1403 The Art of Language

"Huh?"

The demon lord frowned slightly, and reacted instantly: "There is no room for opening-up, fake!" ”

"But I did feel the scent of the Terrans!"

As it spoke, it lowered its head and looked at the broken bloody clothes, a flash of realization flashed in its eyes.

"With blood as a medium, it's no wonder that I perceive mistakes."

"But..."

"Illusion!"

After figuring this out, a surging demonic aura erupted from this demon lord's body, diffusing out, and constantly swept through the air.

Momentary trance.

The bloody coat was still there, and it was still standing in its original position, as if nothing had changed.

But there was a roar of anger in the distance.

The demon lord subconsciously turned his head to look.

A human figure had rushed into the red dragon clan at some point, carrying a hammer in his hand, and slammed it on a sixth-level red dragon.

With the sound of bones cracking, the red dragon fell to the ground with a wail.

As for the little red dragon and the young white ape, they hid in the corner as early as the first time, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Fortunately, the little red dragon itself is also the best among the demon kings, and what he grabbed for the rest of his life was a time difference, so he had no intention of attacking it at all.

Within three seconds, after killing a red dragon in seconds, he frowned slightly as he looked at the demon lord who had escaped from the illusion, and threw the two bombs in his hand, while he fled frantically into the distance, accompanied by teleportation at the same time!

But in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared hundreds of meters away, and opened up a spatial rift and drilled into it!

"Cunning fellow!"

The demon lord narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold, and he rushed in the direction of the rest of his life.

But just as it moved, several explosions rang out.

Rubble was blasted into the air.

The young white ape trembled subconsciously.

In this moment of the demon lord's trance, the rest of his life has completely left, leaving only the corpse of the red dragon in the snow, still flowing blood, dyeing the snow scarlet.

"Humph!"

After being teased several times in a row, the demon lord finally became irritated, and with the light of thunder and lightning, it stood where it had fled for the rest of its life, stretched out its sharp claws, and grabbed at the void.

Spatial rifts reappear.

"Nan?"

"Chase!"

After determining the direction of the rest of his life's escape, the demon lord said lightly, his voice full of murderous aura.

"Senior, the rest of your life is to transfer the tiger away from the mountain!"

"But if he has other options, he will never risk his life!"

"So what we have to do now is not to chase the rest of our lives, but to keep the original plan and slaughter the broken army."

"With the strength of your demon lord, slaughter the broken army, but in an instant!"

"At that time, the rest of my life will naturally come back to intercept."

"We can't be led by the nose for the rest of our lives."

I have to say that the one who knows you best is always your enemy, especially the enemy who has been defeated by you several times and still hasn't collapsed!

The young white ape stood up almost instantly, looked at the demon lord and shouted.

The little red dragon's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to stop the young white ape, but he couldn't stop it from talking too fast.

"Ugh..."

It sighed softly and shook its head slightly.

"Do you think this king is stupid?"

"Am I being teased for the rest of my life?"

"Or does this king have to rely on the advice of your sixth-level demon beast to catch that loach?"

"Why don't I sit in the position of the demon lord?"

The demon lord, who was already in a very bad mood, turned blue after hearing the words of the young white ape!

If it weren't for the old white ape standing behind the young white ape, it would have been reduced to a corpse at this moment.

Sometimes, speaking is an art.

The old white ape played this art to the point of perfection, but the young white ape didn't even enter the door.

Its words did not have the effect of exhortation at all, but completely stimulated the demon lord's desire to win.

"Or, chase after me!"

"Or, go back to the Lord of the Demon Domain and drink milk!"

After leaving such a sentence, the demon lord had no intention of staying at all, and flew to the south alone.

"You just now, you should be tactful, praise it first, then appease it, and finally put forward your own ideas."

"It's not really just a mascot."

The little red dragon sighed and said, shaking his head slightly: "There is no way now, let's follow, at least so, there is still a chance." ”

"If we are out of touch with this stupid mascot, we will die a terrible death."

Just now, it once again saw the strength of the rest of its life.

Similarly, in the Demon King Realm, it is completely unable to compete.

I couldn't even go up to intercept it, so I could only watch the rest of my life kill my own people in front of me, and then leave.

This kind of absolute strength blow made it completely unable to fight in its heart.

"Gather the corpse and follow along."

The little red dragon said with some loss.

Collect the corpse...

Corpse?

"Don't!"

The young white ape's expression changed, and he subconsciously shouted.

But it was too late.

The corpse of the red dragon exploded in full view of everyone...