Prince Sanla, whose mouth was still spilling blood, finally understood what was going on.

But he still pretended to be innocent and said, "I, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his foot again and kicked it.

"Boom!"

This time it was even more ruthless than Fang Cai, the same people, the same position, the same miserable.

However, this time it seemed to make Prince Sangla resist, and he took out a milky vial from his pocket, hurriedly unscrewed the cap, and poured the liquid from the vial into his mouth.

"Woohoo!"

A series of white mist diffused from his body, and in an instant, he repaired the injuries on his body.

Li Qingquan and Long Xuhu glanced at each other and said in unison: "Life Source Liquid!"

"My lord, do you want to help a group of Lord Yang Jian!" At this time, Jia Yu poked his head out from behind the two of them, looked at Prince Sangla, who had fully recovered, and said to Yin Xi.

Yin Xi shook his head slightly, and said: "No need, without that saint-level mecha, this little bat is also a quasi-saint, plus it has just recovered from its injuries, at best, it can only exert half of its strength." Yang Jian is enough to handle it!"

"You damn native! Then Li Qingming beat me, and I will endure it, and you, a quasi-saint, even punched and kicked me! Is it unbearable!" Prince Sangla was furious, no one had ever beaten him so boldly, and what was even more excessive was that the native in front of him was obviously worse than his own cultivation.

"Old Sangla, tell me whose pair of eyes it is. I can still let you go!Don't regret it!" Yang Jian's eyes flashed with cold light, and his words were cold.

"I'll kill you!" Sang La snorted coldly, pulled out his cane, and a small purple dragon shot out, three feet long, and flew and roared and pounced on Yang Jian.

"Boom!"

Yang Jian stood steadily, and casually summoned the Ruyi golden hoop stick to meet him.

The purple little dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, and was scattered by Yang Jian's stick, turning into a fine light and dissipating in the air.

"What precise control!" Yin Xi on the side was surprised, and the long dragon in the late stage of the quasi-saint let Yang Jian break it up with a stick. Deceptively simple. In fact, it was Yang Jian who converted a trace of the power of the law of space into the realm of gravity, which made him seem so relaxed and casual.

Ordinary people can't use this kind of trick at all.

"Sanla old bat. You brought it on yourself. Don't blame me for being ruthless!" Yang Jian's eyes were as bright as lightning. The iron rod in his hand danced like the wind, and seemed to be full of liliang feeling, and hit Sangla.

The Ruyi golden hoop rod exudes a dazzling golden light. The golden light turned into thousands of sword qi, surging vertically and horizontally, revealing its edge.

Sangla was shocked, and her cane was lightly raised, instantly turning into a ribbon, shaking at the ushered sword light, and finally dissolving these sword lights.

However, the sword light was gone, but his cane, which had been turned into a ribbon, had also become full of holes and ruined shape. The cane is connected to Prince Sanla's source bat, so it also hurts his vitality.

"Hmph! I'll see how you recover this time. Yang Jian snorted coldly and chased after him. The big iron rod in his hand seemed to be conscious, turned into a big foot of about three feet, and kicked it.

"Bang!"

Yang Jian's words fell, and the golden feet had already kicked Sangla away again.

Sanla, who was kicked for the third time, had all her body falling apart, and her hands and feet were all strangely reversed and completely broken. He had completely lost the ability to resist.

Yang Jian took back the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, took a few steps forward, stepped on him with one foot, and said, "Old bat, my master treats you as an ant, and I can do the same!"

"Ah......h

"Your Royal Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Alyssa's faces were all earthy, and they didn't have any spirit.

"Hmph, or not?" Yang Jian glanced fiercely at the crooked Alyssa and looked at Prince Sangla again.

Looking at the undisguised murderous intent in Yang Jian's eyes, his whole body was paralyzed, and Prince Sangla, who had no trace of Yuan Force, had reason to believe that as long as he didn't confide a word, he would definitely die a miserable death in the next second.

"The master is perverted, and the apprentice is even more perverted!" Prince Sangla, who was about to cry in his heart, coughed heavily and said, "The owner of the pair of eyes outside is the creator of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, and he is also the first person in the entire Zhongtian Shijie, the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor!"

"What!"

Everyone, including Yin Xi and Xuantian, all chanted in unison.

"How is it possible?" Li Qingquan exclaimed: "We have walked through so many Zhongtian Shijie, and almost every Zhongtian Shijie Creator has fallen, how can this Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor still be alive?"

"Hmph, that's because you're lonely and unheard!" Sangla sneered and said, "The Masters of the Creation Realm of Zhongtian Shijie either went mad and died when they broke through the realm, or they were beheaded under the axe when Pangu opened up Daqian Shijie, and some died in the Battle of Wanling Pass for countless years. And this Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor is precisely the only one who has broken through to the half-step Heavenly Dao over the years! You are finished, you are about to finish! hahahaha......"

"Shall I you!" Ryuwhisker slapped Sanla's face in annoyance, while encouraging Zhenyuan to seal his Source Bat inside him and prevent him from having a chance to escape.

"Tell you to chirp!" "Dragonbeard Clapped his palms and muttered in a low voice.

"It's bad, what can I do about this?" Xuantian's face was cloudy, and after a while, he said to Yin Xi: "Fellow Daoist, this Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor is menacing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape this catastrophe this time!"

Yin Xi stroked his long beard and muttered, "If his true body comes, we will naturally avoid it." But what if it's just a doppelganger?"

"By the way, why did this Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor come here for no reason?" Suddenly, Shakyamuni thought of a key question: "This is Raymond Technology, the distance between it and the realm of ten thousand demons is not just one or two light years!"

The people who were taken by this terrifying momentum also came back to their senses at this moment, and said in their hearts: "Yes! He has nothing to eat and is so full that he has to run here? There must be a demon when something goes wrong!"

The dragon bearded tiger squatted down again, rewarded Prince Sangla with a pot of stickers, and said, "Let's talk about it, he will come here." ”

Sangla, who couldn't die and couldn't escape, could only choose to compromise helplessly.

......

Outside, on an asteroid dozens of miles away.

Ricky stared at the starry sky with some fear for a long time, sighed, and said, "It's him, he's coming!"

Li Qingming frowned and said, "Who?"

Ricky looked solemn and said, "The realm master of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm is also the one who created the realm, the Ten Thousand Demons Ancestor!" (To be continued......