Tianjiao, a group of demon clan youths from the Eastern Xuan Domain, entered the human realm so blatantly and strongly, each of them had an invincible posture and slaughtered on a large scale.

Because of the contract between the powerful people of the partial human race and the strong men of the demon race, they could not stop it, and they could only watch one after another human race Tianjiao die at the hands of the demon race.

This is extremely embarrassing!

Is there really no one to compete with?

All the younger generations of the human race will be wiped out by the demon race, and there will be a fault in the near future?

It's unimaginable, and the impact is huge.

"Hahaha, this king will destroy the younger generation of your human race first, and he will ~ become holy one day, and he will slaughter your older generation of strong people, and even the whole clan!"

This is the bold words released by the descendants of the Celestial Winged Beasts, and their posture is very contemptuous, and they directly threaten to challenge the Terran saints in the future, and kill them all as they do now.

He had purple hair, fluttering, and a faint blue light burst from his pupils, and his aura was powerful and terrifying.

In this generation of the Northern Xuan Domain, he has become famous, and in a few days, there are at least thirty young people of the Terran race who died in his hands, and if you add the other people who were killed indiscriminately by him, there are probably hundreds.

"Hehe, Terran, Mole Ant, he ~ this king is sanctified, and he can be destroyed with one hand!"

The descendant of the Fire Spirit Beast clan said disdainfully, his long hair was as red as fire, his face was resolute, his eyes were full of domineering, and he once smashed several Terran Tianjiao of the same rank with one hand, which was awe-inspiring.

"Damn, I heard that Zhao Tiangang of the Heavenly Thunder Sect still has three days to get out, and the same is true of the night south wind of the Ten Thousand Swords Palace. ”

"It's so sad and angry, some of the other top demons of my human race are also in dormancy, and they haven't come out of the pass. ”

"The demon clan deceived me, and the top demon of the human race can't get out, it's too infuriating. ”

Many people were inexplicably saddened and indignant, and they did not know how many more people would die in three days.

A day was about to pass, and sure enough, the Tianjiao of the demon clan became more and more unscrupulous, frantically killing Terran monks, and the methods were extremely cruel.

Blood Wu, a young strong man of the demon clan, it is said that it may be the bloodline of the blood-sucking green bat clan, holding a scimitar, and the evil aura on it is rolling, eerie, and indestructible.

As soon as he stabbed down, not only the flesh of the person was shattered, but the flesh and blood spirit and even the primordial spirit would be absorbed by the scimitar, so as to refine and strengthen the advancement.

So far, this person has killed fifty or sixty Tianjiao of the human race, and as for the other monks other than Tianjiao, there are five hundred, which has made his scimitar transform and become more powerful.

Thundered!

A valley where there are dozens of Terran monks, all trembling, their faces pale, and their eyes are full of humiliation and unwillingness.

At the edge of the valley, there stood a blood-robed young man, his hair flying, and a purple scimitar in his hand exuded sharpness.

This is the bloodlessness.

His face was resolute and cold, he was scanning the group of Terrans in front of him with contempt, and at his feet were some broken corpses, standing in this mountain of corpses and bones, he was like a Shura who had come out of hell, proud of the red world.

"Hahaha, Terran, who can compete with me? ”

This person refers to everyone, high-spirited and domineering.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, the scimitar in his hand trembled slightly, sending out a signal of thirst for blood, faintly accompanied by a whining yin wind, which was extremely terrifying.

This is like the sound of death, which makes everyone in front of them palpitate for no reason.

"What are you waiting for, why don't you offer your head and add a touch of spirituality to my Cold Moon Scimitar?"

Hahaha!

Blood didn't laugh loudly, he didn't put the Terran monk in his eyes at all, in his eyes, this was already a group of dead people.

Titicaca!

People clenched their fists stiffly, making crisp sounds between the bone joints, very angry, and at the same time a little helpless.

"Oh my God, is it really heaven that my human race is going to die here?"

A Terran monk roared unwillingly.

"The old man has been cultivating for 2,000 years, and he has stepped into the current realm, but he didn't expect it to end up like this, hahaha......"

An old man in the Great Perfection of the Dao Fetal Realm laughed miserably.

No one noticed that at this moment, two large hands, to be exact, a human hand and a dog's paw, were silently emerging from the bloody feet at the edge of the valley.

Yes!

In the midst of everyone's grief and unwillingness, suddenly the blood did not let out a scream, and then the whole person fell forward, as if he had tripped over something, and then with a bald grunt, his body slid down the valley.

What's the situation?

Everyone was confused and a little stunned.

A moment ago, he was still high-spirited and domineering, but why did he suddenly fall forward and eat, and then slid directly down the valley?

"No, I think the beast looks like it's been dragged down by something. ”

"That's right, I also doubt it, otherwise how could he trip himself up with such a high level of cultivation?

"Could it be that there is a well-cultivated dryad here, or a vine? Even these beings can't get used to the arrogance and ferocity of that evil animal, so they take action?"

People are talking here, at the bottom of this valley that is thousands of feet deep, the clouds and mist are curling, and I see that the blood is not pulled by a man and a dog on his hind legs, and he is dragged all the way down.

At this time, the clothes on his body were already in tatters, and the whole person was gray, where was the arrogant posture just now?

He had resisted in the process, but the two guys who were pulling at his hind legs were so hateful and immoral that every time he was proud that he supported the ground with his two arms, and then jumped up, the two guys pulled his legs upward, and then slammed them downward, so that before he could jump, he fell down again.

That handsome face, I don't know how many boulders he smashed, he was about to fall apart.

"Bastard, who the hell are you?"

The blood-sucking Blue Bat Clan's descendant, Xuewu, finally felt that the two guys slowed down and was about to stop, and finally couldn't help but roar angrily, and turned his head to watch, wanting to see what the two guys who were plotting against him looked like.

But it doesn't matter if you look at it, I saw a big dog grinning with a big mouth, and a dog paw carrying a huge weapon, that's ...... The guillotine, aimed at his neck, was about to be slashed down.

Xuewu's pupils shrank sharply on the spot, and he was so frightened that his soul was scared.

"Mad Dog, you...... You dare, stop!"

He shouted, but his voice trembled, and he almost fainted.

Whoever suddenly turned around and picked up a big dog with a guillotine knife aimed at his neck, I'm afraid he couldn't be calm.

Grandma's is too lacking in morality, not only does she sneak attack from behind and pull people's hind legs, but she also has to swing a guillotine knife from behind, and even her head has to sneak attack.

Hesitating instinctively, while drinking blood without stopping, he also struggled desperately, shining all over, trying to break free from the restraints.

Bang!

Xue Thirteen, who was pulling his two legs, suddenly kicked a boulder next to him to his head, and the blood smashed was eyeless, and he felt like his skull was about to crack.

"My superb spirit stone, my saint ancient scripture, there is no blood, I have wronged you. ”

Tengu said, a big mouth already grinning at the base of his ears.

Then, without hesitation, he swung his guillotine.

Burst!

And just like that, a big head flew up, and blood sprayed.

"I'm ~!"

This is the voice of the blood-sucking blue bat clan's descendant Xuewu, who is the last of his primordial gods, and it is conceivable that his last psychological shadow area is.

A generation of demon clan Tianjiao, the blood of the younger generation of monks of the human race was frightened, and they were beheaded and killed in a daze!

This is really annoying, the death is not clear, it is estimated that if there is no blood and there is consciousness after death, it will vomit blood in depression.

Even if you die, you might as well give a brighter way to die, and die like this...... It's so bad.

(End of chapter)