I, Demon Lord, Sign In For A Hundred Years Of Clearance

chapter 2

Chapter two

The blood-red arrogance swept out of Wang Yuan’s body, and his unparalleled power instantly vented to the surroundings.

The irritable power completely envelops him, and there is no trace of his body at all.

this moment.

He has become a Devil who walked out of The Underworld.

Rumble!

This terrible force crushed the earth to pieces, and everything under its feet became nothingness.

“Who is he? How could he be so powerful?” The heavenly elephant taught the Saint Son’s soul trembling. He felt the insurmountable breath of the gap between the enemy and us, his hands and feet were cold, and his body couldn’t move without letting it go.

“Not good!” Wang Zunyang, the sage son of Ling Xiao, was shocked, using a secret method to forcefully use the magical power that Head Teacher sealed on his forehead, intending to run away directly.

The illusory body gradually merged into the void, which turned out to be a god-tier connection.

You know, this space together can be said to be one of the most mysterious laws in the world.

Once used, almost no one can break it.

“Want to run? Can you run?” Wang Yuan sneered, reaching out his hand, and his right hand went directly into the void, instantly grabbing Wang Zunyang out like a little chicken.

Upon seeing this, the eight major sects passed on the saint son personally, and they were all going crazy.

f*ck!

Step into the void casually.

How can we meet such a master-class boss?

How back is this point? We actually encountered one of the living fossils of the Demon Cult. Shouldn’t they all be in the central battlefield!

Plop!

“My lord, calm down, as long as you are willing to let me go, I will give you everything I have, even if you become your servant!” Kunlun Sword Sage Saint Li Wuxin directly kneeled down and begged for mercy, completely devoid of his original vigorous appearance.

It is true that the aura that Wang Yuan revealed at this moment is too strong, so strong that the arrogant son of the Eight Martial Arts Sect has become a kind of loss of soul and trembling appearance.

“Live? Joke, all die for me.” Wang Yuan felt like a mirror in his heart.

After crossing over by himself, he was chased by Martial Forest’s righteous path at the beginning. If it weren’t for Mu Bairuan’s rescue, TM would have fallen into a box.

That being the case, what about being a villain yourself?

Why did villain die? Too many words to die!

I am a member of the demon sect, so why do I force these decent decents? Anyway, they won’t let themselves go, they’re done!

Wang Yuan’s body is just an ordinary person, and he doesn’t know anything about Cultivation Technique Martial Skill, but a simple punch is enough to describe the destruction of the world.

Rumble!

The complete physical strength, coupled with the blessing of this blood red flame, directly opened up a barren pit from the forest, in which all vitality was wiped out.

The withered deep pit was filled with anxious arrogance, and the birthplace of the eighth martial arts sect in it, without even leaving any bones, instantly turned to ashes.

“There are still twenty seconds. I don’t know how to heal the wounds, and I can’t wake her up directly, but as long as I end the fight with my own hands, someone will start to rescue the wounded. Then, I will clean everything. Right.” Wang Yuan looked at Mu Bairuan who had passed out, waved to send him back to the Demon Cult, and then set foot on the main battlefield within less than twenty seconds of the power of the Demon Lord.

The main battlefield of the Demon Sect and the Eight Martial Arts is in a Grand Canyon.

There are no extra furnishings here, just endless mountains and rocks, and endless cliffs.

The dead are destined to have no bones.

“Today, the demon cult is gone.” Standing on the top of the cloud, the leader of the celestial elephant cult, watching a group of master demon cultists in the distance, said indifferently.

Just a few words, very casual and disdainful.

In his eyes, even the sun-moon demon cult with the demon flames overwhelmingly could not withstand the all-powerful crusade of the Eight Great Sects.

“Don’t talk too full, my Sun Moon Demon Cult can be safe and sound after tens of thousands of years. The background is not what you can imagine, even if you are the geniuses who have overwhelmed an era.

In my Sun Moon Demon Cult, Tianjiao has never been bad, and there are countless Tianjiao who have grown up. Therefore, this battle is bound to win with my Sun Moon Demon Cult. “The demon leader, Lu Fengxian, was calm and did not show the slightest fear.

In fact, this is all her superficial work. Since there is no Closed Door Training of the Heavenly Demon ancestor for a hundred years, there is no figure in the Demon Cult that can overwhelm the world.

This also led to an unbalanced situation with multiple strengths, and the eight main sects joined together and began to join the general altar of the magic sect together.

“How is the outcome? You will know after the comparison. Let’s do it.” Kunlun Sword School Head Teacher Wang Wuya held the Dingtian Divine Sword, his face was covered with scars, as if he had been cut by a sharp blade.

“Brother Wang is extremely saying that the Demon Cult can’t be done by foreign powers, so we can get rid of it as soon as possible, and the world will be peaceful!” Wuding Shenzong Head Teacher Wuquan nodded leisurely, and was ready to fight.

The smell of gunpowder is strong.

The Demon Cult party dispatched a total of thirteen master-level powerhouses, while the Eight Martial Arts side touched a total of 18 master-level powerhouses.

The strongest among them is undoubtedly Lu Fengxian, but two fists are hard to beat with four hands. The balance of victory in this battle is still on the side of the Eight Martial Arts.

“Sword Soul!” Wang Wuya didn’t compare much, and Jian Feng pointed directly at Lu Fengxian.

A small three-foot green front, but showing a majestic aura like a mountain.

Rumble!

Lu Fengxian hid, but this attack split a ten thousand-foot mountain behind him in half.

“Horrible… This guy has too good kendo skills. I played against him, at most three or seven. I am three and seven.” Li Lanying, the Sect Leader of the Sect of Two Extremes, trembled in her heart.

“Hidden? Lu Fengxian, isn’t this like you? Do you dare to fight with me for eight hundred rounds?” Wang Wuya shook his head, as if provoking.

“You are not worthy yet, come, let me, Lu Fengxian, come and try your so-called decent group of decent people, how strong they are.” Lu Fengxian smiled slightly, a pair of magic pupils glowing with dark purple light, and instantly shot, Wushuang war halberd Waving among her lush jade hands, the magic is overwhelming.

“Hands!” The Master of the Celestial Elephant slammed out with a punch, and attacked the past according to a demon cult living fossil level lord.

When the other masters saw this, they took out their unique skills at the bottom of the box and began a desperate duel.

Among them, Lu Fengxian’s performance is the most dazzling. She alone has stopped four powerful masters including Wang Wuya, but this is also a move that cannot be done.

Demon cult strongmen are always passive under strong pressure, but they will not decide the outcome in the first half of the meeting.

The key to this battle is Lu Fengxian. If she can defeat the four master-class powerhouses with her own hands, then all difficulties will no longer be difficult.

But this possibility is almost zero.

The devil’s blood stained the sky and the sky, and she was still struggling to support it.

All this fell into the eyes of the other masters of the Demon Cult, and it was extremely bleak and lonely.

“Is the Sun and Moon Demon Cult going to perish? Ancestor Wutian, please go out!” A demon master began to cry out sadly.

“The sword soul transforms into a god, a sword separates the world!” Wang Wuya integrated all his essence and spirit into the sword body, and the sword was cut down, which could split the sky.

This strike struck Lü Fengxian’s head impressively.

“True magic body, Ten Thousand Demon Dynasty Sect!” Lu Fengxian yelled, and dense red marks appeared on his skin. The halberd roared with magical energy, and the entire cliff was trembling.

Bang!

She blocked a sword for a lifetime, but the other three master-class powerhouses immediately shot, and instantly severely wounded him, bleeding on the cliff.

“Lv Fengxian, you are really strong.” Wang Wuya smiled bitterly with blood on the corner of his mouth.

“So what, we won, take him the first level!” a noble master eyes reveal fierce light, shouted.

With that said, he was about to take the head of Lu Fengxian with a long knife in his hand.

But at this moment, an unexpected accident happened.

“Just TM are you doing things?” Wang Yuan, who was wrapped in Xeon Blood Qi, stepped out of the sky, scanning the eight masters of the Eight Martial Arts with his eyes, the tone of his tone was impatient.