Most of the monks who can see the battle here are extraordinary, and their eyesight is also good.

After a brief cheer, they gradually realized that something was wrong. Na Meng Yufeng's face was strange, with doubts, and he reached out to grab the iron rod on his shoulder, and there was not much pain.

On the contrary, it was Meng Hancang, his face, under the support of the oily black and shiny beard on his face, was so white that it was almost transparent. Those who have observed more carefully have already seen that his body is trembling slightly, as if he is about to fall down at any time, and he is actually relying on the iron rod on Meng Yufeng's shoulder, barely standing firm.

The sight was so strange that the face of the person who was hit was calm, while the person who shot it looked like he was seriously injured.

"According to the legend of our ancestors, the physique cultivation of the human race once caused us a lot of trouble, why are you so weak?" Meng Yufeng looked at Meng Han's pale face seriously and asked softly.

Meng Hancang's face was dazed, his breath was very weak, and he had already entered the dying moment. Yes, Fang Cai's stick bombarded Meng Yufeng's body, and it only felt as if it was bombarded on the ten thousand years of fine iron. Not only did it not cause Meng Yufeng to receive the slightest injury, but it broke his arms and affected his chest and abdomen.

And this kind of powerless and desperate result also made the breath that had always supported Meng Hancang unwillingly, and he no longer had any strength to make a move.

"Why are you so weak?" Meng Yufeng was a little crazy, he shook Meng Hancang's body desperately, and screamed loudly. Meng Hancang's body made a clicking sound, his bones were broken inch by inch, and the blood from the wound was gushing like a spring, and he was already dead when Meng Yufeng shook it for the third time.

But his eyes were still open, and his hands were still gripping the long stick, as if he was ready to fight.

A sense of desolation hung over the hearts of all the monks, they were angry, they were sad, they were unwilling, but they were helpless. Although the Buxu Cultivator was at the same level as the Demon King Realm according to the simple cultivation level calculation, he could not really fight with him head-on after all.

"Waste, it's all boring waste, it's in vain that my demon clan has spent so much effort to come to this ghost place!" Meng Yufeng used his strength in his hand, and forcibly tore off one of Meng Hancang's arms, put it in his mouth and chewed it, the creaking sound made people's teeth ache, and blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, like a devil.

In the eyes of the Terran monks, these people of the Demon Race are invaders, and their cultivation is terrifying, cruel and murderous, and terrifying. But before these people of the demon clan entered here, their hearts were not the same?

This is just a temptation of the demon clan, and the monk sent over is not a very important person. They are also worried that they will fail, and they are also worried that after tens of thousands of years of recuperation, the strength of the human race will be greatly improved. These demon clans who entered here today are pioneers and warriors. To put it bluntly, it is a cannon fodder-like character.

Meng Yufeng reported that his family was a monk of the Demon Clan's Jimeng Division, but he knew very well in his heart that he was just a member of an inconspicuous small tribe under the Jimeng Division. He remembered the grief-stricken cries of his parents and relatives when he left his hometown, and thought of his wife's determined eyes.

He was furious, he was crazy, and he tore the abominable Terran monk in front of him to shreds and ate it bite by bite. He didn't understand why the demon clan had to go to such great lengths to send them for the sake of such a vulnerable race. He didn't understand why his comfortable life had been disrupted in such an inexplicable way.

He hated, hated the high-level demon clan who dominated all this. But he knew in his heart how terrible those horrible creatures were. So he could only vent his resentment on these vulnerable poor creatures in front of him.

"Brute, I'll fight with you!" four or five monks in the big ship roared with iron faces, rushing out desperately, and struck the strongest blow at Meng Yufeng.

"Let's go together, kill them all, and abide by the so-called rules, will the demon clan be merciful when they come in the future? Only when they are afraid of killing them, they will know that they are afraid!" Seeing that someone made a move, the remaining monks on the big ship also fell into madness, and rushed out desperately.

The relatively rational Terran monk in the distance changed his face drastically, and exclaimed: "It's over, there are still so many demon clans in the sky, with that unreliable rule limit, after all, they can still control the development of the situation." But didn't we take the initiative to attack them in groups, just to give the opponent a reason to make a move?"

"It's messed up, it's completely messed up. The demon clan just issued a challenge, even if someone was unwilling to be humiliated and made a move, after all, only a few people were injured and died, such a random attack inspired the ferocity of those demon clans, I don't know how many innocent lives are going to suffer!" They still had respect for the monks who fought against the demon clan, but in a moment they hated these people to the core.

There is a saying that standing and talking does not hurt your back, although seeing the demon monks killing the human monks, many monks have a feeling of sadness for the death of rabbits and foxes. Although they saw the demon monks using the bodies of the human monks as food, many of the monks were weak and vomited violently, even vomiting bitter gall.

However, many people still have a fluke mentality, hoping that the demon clan will abide by the rules and not act indiscriminately. There are hundreds of millions of Terran monks, and the demon clan has to challenge them one by one, and I don't know what year and month it will be the turn of those monks who are watching the battle at this moment.

It's none of my business, of course, it's impassioned. But at this moment, those monks on the ship of Tianji Palace were the first to break the rules, they saw the fierce light in the eyes of the demon monks in the sky, and they felt that their lives were threatened, and the style of painting changed.

There are old monks who sigh that they have gone through countless years, and they have too many disappointments about human nature. At this moment, seeing such a critical moment, the human monks are still accusing each other of selfishness, and they can't help but feel desolate in their hearts, and they can't help but dig a pit and lie in it immediately, and continue to look at the ugly faces of these people, so as not to see this dirty world again.

The group of demon clans in the sky didn't need to move, although their eyes showed a fierce light, they were still playful, looking at the sea below with vigor and vigor, colorful glow flying, countless magic weapons emitted dazzling light, and smashed towards Meng Yufeng's body.

Meng Yufeng was holding Meng Hancang's corpse in one hand, half of the corpse had already been eaten by him, the muscles on his face trembled, he looked crazy, but he seemed to enjoy it very much. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he faintly looked at the figure of hundreds of monks rushing towards him.

"No matter how much waste there is, it's still waste. Since you are unwilling, then I will let you see the true strength of the demon king of the demon clan, and I will let you cry and die in despair. My ancestors once said that such a Terran monk tastes the most delicious!" Meng Yufeng roared.

He just used one hand to weave through the crowd, screams and collisions resounding in a chaotic cloud of light. In the distance, everyone only saw Meng Yufeng's tall and sturdy figure shuttling in and out of the crowd, and occasionally saw the stump and broken arm falling from the sky and falling into the endless sea of raging waves.

"Is he actually ready to fight against hundreds of people with the strength of one person? The demon king of the demon clan is so strong, what hope does the human race have at all?" someone cried, such a sight made the door feel no hope of victory.

"He's wounded, he's hurt!" the cheers suddenly rang out, and the eyes of many monks flashed with joy, and some monks looked at it, only to see that the clothes on Meng Yufeng's shoulders were torn, and there was a wound four or five inches long on his thick arm.

"Hundreds of people besieged, and they were all monks who had cultivated in vain, and after such a long battle, more than a dozen people were injured and died. What is there to be happy about leaving such a mark on him?" someone roared, and when a basin of cold water was poured on the head, the cheering crowd stopped as if someone had suddenly choked their necks, and their faces were ugly.

"You all have to die. I will exchange your death for the despair of the entire human race!" Meng Yufeng roared, and the imprisoning power appeared again, his body flashed, and he slapped his palms one after another, and in the blink of an eye, five monks were slapped by him into a blood mist.

Fortunately, his power of imprisonment is also limited, and he can do it for a period of time if he imprisons three or five monks. But imprisoning such a monk can only do it in the blink of an eye. Soon, the monks were free, and by this moment they were red-eyed, almost losing their minds, and there was still the slightest sense of fear.

"Kill!"

"Kill!" shouted and killed, and someone burst the magic weapon of Zhen Ruo's life, raising a light all over the sky. Someone pounced on it fittingly, just to restrain one of Meng Yufeng's hands or feet, so that the companions behind him would have a chance to attack.

Meng Yufeng was injured, this time he had been injured for many years, and under his desperate efforts, these Terran monks exerted their combat power beyond the usual. However, the defense ability of the demon clan's body was too terrifying, and the bewitching blood filled Meng Yufeng's chest, which looked very terrifying, but everyone who was fighting with him could see that these were just skin injuries, not serious injuries at all.

"You guys get out of the way, Lao Tzu is out of the way today!" a monk shouted, and his whole body of Yuan Force was running wildly, exerting an extraordinary terrifying aura.

"Retreat, he's going to expose himself!" shouted the human monk back sharply.

"Lao Xu, don't be impulsive, we still have a chance!" someone was desperately pulled away by the monk next to him, crying loudly. He had a good relationship with the monk surnamed Xu, and when he saw that he was about to expose himself, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Boom!" a huge mushroom cloud rose on the surface of the sea, and the sea water in the endless sea was lifted hundreds of feet high, and the small islands in the sea 10,000 meters away were touched by this energy, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

The self-exposure power of the Void Monk was incomparably terrifying, and the heavens and the earth were all discolored. The sky above the Endless Sea was instantly covered with dark clouds, and countless thunderbolts roared wildly in the clouds.