Shanrong is also mad today, the number two person in hell, the invincible master who surpasses the divine realm, after coming to the ground, he was beaten by a human brat and broke apart, and his body was bitten apart.

This is something she has not encountered in countless billions of years and countless reincarnations.

She has never been beaten and escaped.

But today, she knew that if she didn't escape, she might not have a chance to escape.

She couldn't beat Yang Zhen, she wanted to escape, not to mention the Tianba Continent, even if no one in the Henggu Continent could catch her.

The whirlpool of the Dharani Scepter was all avoided.

He didn't avoid it, he was swept into the whirlpool, and it was likely that he would go directly to hell, and at that time, a hundred Yang Zhen would be killed by Shanrong.

But how could Yang Zhen be willing to let her escape.

If you can't catch anyone, you have to catch the 'Dharani Scepter'.

Yang really didn't dare to go, but he had someone to use.

"Go" Yang Zhenshen moved, and the dragon in the air roared.

"Wow Roar" One of the four dragons shook its body violently, flicked its tail, and hovered in mid-air, swooping down like a sharp arrow.

At this time, half of the 'Dharani Scepter' had already entered the vortex, and it was about to disappear here.

The dragon rushed to the scene and bit down right on the back of the Dharani Scepter.

"Bold-" From the depths of the whirlpool, a terrifying voice came out, this sound seemed to be able to break the enemy's soul, Yang Zhen heard it from afar, it was dark in front of him, and his soul was shaken.

It was the voice of the Lord of Hell, coming from the depths of Hell.

If it were any person, even if it was Yang Zhen, if he rushed over, he would face death at this time.

But the dragon is just a talisman, he has no soul, he is not a life, and he completely ignores the various powers of hell.

Death in the air has no effect on the dragon.

Only power from the depths of the vortex can pull the dragon into the vortex, into hell.

"Wow Roar" the dragon roared, twisted, struggled, but sank deeper and deeper.

There seems to be no force that can resist the power in the vortex.

Seeing that the 'Dharani Scepter' was about to enter the vortex, half of the dragon's head was about to follow in.

Suddenly, the dragon shook again and jerked its head.

Yang Zhen felt that the runes on the dragon's body were cracking, and the dragon simply used all the power of milk.

In the face of the master's order, this talisman can only do its best to strike a desperate blow.

"Whoa" The dragon's head was shaking, and the 'Dharani Scepter', which had entered the vortex, was magically pulled out by the dragon.

"No-no-" In the depths of the vortex, an incredible voice appeared.

You can't blame the Lord of Hell and the Good Looks, in the past, no one dared to whirl deep into the vortex to grab their magic weapons.

Because they know that under heaven and earth, no one dares to enter the vortex and be swept into hell.

So in the whirlpool, there is not a strong force to resist.

But Shenlong dared, because he was not human, just a talisman.

The 'Dharani Scepter' was slowly pulled out, but the dragon's body sank into a vortex little by little.

"You dare, you dare-Yang Zhen, the Dharani knife has not been handed over, you still dare to seize the treasures of hell-you will die without a place to be buried, and you will never be reincarnated-" The voice in hell was deafening, shaking Yang Zhen's mind.

The Lord of Hell is roaring, angry.

But he can't get out of hell, at least not yet.

I could only watch as the 'Dharani Scepter' was pulled out of the vortex step by step.

When the full 'Dharani Scepter' had left the vortex, the dragon shook its head violently.

"Wow Whoa"

Whoosh, the 'Dharani Scepter' was thrown out by the dragon, flying towards Yang Zhen like a meteor, leaving the vortex.

And the dragon seemed to have lost all his strength after a flick, and his whole body sank, and he was dragged into hell by the terrible whirlpool.

It turned its head and looked at Yang Zhen, there seemed to be tears in the huge dragon's eyes, which was moving.

Soon, with the sound of the dragon's roar, the dragon was swallowed by the whirlpool and went to hell.

"Yang Zhen, I'm waiting for you in hell, if you don't want Dora and the crocodile head to die, look for me in hell-" A kind voice came from the depths of the whirlpool.

She eventually escaped to hell.

brush, the vortex disappeared, and all the power of death in the void returned to hell in an instant.

It was quiet.

Only Yang Zhen stood in place, holding a shining staff in his hand.

'Dharani's Scepter'.

Another top-grade artifact fell into Yang Zhen's hands.

Yang Zhen found that the people of Hell were simply a transport team, specially transporting magic weapons for themselves.

And this time, one of the three treasures of hell, the 'Dharani Scepter', was delivered.

Holding the royal scepter, even Yang Zhen could feel the surging power in it.

This magic weapon is very powerful in hell, because if you leave hell, you will be suppressed by the gate of eternity, if you change positions, Yang Zhen will go to hell, and Shanrong will use the 'Dharani King Staff' to beat Yang Zhen into a dead dog.

And the most important reason is not this.

Because this is the 'Dharani Scepter', like Yang Zhen's Blood Devouring Demon Knife (Dharani's Knife), it was practiced by the previous Lord of Hell, Dharani.

Therefore, this magic weapon, in Shanrong's hands, cannot exert the strongest power.

Yang Zhen held the 'Dharani King Staff', and suddenly felt the Blood Devouring Demon Knife in his body beating, and he seemed to have seen friends and relatives he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Whoa-" Suddenly, there were countless roaring and thunderous voices all around.

It turned out that Shanrong was gone, and the force of death was gone.

Hundreds of thousands of prostrate heavenly demons finally dared to raise their heads.

When they saw Yang Zhen, they suddenly roared in unison, and then hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Demons rushed towards Yang Zhen like a tide.

They opened their teeth and danced their claws, wanting to tear everything apart, because without the suppression of Shanrong, these Heavenly Demons were crazy, and before they got close to Yang Zhen, many Heavenly Demons had already tore each other apart, sweeping away the obstacles in front of them.

The black pressure pressed the ant-like Heavenly Demon and rushed up.

Ma Yue, who already only had the seed of the Divine Realm, was about to vomit blood.

There are so many heavenly demons, and the immortals have to flee for their lives.

"Who dares. "Yang Zhen held the 'Dharani King Scepter' aloft, and his voice flowed out like a heavenly demon.

Using the Gate of Eternity to summon the will of the six-eared gods and demons, Yang Zhen could not only hear the words of the heavenly demons, but also communicate with them.

"Look what this is. ”

Brush, the 'Dharani Scepter' shines brightly on Yang Zhen's hands, the king of hell, the breath of the king, the representative of death and the end of the world.

The 'Dharani Scepter' deeply shocked countless heavenly demons.

"Woo-" The Heavenly Demons were shocked by the light on the 'Dharani Scepter' and stopped their steps.

Because the front stopped too quickly, people kept rushing to the front, and suddenly, people on the field turned over on their backs and fell.

"Don't rush, don't rush, stop. ”

"Now, it's the 'Dharani Scepter', the magic weapon of the Lord of Hell. ”

"That's the nemesis of the Heavenly Demons, the nemesis of our Heavenly Demons. ”

"Damn, this Terran actually defeated Shanrong and took the 'Dharani Scepter'. ”

"What are we going to do?"

"Rush forward, kill the Terran, devour his blood, and reclaim the 'Dharani Scepter'. ”

"You are crazy, you go, I can't come close, I feel the terrible power in the scepter that can take us to hell. ”

"No, I just want to stay here, I don't want to go to hell. ”

The Heavenly Demon Clans were all talking, and many Heavenly Demons looked at Yang Zhen with awe, but there were also many Heavenly Demons whose eyes exuded ferocity and unwillingness.

Yang Zhen is not a good face after all, even if he holds the 'Dharani King Scepter', he can't make all the Heavenly Demons surrender.

What's more, now they are only afraid of the 'Dharani King's Scepter', not Yang Zhen, and even if they are afraid, it is impossible to surrender.

Surrender and fear are two things.

A small human race is not worthy of the surrender of the heavenly demons.

Despite this, hundreds of thousands of heavenly demons did not dare to rush up, they stared at Yang Zhen with wide eyes, and surrounded Yang Zhen, even if they did not dare to go up, they were reluctant to leave.

"Are you not convinced?" Yang Zhen looked around like a victorious king.

"Woo, Terran boy, of course we don't accept it, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a lowly Terran, we are noble heavenly demons, ancient beings. ”

"Hand over the 'Dharani Scepter' and we will let you go. ”

"Don't think that defeating Shanrong will be able to subdue us, Shanrong doesn't have much power in the world, so you can take advantage of it, you go to hell to try. ”

"Quick, hand over the 'Dharani Scepter,' or we will eat you. ”

"Wow" Heavenly Demon found that he could communicate with Yang Zhen, roared one by one, and bargained with Yang Zhen.

How can this be reasonable, it is not possible for them to take a look at it without giving it a little power.

Yang was really about to get angry, and suddenly the 'Dharani Scepter' in his hand shook violently, boom, and a will emanated from the Scepter and instantly entered Yang Zhen's mind.

"Who is it that wants to control my scepter, only the master of hell deserves it-"

Boom, this will instantly formed a towering figure in Yang Zhen's mind.

This figure is very vague, very similar to the human race, but it is extremely tall, shaking the galaxy, like an ancient god, high up, looking at Yang Zhen with pitiful eyes.

"Dharani?" Yang Zhen suddenly knew who he was, this was the former master of hell, the Dharani Demon King who had been robbed of the position of the Lord of Hell by Yama.

"Your hell has been taken away by people, your woman is lying on someone else's bed, I will regain your strength for you, and you dare to show your teeth and claws to me-Dharani, get out of me-" Yang Zhen roared angrily, boom, and a huge Buddha statue rose in his mind.

Suddenly, a Buddha statue and a black body stood facing each other.

"The King of the Earth—" Dharani looked angry, "If you hadn't intervened back then, I would have lost to that despicable villain of Yama - give me back - my royal staff, and the magic sword-"

"Zheng" With his voice, Yang Zhen's mind was a flash of cold light, and the Blood Devouring Demon Knife appeared.

"You take it. Yang Zhen waved the knife, brushed, and the light of the knife was like a stream of water, splashing in all directions, and it was a knife against Dharani's figure.

"You dare to cut me?" Dharani's eyes widened as he stared at the Bloodeater Blade.

He didn't seem to believe that the magic knife would cut him, it was the magic knife he had practiced, and it was the representative of the Lord of Hell.

The magic knife has his essence and blood, and it is under his control.

But.

But.

With a bang, the Blooddevouring Demon Knife barely paused, slashing down the huge black shadow in the air in half.

"No-" Dharani looked terrifying, unable to believe that the supreme magic weapon he had worked so hard to cultivate had become someone else's killing weapon.

This slash was the will of Dharani, not a real person, but Dharani's eyes were full of despair.

In this world, how can anyone control my divine sword?

Even if the 'Dharani Scepter' falls on the good face and the hand, without the will of the Dharani, it will not be possible to exert the strongest power.

Why is this happening? Could this boy be stronger than me and Yama Ni?

In despair, Dharani suddenly thought of a question, maybe his revenge would depend on the young man in front of him.

His tone began to change, his aura began to weaken.