Chapter 253, Evil Fall, Extraterritorial Seventy-two Pillars of Heavenly Demon God

The red and bright blood, sprayed under the starlight, looks magnificent and fantastic. Cough, cough, cough." Through her slender white hair and thin jade-like fingers, although she couldn't see Han Minger's face clearly, Zhu Peng could still see the weight of her injury from the woman's laborious shaking.

"Are you still holding on and won't fall down? You should know that with the weight of your current injury, it is impossible to fight against me. In terms of combat talent, in terms of mentality and experience, in terms of rich spells, compared with the accumulation of practice, there is nothing, you are comparable to me. He spoke gently, slowly pressed, and secretly took a pill to recover his breath. Before the enemy really fell down, Zhu Peng never had the habit of being leisurely and complacent.

"If you submit or die, I will give you a chance to choose. If you are really knocked down by me, I promise that you just want to submit and have no time to say it." With a wave of his hand, the iron sand flew out and hit Han Minger, who was shaky, and staggered. Her clothes were broken, revealing not only snow-like skin, but also red blood.

Persistence, shaking, persistence. Finally, the contemporary family member of the Linghu Han family slowly knelt down in front of Zhu Peng. His weak body could no longer support the weight of self-esteem. His slender and textured white hair spread down, as if he felt the owner's shame and difficulty, and thoughtfully covered Han Minger's cheeks.

Fee feeling the gradual dissipation of the true vitality of the woman's body, Zhu Peng only thought that her mind was broken and the qi veins were lost, but he was able to catch Han Minger, especially captured alive. The benefits and value, reputation and glory were far more than a bloody fox head.

It's just that I just came forward and haven't really approached. A strange pressure suddenly appeared in Zhu Peng's consciousness. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Obviously, there was no sound in his ears, but the strange rhythm entered Zhu Peng's sea of knowledge with the inexplicable pressure. The ten puppets suddenly moved Zhu Peng's thoughts and looked around, but even under the influence of the purple soul, Zhu Peng could not find out where the strange pressure came from?

"Can't find it? Then I can only guess." The corners of his mouth moved, and he spoke softly. Although the unknown is horrible, Zhu Peng has never been defeated by his fear. He choked and gave up his spirit out of the sheath. When Zhu Peng opened and closed his arms, he suddenly stabbed him with a sword and went straight to the Baihui point on the top of Han Minger's head. From the perspective between him and her, only this key point was the most suitable.

Wow...

It's like the sound of water. Although it's only faint, it's like the sound of sea waves a few kilometers away, savoring it carefully and boundless

"Is that blood ringing?" An idea flashed in Zhu Peng's mind, but the sword in his hand did not pause at all.

It's just that this sword did not really pierce into the flesh after all, just because the white-haired woman suddenly looked up. Although she did not do it, a faint but tough and strong real vitality mask stood up, stiffly against Zhu Peng's spiritual sword. Although it was twisted and broken by the thorn, it still really blocked Zhu. Peng Yijian.

Bum, bang, bang, bang...

It was like a drum beat, and the sound of implicit rhythm sounded again. This time, Zhu Peng understood that this was the heart beating. The strange pressure just now was the woman in front of him, who produced a deterrent from the depths of his blood.

"I, under the supreme first heaven demon, the seventy-two pillar heaven demon god outside the universe, under the command of the first phoenix king of the left wing, the middle ninth pillar demon god, the nine-tailed sky fox, evil fall to the world. You should worship it with flesh and blood, meditate on my name, and pray for my favor.

A very bold evil surrender, a very domineering declaration, but what can be greeted is Zhu Peng's left sky waterfall, right sacrifice god, a crazy attack like a storm, "Sun, your own sister? It's still more than three years away. Why are you evil now? The plot can't collapse to this point.

The roaring fierce sword spirit is directly washed on the Zhenyuan mask of the newborn body of 'Han Minger', although this Zhenyuan mask is very solid, and the composition and arrangement of Zhenyuan are more than ten times higher than the ordinary nine layers of gas refining. But matter is matter. Liu Xiang's soul is thrown into the body of a patient with paralyzed lower limbs. Do you think he can still step out of Asia and rush to the world?

In Zhu Peng's frenzy attack, the light red protective Zhenyuan mask changed, twisted, broken, and finally nothing. The remnants of the sword shadow of the two swords instantly stabbed on the body of 'Han Minger', with blood and water, wound wounds, just like peach blossoms.

Under the control of the self-proclaimed ninth pillar demon god and the nine-tailed sky fox, in a short time, Han Minger's body was actually strengthened several times. At this time, the spiritual double sword stabbed by Zhu Peng's full strength was only injured but not disabled, N multiple wounds, not deep.

Then, in Zhu Peng's sight, Han Minger's body, which had been supporting his arm to defend, gradually became blurred. This was not an ordinary eye. Even if he was a hundred years old and had purple eyes, he simply did not have a blind eye.

"I'm moving. Do you want to speed up the control rate of this body?" Yes, although it doesn't seem to move, in fact, Han Minger's whole body is shaking and bursting. It's just because it's too urgent and too fast that it gives people a vague and invisible feeling. It's like when a tight string vibrates, it will give people a sense of ambiguity.

With her seemingly subtle but actually more violent movement than any running and fighting, Han Minger's originally pale face was gradually covered by the red blood color, which was the rise of qi and blood and the state of adjustment.

But at this time, Zhu Peng had already stabbed nearly a hundred subtle wounds on her body with a set of two-handed fast swords. Although the wounds were not very large, Zhu Peng's heart, eyes, hands, and the three were fierce and accurate. The places where you stab are all those strength support points, human muscles and so on.

"It's useless. Human beings can't fight with gods. Even monks can't fight with the demon god, not to mention the middle-ranking demon god like me." Shasha, before the end of this indifferent voice, her body was suddenly wrapped in a strange and brilliant purple fire.

Zhu Peng suddenly took his sword and rose back: "Extraterritorial seventy-two pillars of the demon god? The supreme command of the Yuanshitian Demon Lord is also divided into left and right wings. You said that you are the ninth column of the middle position under the command of the phoenix king of your left wing, that is to say, you seventy-two demon gods are divided into left and right wings, the upper, middle and lower three levels, each with a total of twenty-four-pillar demon gods.