"Respect my God......"

Zhang Wentian's face was hideous, and his thirty opponents were closed in front of him, like black and white flowers.

Rumble!

He fell to his knees with his legs on his knees, smashing out the crater, and there was a faint roar in the sky.

A strange black spatial crack spread high in the sky.

Suddenly, divine light flew from all directions and rushed into the crack.

The spatial crack shook violently, shrank violently, and disappeared.

Everyone was stunned, and Zhang Wentian was also stunned.

Gai Fengyou was overjoyed and said: "It is the emperors who block the space and prohibit the demon gods from entering the Secret Realm, so don't worry!" ”

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

Han Anbo said loudly: "Not bad. Although Zhang Wentian's strength is extremely strong, his strength was consumed by the Black Evil God, and he was blocked by all the top-grade masters, without the power of the Demon God, he couldn't set off the wind and waves! ”

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and some looked at Good Luck.

I saw Hao Yunsheng lying next to Li Qingxian, he took the pill, the wound was slowly healing, and a faint black gas was emerging.

Everyone looked at Good Luck vigilantly, just now he absorbed the power of the demon god, and the consequences were unpredictable.

Zhang Wentian's five faces let out a crazy roar, his body bowed down violently, and his head slammed into the ground, smashing into cracks and dust.

"Demon slave Zhang Wentian, please my god! O God! Please ...... my gods."

The five faces roared in unison, kowtowing rapidly, and the earth trembled again and again.

In the town, all the remaining demon god powers gathered wildly, and in the end, everyone saw an unbelievable scene.

Countless demon god powers gathered, but they did not converge on Zhang Wentian, but gathered in the sky above Li Qingxian and Good Luck Sheng.

A huge bowl-shaped black tornado, slowly turning.

Li Qingxian was still asleep, but Good Luck was awake, and his eyes were dark under the influence of the power of the demon god.

"Good luck is born into a demon......" I don't know who shouted, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts, so frightened that they desperately fled.

Many night guards also had weak legs, but their responsibilities moved to Li Qingxian's side, away from good luck.

Good luck covered the wound and wanted to shout, this matter had nothing to do with him, it was obviously Ye Sizheng's strength, but his whole body was suppressing the demonic qi near the wound, and he was unable to speak.

Zhang Wentian got up and stared blankly at the black tornado on Li Qingxian and Good Luck Sheng's heads, and his five faces frowned.

Suddenly, the black tornado suddenly contracted, turning into a demon god composed of black smoke.

This smoke demon god is a hundred feet tall, with five faces, sitting cross-legged in the sky, with only a pair of arms, and two hands on his knees.

The five-faced demon god had his eyes closed, sitting upright in the air, motionless.

Whether it was Zhang Wentian, the high-grade Great Monk or others, they were all silent.

Everyone looked at each other and finally set their eyes on Good Luck.

Good luck was lying on the mat, looking up at the huge five-faced demon god, unable to speak.

The honest devil gently touched his chin, not optimistic about Yunsheng, but looked at the unconscious Li Qingxian.

Gai Fengyou's gaze looked between the good luck student and the honest devil, and finally looked at Li Qingxian, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.

Zhang Wentian's complexion changed, and the five-faced demon god on the opposite side was formed by the summoning of his own power, but now, he broke off his relationship with himself.

"A good luck student, a good luck person, I didn't expect that this seat was a bird all day long, but he was pecked by a bird. It turns out that you are also a member of my demon gate, if the old man expects it to be good, you are the hidden hand of the old puppet Zhang Wentong, right? Fortunately, this seat hurt you just now, otherwise, the whole town of Trick would be your world. "Zhang Wentian said.

Everyone looked at the good luck student, and their faces were complicated.

Zhang Wentian is not a good person, but Zhang Wen is more vicious than Zhang Wentian, so when Zhang Wen is a chess piece, good luck is born......

Good luck was so angry that he wanted to scold, but he could only cover his wounds and lie down angrily.

"Do you think that if you learn two magic skills from Zhang Wentong, you can kill this seat? Delusion! Child, you will die today! ”

After Zhang Wentian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, his body expanded in a circle, and the thirty pairs of arms around his body stretched out backwards like two wings, and finally, the thirty pairs of arms were pushed forward in unison.

Everyone saw that time seemed to slow down suddenly, and the thirty pairs of arms were pushing forward at an extremely slow speed, but in the blink of an eye, a torrent of black mist dozens of zhang thick erupted, instantly erupting from in front of Zhang Wentian's arm to the front of the five-faced demon god.

In an instant, Zhang Wentian entered the black mist, disappeared in place, appeared in front of the five-faced demon god, and waved thirty pairs of arms, pushing it out heavily.

Everyone only felt that the stone was shattering, and this push was enough to collapse thousands of feet of mountains and empty thousands of miles of sea territory.

Click......

The back of the five-faced demon god's head was split vertically, and the faces on both sides and the back of the head were thrown forward, and the five demon god faces, lined up in a row, stood on the neck.

The five demon gods opened their eyes in unison.

The totems of the Black Moon Demon God, the Great Silence Demon God, the Whispering Demon God, the Wisdom Demon God, and the Blood Demon God appeared in the eyes of the five Demon Gods.

The five terrifying demon gods are like endless clouds of smoke, soaring into the sky, cutting off the heavens and the earth.

The honest devil and the other demon cultivators were not stunned for a moment, their legs bent smoothly, and they knelt on the ground.

As strong as Zhang Wentian, he forcibly withdrew the true yuan of the magic skill, and the thirty opponents retracted in unison.

Click...... Click......

The sound of dense joints twisting and bones shattering sounded in Zhang Wentian's arm.

Thirty pairs of arms were devoured by the magic power, most of them were shattered, or they were splashing around, or they were twisted and weirdly shaped, or they drooped softly.

The five demon gods opened their pitch-black mouths in unison and sucked in violently.

"Whew......"

The five big mouths let out a strange wind roar, and they saw fine black smoke coming out of Zhang Wentian's body, like a school of fish, rushing into the mouth of the five-faced demon god.

Zhang Wentian spurted out a mouthful of blood, turned around and fled, escaping hundreds of zhang away, before the power of the demon god around him stopped escaping.

The five-faced demon god sucked away part of the demon god's power on Zhang Wentian's body, and the faces on both sides slowly returned, closed, and the crack healed.

In the end, the five-faced demon god exploded, turned into a demon mist, and entered the bodies of Li Qingxian and Good Luck respectively.

The night guard rushed forward to save Li Qingxian, but Gai Fengyou threw a flying sword to block it, and said, "Lord Ye has his own plans, and this kind of demonic fog can't help him." ”

Everyone looks to good luck.

Someone whispered: "Good luck is really in the devil." ”

Good luck rolled his eyes, passed out, and before he fell into a coma, he heard another sentence.

"Sure enough, the demon god backlashed ......"

The top performers looked at each other.

"Continue?" Huang Tiantao said.

"Go on!"

A group of top grades, shot again.

Zhang Wentian lost a large amount of demon god power, his meridians were damaged, many arms were broken, and his strength dropped greatly.

But even so, everyone couldn't get any benefit from him, and even found that Zhang Wentian's wound was slowly healing.

Until late at night, Zhang Wentian was getting stronger and stronger.

The monks of the upper grades were fighting and communicating with each other.

"How?"

"Zhang Wentian's body has become a demon god body, as long as he is given enough time, he will slowly recover after all."

"He has eaten so many ginseng fruits, and if he continues to drag it out, we will be more passive."

"Who has the means? What about Master Gai? ”

"Where can the old man do anything, he can only wait for the emperor...... The leaves on the division are correct. ”

"He's already unconscious, even if he's awake, what?"