw the statue little by little, and the other is to prevent it from using the demon spirit to recover and create opportunities for the cute and poor donkey.

Of the two paths, which one requires a lot of lives to stack, there are only more than a hundred Kaba warriors, and none of them can be completed.

If one can't be done, then two should be done together.

"Follow me......"

The third uncle looked at the big ash who was about to be entangled by the other general, and then at the seriously injured demon general, wielding a blood-red short blade with one arm, and hoarse.

"Cut it!"

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...... (To be continued.) )