Chapter 389 The word "magic"

(The second update today, and the second update tomorrow. Xing Tian didn't dare to brazenly say that it would break out, but he worked a little harder and asked for some collection, red tickets, and subscriptions.)

This speech, with a sound, suppressed all the demon saints present.

Then the Holy One was destroyed, and the Eighteen Demon Lords were furious and completely angry, and a boundless anger burned wildly from the chest.

"How can this be? I'm so angry. I smash the role of the demon master in the demon world. Now it is said to be shabby, and I'm going to smash him into ten thousand pieces.

The phantom demon master knew Mo Zhilan's power. He looked at the smashing demon's active hand, shouted, and attacked together with the other seventeen demon lords.

As for the broken saint, he stands calmly. Although the strength of the Eighteen Demon Lords is much lower than before, once they join hands, the power is endless. He can't resist it now.

So he doesn't think these people can survive from the joint attack of the Eighteen Demon Lords.

"It's a pity that if these people are willing to judge themselves, their souls will be sacrificed to the king of war. This weak force can directly enter the demon world, if the war king feels it. Maybe he will tear the law of the demon world with great magic power and bring the killer and us back to the demon world for resurrection. If there is no rescue in 10 million years, it may not take that long.

The broken saint took a deep look at the depths of the world, the place with the strongest magic. Before long, their divine consciousness will be wiped out and completely become evil spirits and puppets in this ancient battlefield.

"Huh? Someone came in again, the giant of the cave.

"The Eighteen Demon Lords killed them, and I went to greet the new guests."

The broken saint appeared from the shadow of the bone mountain. This saint is about two feet tall, almost three feet. His lower body was covered with a piece of animal skin, and his upper body was densely full of tattoos. Between the flying, he could see the stretched muscles on his body.

"Don't worry about the saint. I will play with that little beauty, let him taste all the pain in the world, and then kill her."

**... While the demon master spoke, a pair of eyes never left a hundred miles of snow. Suddenly, his big hand, which looked like a dead branch, grabbed it fiercely, and the strong magic in the world condensed into a palm to catch a hundred miles of snow.

This man is indeed a devil in lust. At this time, the eighteen demon lords are besieging Mo Zhilan and Wang Zhong. A person who creates things in Baili Piaoxue District is not ordinaryly weak. Even if they stand still and let Baili Piaoxue attack, they will not hurt them at all.

"Get out!"

Mo Zhilan's way of the emperor is the nemesis of all evil spirits, and these demon lords are also giants of the ordinary world. He may still be afraid of the eighteen giants who have cultivated his own world. But these demon lords became semi-evil spirits and were greatly restrained by the emperor's way. Mo Zhilan was skillful in their siege and observed the surrounding situation in real time. Seeing that the magic condensed palm was about to catch a hundred miles of snow, he shouted fiercely, and the extremely huge masculine force exploded.

It seems that the golden ripples spread out, and the palm of the hand instantly turned into nothingness. In addition, there are also Yin soldiers sacrificed from the Yinluo bag by the Yin soldiers. These Yin soldiers are millions, roaring in groups, like a dark river.

But he was cheered up by Mo Zhilan, and the formation collapsed in an instant. The halberd fell obliquely, and the condensed will to kill was completely shattered.

You should know that these Yin soldiers were sacrificed by the demon lord of the Yin soldiers. There are many giants in it, and even the giants of the realm of heaven and the realm of the king. The worst ones are the seven-fold magic power, the Yin soldiers of Jindanjing.

"What kind of monster is this! My Yin soldiers Tianhe array, millions of Yin soldiers rush to kill, can kill the giants of any world in seconds. But as soon as the man drank, he was broken.

"The realm of creation is so strong. He wants to become a virtual immortal, and the real immortal is not bad. Even the great war king can't kill him.

"That's not necessarily true. This person cultivates the emperor's way. The emperor is extremely domineering and specially restrains us who are not ghosts or demons. Legend has it that during the Demon Slaughter War, the fairyland Ziwei Xianzun descended a reincarnated split and became the Big Dipper Emperor. This man then practiced the way of emperor who was full of heaven and earth. He was purple and noble. Even the king of terror suffered losses under his hands.

"Yes, this is restraint. The emperor's way is to dominate Daqian. We must unite to kill him.

This demon lord reached a consensus in an instant to gather the strongest power to kill Mo Zhilan.

"You eighteen demon lords want to unite to deal with me, but there is no door. Let your hopes be dashed now."

Mo Zhilan has a sense of threat in his heart. He knows that these demons are united to perform peerless magic skills to kill him. But how can he give these demons a chance, let alone put himself in danger.

"The way of the emperor, the king's fist!"

Seeing that the eighteen demon lords are about to unite, each demon lord rises with a strong black light, which shines with evil, desire, death and pain. The sky is like a big black sun, slowly falling. In this round... In the middle of the day, an extremely huge word "magic" is brewing.

This magic word is the essence of the life of the eighteen demon masters. Their lifelong experience of cultivation and the experience of practicing demons are all contained in it.

But at this time, two rays of light rose behind Mo Zhilan. A red light is the incarnation of Emperor Yan, and the other is the incarnation of Emperor Qing. These two incarnations are the body sacrifices of ancient emperors, which contain a strong imperial spirit and emperor's majesty.

Although this breath is not broad, it is extremely fierce, as if two sharp swords pierced into a round of black sun in the sky. That round... The big day immediately showed a posture of disintegration, as if it was bursting at any time.

Mo Zhilan has always taken advantage of his illness to kill him. At this time, he did not give the eighteen demon lords a chance to breathe at all. He jumped up and played six moves of the emperor's king, and the other two incarnations also played the same moves.

With this attack, the whole sky was boiling.

The emperor's spirit is surging, circulating and raging. The whole world seems to be illuminated by a peerless divine light. All the squeaky sound of black gas disappeared in space, and many yin spirits, derived from this world, have existed for hundreds of billions of years. Many people with good cultivation can wail one after another at this moment, and painful howls spread all over the world.

A magic word condensed by the eighteen demon masters did not dissipate, struggling in the golden light.

"This magic word contains the essence of the magic path, which contains the power of the holy law of the demon world. I just absorbed the way of enriching my emperor.

The way of the emperor is domination, domination, and slavery.

We need both kindness and power, benevolence and martial arts, extensive benevolence, establish faith, and fall in love with all sentient beings. But there must also be iron-blooded means and fierce means to destroy all those who dare to covet him.

These magic words are the essence of iron-blooded rule. Mo Zhilan grabbed his palm and integrated him into his body. Then he used the imperial spirit to wear out.

"Escape quickly, escape quickly, this humanitarian action is profound, condensed incarnation, and his blessings are continuous and long. Only when the Destroyer takes action can he be killed.

"I'm so angry. Humans, wait for you. I will not forgive you."

The Eighteen Demon Lords were beaten and scattered and fled to the depths of the world one after another. In particular, the Yin soldier demon master lost the most. His million Yin soldiers were evaporated by 500,000 yuan by the emperor's extreme gas just now. He lost half of it, and his heart was bleeding.

"It's ridiculous. I still want the Destroyer to kill me. He went to trouble with the Shadow Fort killer. It's a question of whether he can survive or not.

When Mo Zhilan heard that the Destroyed Saint said that there were guests coming again, he knew that the killer of the Shadow Castle had also been chased to this ancient battlefield. He is now proudly standing in the void. Because the world was swept away by him with the emperor's extreme air just now, the emperor's eyes swept away and saw all kinds of scenes at this moment.

In the depths of this world, in the direction of the escape of the eighteen demons, a peerless ancient demon sits there.

This ancient magic knife immediately sat in the space, with a domineering spirit in his body, and a terrible murderous atmosphere and a deep fierce spirit.

He is like the core of the world, the master of the world, sitting there to shock people's hearts.

Let people look at it, and even the soul will be sucked into it, and they can't extricate themselves.