"Lord Demon!"

The white-bearded old man staggered over, he bent over and burst into tears, "The overall situation is important!" There are many immortal cultivators, if we don't leave at this time, when they pull out their hands, it will be difficult for us to leave......"

Before the Thousand Killing Demon Lord could respond, a rough voice came from the sky, "Want to leave?" Let's ask the old man if the hoe in his hand agrees first! ”

Hearing this, the Thousand Killing Demon Lord frowned, while the Ming Jianzi on the opposite side showed joy.

"Mu Nongzi, you came just in time! Let's work together to take down this demon! ”

The sky was distorted, and the old man wearing short brown and carrying a hoe appeared beside Ming Jianzi, he grinned and looked in the direction of Ye Duyi, "It's not just the two of us!" ”

Sensing his gaze, Ye Duyi was startled, and before she could react, she felt that a person suddenly appeared beside her.

When she turned her head, she saw an old man with a kind face, the old man smiled lightly at her, and a voice sounded in Ye Duyi's ears, "This is a good place!" Hide here, for the great battle will arise, lest I injure you by mistake. ”

Ye Duyi nodded imperceptibly, she glanced at the others, and when she saw that no one else reacted, she knew that this was a Dao method that used sound transmission.

The old man looked at Ming Jianzi, "It is the duty of a monk to eliminate demons and defend the Dao!" Why don't you add an old man, how? ”

Seeing the old man, Ming Jianzi's face showed a bit of respect, "To be able to fight side by side with the Divine Machine, the kid can't ask for it!"

"Humph! Dignified people! The Thousand Killing Demon Lord sneered, "Just the three of you, you also want to stop Benjun?" ”

"Wishful thinking!"

Looking at the demon lord in front of him, Shen Jizi pinched his fingers and calculated his way of coming from, "It turned out to be a thousand killing demon lords in ancient times, but he has admired the name for a long time." ”

"Don't come to this fake set! Benjun looks disgusting! ”

The Thousand Killing Demon Lord is unforgiving in his mouth, but he is very dignified in his heart.

Eight Supreme Elders came to the Immortal Gate, and on his side, plus the Soul Transformation True Monarch who was devoured by him just now, there were only five of them.

Devouring the True Monarch of the Soul Transformation, the Thousand Killing Demon Monarch does not regret it, after all, his little thought, the Thousand Killing Demon Monarch can see through it at a glance, and it is not a pity to dare to hit his attention!

But in this way, the number of immortal cultivators is fully double that of demon cultivators!

In the case of similar strength, the difference in numbers is so large, it is okay to resist for a short time, but the longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for them!

"Lord Demon Lord, you go first, the old slave can resist for a while!"

The white-bearded old man stood tremblingly, he looked at the Thousand Killing Demon Lord, tears flowed down his face, "It's a pity, the old slave can't see the Demon Lord return to the world with his own eyes......"

The Thousand Killing Demon Lord frowned, his eyes were deep and he looked at the white-bearded old man, the servant he had taken in by accident before, "White Eyebrow, are you willing to give everything for me?" ”

The white-bearded old man nodded vigorously, his expression was excited, "The life of the white eyebrows has always belonged to the Demon Lord!" ”

Just as the two masters and servants were talking affectionately, the three of Ming Jianzi set up a position and rose with murderous energy.

"Adversary, today is the day when your god will be destroyed!"

Ming Jianzi took the lead and rushed towards the Thousand Killing Demon Lord, the long sword in his hand seemed to have the power to overturn the river and the sea, and the sword light was so light that even the space was twisted and cracked.

The Thousand Killing Demon Lord kicked the white-bearded old man hundreds of meters away, looking at the oncoming Ming Jianzi, his expression was disdainful, and a strange-looking magic weapon suddenly appeared in his hand, like a sword, like a knife, like a gun like a halberd, and the murderous aura was Ling Ran.

The two fought each other in short combat, like dry firewood encountering a blazing fire, and suddenly crackled.

(End of chapter)