Like this late-stage demon immortal, there are two other ones, although they also seriously injured the two late-stage divine envoys, but their own lives are inexplicably explained to each other's sharp swords.

This is the Spear of Hatred, and when it really shows its fangs, even the powerhouses who are a few levels above him will die helplessly.

In an instant, when the Demon Immortal was still in deep shock, the personnel at the tip of the triangle formation had already changed personnel, but Nuo Hai was still at the tip of the spear peak.

"It's unimaginable!" A hint of surprise flashed on the Demon King's face, this strange formation could burst out with such combat power, it was simply unimaginable to him.

"It's a pity that you weren't the ones who wiped off your neck!" Nuo Hai gritted his teeth fiercely, and urged the formation to rush into the demon immortals again.

However, although the attack power of the triangle formation is amazing, the movement speed is not so flexible, and it is still a little sluggish to fight against the demon immortals who are fighting alone.

However, the formation is expensive because there are many people, and there are personnel in all directions, so it also makes up for the possible sneak attack of the demon immortals.

The Demon King was furious, after testing for so long, he finally knew the true strength of the Spear of Hatred, if he didn't make a move, the loss of his own late-stage Demon Immortals would inevitably increase, and at the same time, he also felt a trace of panic about the growth of the Medicine King Hall within a year.

In just one year, these demigods or the powerhouses of the Eighteenth Heaven have all entered the realm of divine envoys, and even have the strength of a demon immortal in a battle, he didn't dare to imagine that after a year, this giant wolf that had grown up would show its sharp fangs to the Three Realms.

"Boom!" The Demon King suddenly raised his eyebrows angrily, and the horizontal knife slashed out a majestic wave of qi and rolled away, whether it was the gods of the Medicine King Hall or the demon of the Demon Realm, all of them looked extremely unbearable under this extremely strong aura.

A trace of despair finally flashed on Nuo Hai's face, he knew that the current strength of the Spear of Hatred was definitely not the opponent of a king-level powerhouse, but he didn't know that the gap was so huge, and in the face of such an attack, he could hardly feel any hope.

A smile flashed across the Demon King's lips, believing that with just one blow, the spear of hatred that had disturbed him a little would cease to exist. He didn't believe it

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The monks on it can survive the wrath of the sub-artifact. Even this mysterious group of people won't work any miracles.

If it weren't for the last moment of Nuohai's order, more than twenty members of the Spear of Hatred formed a tetrahedral defensive formation like lightning, if it weren't for the blocking of a white light that pierced the sky, the Demon King's wish would have come true, and the Spear of Hatred would have definitely fallen in deep unwillingness.

"Meng Yi!" The Demon King's voice suddenly trembled a little, the blow that pierced the dawn of the sky, at least an attack from ten miles away, except for the artifact crown, he really couldn't think of any other weapon on this that could resist the long sword in his hand, the sword body was engraved with a clear demon head pattern, and the whole body was black, a standard demon realm sub-artifact.

"You shouldn't do this, and I feel sorry for your life, it's not easy for a demon king to come to sin and enjoy a few days of happiness, but why do you want to mess with me?" A figure appeared in front of the scattered spear of hatred like lightning, and looked at the demon king who was still in shock with an indifferent expression.

"No way, you're not going..."

"I'm going to help the old farmer survive, although I don't know how you learned about my departure, but when you take over this job, you should think about the final ending." Meng Yi's expression was flat, and he couldn't see the slightest fluctuating aura in him.

But those who knew Meng Yi a little bit knew that the master of the Medicine King Hall was angry, and it was almost furious.

Everyone stopped, including the one hundred and ten demon immortals of the Demon Realm, and they all retreated behind the Demon King with hesitation.

"Xiao Yi..."Yue Hui's tears flowed down unconsciously, and she shouted from behind.

Meng Yi turned his head, but found that this usually graceful and elegant woman was silently crying, it was the tears of grievance, alone in the battle of the mid-stage demon immortal, even if he was as strong as Yue Hui, he was absolutely seriously injured, and when Meng Yi's figure slid past Tianxiao, the happiness that passed from the head to the soles of the feet was unimaginable to others.

Cold, flawless, Xiao Zhen, Qin Yuqing... None of the women standing beside Yue Hui were intact, and even Meng Yi saw a sword mark on Ding Wangqing's face.

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"Ah" Meng Yi was furious, he couldn't be calm, when the crown emperor suddenly split out, the poor demon king's body was immediately split like a kite with a broken string.

Blood spurted out like worthless water, and with just one blow, the corner of the demon king's head was cut in half.

As the saying goes, dragons have reverse scales, and they will be angry when they touch them, and they are Meng Yi's reverse scales, and anyone who gives them even the slightest bit of damage will have only one possibility, and that is death.

The figure of the demon king had not yet stopped, and a black and white intersecting yin and yang wheel suddenly formed above Meng Yi's head, and the wheel of the demon suddenly had a faint dark red light.

Without the slightest pause, with the urging of the law, the Yin Yang Brahma wheel was covered with lightning on the top of the demon king's head, and the big 'fight' was conspicuous on the white face.

The ensuing result was self-evident, and when the red earth fire essence continued to pour into the Yin Yang Brahma Wheel, this one-sided slaughter was over.

Anger, anger beyond the limit, even though the Demon King's screams had long since disappeared, Meng Yi was still furious and constantly smashed the essence of earth fire into the Yin Yang Brahma Wheel.

"Xiao Yi, that's enough." Shen Wufang whispered behind Meng Yi.

"No, not enough!" Meng Yi shouted frantically, and then his blood-red eyes turned around, looking gloomily at the stunned people in the Demon Realm in the distance, and the bloodthirsty light continued to flash.

When everyone in the Demon Realm woke up suddenly, they found that Meng Yi had already lost his figure, and after the first scream sounded among the demons, they knew what had happened.

Meng Yi had long hair scattered, Tianbailu's wings had already been stretched out, and the ghostly figure was shuttling like lightning among the demons, and whenever Meng Yi's figure passed by a demon or a demon fairy, he would let out a terrible scream.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty demon heads or demon immortals drank and hated Meng Yi's earth fire essence without any suspense.

For the Demon King, there may still be some strength to resist the Earth Fire Spirit, but it is only a little delay. However, it is almost a devastating blow to the demon immortals, as long as you get a little bit of earth fire essence, death is only the beginning, and even the soul is burned into nothingness.

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