When the five demon kings saw Yang Xiaotian like this, they were all dumbfounded, their faces were like earth, is this kid still human?

The five of them have only joined forces three times since they took the position of demon king eight hundred years ago. The first time they joined forces, killing the thirty-seventh generation of the sect master of the Western Emperor Sword Sect, they were scattered; the second time they joined forces, they fought against the abbot of Mingxing, who claimed to be immortal in the Kushe Temple, and beat the abbot of Mingxing into a bloody foam and bone slag; the third time they joined forces, the object of the fight was the forty-third generation head of Tianguanmen, Yunya Zhenren, that is, the master of Duanxu Zhenren, this battle caused the entire Tianji Peak to collapse two-thirds, and Yunya Zhenren was seriously injured and dying after a battle, and had to pass the position of head to the eldest disciple Duanxu.

Today is the fourth time they have joined forces, and seeing that this young man is already crumbling and about to fall in an instant, who knows that in an instant, he is alive and well, and they can't help but be frightened.

Yang Xiaotian shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I want to surrender, but there is no way, you don't have that ability!"

The five demon kings were arrogant and angry when they heard him say, but they also knew that this was the truth, and the five of them would fight with him at most, and it was impossible to take him down, and several people looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Yang Xiaotian said lightly: "Otherwise, you surrender, I don't want you to kneel, it's enough to simply imprison you for five hundred years, and I will release you after five hundred years." Of course, if I can live that long!"

"Fart!" the Demon King burst into a rage.

Yang Xiaotian smiled and said, "What else should I do?

"Really, what about me?"

A gentle Svenwen voice rang out.

As soon as the five demon kings heard the voice, they immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully in unison: "Subordinates welcome the Demon Lord's holy drive!"

"Get up!"

Yang Xiaotian raised his eyes and looked, a middle-aged scribe appeared in the field, wearing a Confucian robe, sword eyebrows and square face, majestic and handsome, looking at himself with blazing eyes at this time.

The middle-aged scribe asked with a smile, "You are Yang Xiaotian?"

Yang Xiaotian didn't want to answer, but the middle-aged scribe seemed to have a magic power that made him have to answer, "It's me!

The middle-aged scribe looked elegant and smiled: "Yes, you can also call me Taku Kimura!"

"Taku Kimura!"

Yang Xiaotian didn't expect that the demon lord who was so miraculous turned out to be such a person, that night when he went to the demon clan to save the holy girl Coral, he only heard his voice and didn't see him, and originally thought that he should be a demon with a hideous appearance. When I saw it today, just from the appearance, it looked like Mr. Ye, an ordinary humble gentleman, curling Yuheng.

At this time, the eight demon generals of the demon clan and many demon masters had already come up the mountain, and they stood behind the demon lord with their hands respectfully bowed.

"Just now you said that you were going to imprison five of my subordinates for five hundred years?" the Demon Lord was still full of spring breeze, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Yang Xiaotian was just shocked by his elegant posture, but he was really scared when he couldn't see the Demon Lord, and said with a smile on his face: "What if it's me?"

As soon as the Demon Lord's eyes opened, his already blazing eyes became even more radiant, and he said coldly: "In your words, you don't have that ability!"

Yang Xiaotian smiled faintly and said, "Is it? I don't believe in this evil!"

The Demon Lord was slightly angry, waved his sleeves, and did not attack Yang Xiaotian directly, but went back to the Tianguan Gate everyone standing in front of the main hall, and in an instant, a hurricane broke out, and the people who hit the Tianguan Gate staggered, and those who were weak in cultivation rolled down the cliff directly, and there were no bones left.

"Well, as long as I want, without my men, I can destroy your group of people in a moment!"

Yang Xiaotian looked at the elders of the various peaks who were still encouraging them to resist the power of the Demon Lord's sleeves, and with a wave of their sleeves lightly, they had such power, and they were indeed not his opponents.

Wang Yuheng barely stood firm, walked out at this time, and said to everyone at Tianguanmen: "Everyone has come down! The head of the sect is seriously injured and paralyzed, and the four peak masters are all there, we are not opponents at all, why die in vain!"

"No! You can't surrender!" Huafeng people first came out to object, and reprimanded righteously, "There have always been disciples of Tianguanmen who died in battle! Wang Yuheng, you are so shameless!"

Yang Xiaotian originally saw that he was frightened by the Nine Heavens Devouring Formation of the Five Great Demon Kings, and he looked down on him a little, but at this time, seeing his righteousness and majesty, he couldn't help but be impressed by him, and praised him from the bottom of his heart: Good man!

Wang Yuheng is playing another abacus, if everyone in Tianguanmen stubbornly fights to the death, it is estimated that more than eighty percent will die in the hands of the demons, then what does it mean to be the head of the house again at that time, and the soft voice of the court

Yang Xiaotian said: "Xiaotian, I see that they all listen to you, you persuade them, you can't bear to let the foundation of the thousands of years of heaven be ruined!"

Yang Xiaotian didn't speak, just looked at the people at the closed door to see if Wang Yuheng was still in the party, if so, he would definitely come out to persuade him to surrender at this time.

After a long time, no one came out, and everyone in the Tianguan Gate was full of anger, even the young third-generation disciples, although their legs were already trembling, they still bit their lips and stared at the people of the demon clan with fierce eyes. Wang Yuheng was the only one there, chattering and persuading everyone to surrender.

Yang Xiaotian said secretly: Fortunately, there is only such a traitor in Tianguanmen.

"Shut up! Wang Yuheng, you scum of the sect, don't be embarrassed here, and you are not afraid of insulting the prestige of Tianguanmen for thousands of years!"

Yang Xiaotian looked at Wang Hongxin, who was hiding behind the crowd, and saw that his face was flushed, and he glared at Wang Yuheng from time to time, I don't know whether he blamed him for being greedy for life and afraid of death, or blamed him for his face.

Yang Xiaotian laughed before saying, "Surrender, that's impossible! If you want to fight, we won't be afraid of you!"

The Demon Lord didn't laugh angrily, and said, "If you say that, then you can only fight!"

Yang Xiaotian shook the sunset bow in his hand, and said proudly: "Don't talk nonsense, let the horse come!"

The Demon Monarch rubbed his hands lightly, Yang Xiaotian thought that he was about to make a move, so he hurriedly held his breath and prepared to resist, but who knew that the Demon Monarch pointed at Hua Fengren.

Huafeng people couldn't avoid it, the blood in his chest surged, dyeing the ground in front of him a large patch of red, and before he could scream, he fell to the ground with a thud, seeing that he was not alive.

"Senior Brother Hua!"

Duanxu Zhenren took the lead in rushing out of the main hall and came to the corpse of the Huafeng people, and then people continued to rush out.

The Demon Lord didn't seem to care at all, just looked at Yang Xiaotian with a smile on his face.

Yang Xiaotian was furious, and as soon as the sunset bow was released, the sharp arrow shot towards the demon lord like a meteor.

The Demon Lord had just seen Yang Xiaotian use the Sunset Bow to confront the Five Great Demon Kings in the dark, knowing that the Sunset Bow was not very powerful, he didn't dare to be careless, his feet flashed, his hands did not relax at all, his sleeves kept waving, and he set up a golden glittering aura in front of him.

"Bang!"

The sharp arrows shot through the qi one after another, and exploded in front of the Demon Lord, who swung his sleeves violently to resist the powerful blasting power.

"Snort!"

The exploding spiritual power scratched through the Demon Lord's sleeves.

"Stinky boy, some ability!"

The Demon Lord looked at the holes in the cuffs, but he didn't expect the power of this young man's arrow to be so powerful.

"But it's useless, you're all going to die today!"

Yang Xiaotian calmly pointed to the group of powerhouses who rushed out of the main hall behind him, and said, "I didn't expect you to dare to say such things at this time!"

Duanxu Zhenren mourned the death of Huafeng people, stood beside Yang Xiaotian, and said angrily: "Demon Lord, you can't come and go today!"

Yan Chixia Gongsun Mu also came to Yang Xiaotian's body, and the rest of the seven peak masters, Gu Renyun and others also stepped forward one after another, glaring angrily at the Demon Lord.

Many strong people gathered, and the Demon Lord cultivated to Tongtian again, and it was impossible to escape.

Who knew that the Demon Monarch did not have the slightest fear, and said with a smile: "After receiving Wang Yuheng's news, I expected that Duanxu's stinky old way would not die so easily!"

The rest of the people in Tianguanmen knew that Wang Yuheng had already colluded with the demon clan, and secretly reported the news to attract the demon clan to attack, and they all spat at him, especially the disciples of Haoling Peak, who attributed the death of the peak master Huafeng to Wang Yuheng, and wanted to eat his flesh raw.

Wang Yuheng knew that it was difficult for him to gain a foothold in Tianguanmen, and he saw that Duanxu Zhenren was not injured at all, and the four peak masters also appeared here at the same time, as well as Yan Chixia Gongsun Mu and others, this war demon clan was more auspicious, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, and begged for mercy vigorously: "The head of the real person, I was threatened by the demon clan to do such a thing, the head of the sect spare me!"

Yang Xiaotian's body moved, came to Wang Yuheng's body, and knocked him unconscious with one palm, "It's noisy!"

Seeing that his grandfather was knocked down by him, Wang Hongxin shouted angrily in the back: "Yang Xiaotian, you ......"

Yang Xiaotian glared at him, "What's the matter, tell me to beat you down again!"

Frightened, Wang Hongxin swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

"What a majesty!"

The Demon Lord clapped his hands as he slowly walked forward.

Yang Xiaotian stared at him vigilantly and said, "I didn't expect you to laugh at this time!"

The Demon Lord came to a distance of a foot from him before stopping, and said, "Your plan is good, you want to wipe out our clan in one fell swoop......!"

Yang Xiaotian said: "What?"

The Demon Lord laughed and said, "But you have your Zhang Liang, I have my ladder over the wall!"

"Come out!" the Demon Lord called out to the back.

"Giggles, let me come out so early, I still want to continue to watch good shows!"

Accompanied by the voice, a bewitching woman appeared in everyone's sight.

Then four figures appeared at the same time, standing in a line behind the bewitching woman.

"Ghost Queen!"

"Four Ghost Kings!"

Yan Chixia has fought with the ghost clan for an unknown number of times, and he recognized it the same.

The ghost queen was wearing a pale green long dress, with spring in her eyebrows, and looked at Yan Chixia with a smile: "Old ghost Yan, it's you!"

Yan Chixia shouted: "That's right, it's your grandfather." Grandpa will kill you later!"

The ghost queen smiled charmingly, and said in a charming voice: "Don't shout and kill as soon as you meet!

Yang Xiaotian was a little dumbfounded, this woman like the woman in the Qinglou in the storyteller's mouth is the ghost queen?