Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"what!!!"

The old man let out a scream, his white hair flying around.

Energy restlessness.

A streak of blue veins popped up on his forehead.

A sharp pain in my mind.

The figures suppressed by him seemed to come alive again at this moment, and they continued to explode.

Every time there was an explosion, his body would tremble violently.

The pain from the depths of his soul made him unable to resist.

"Crane... ants..."

The old man cursed.

There was blood spilling from the corners of the mouth.

"Special."

"I'm most annoyed by other people's pretense!"

Zhao Zicheng, who managed to manage it, gritted his teeth and rushed out again.

Artest also roared.

This time Lin Xiaoxiao took Dabai directly and rushed towards the old man.

Three people, three angles.

Kill the old man!

but...

Behind the old man, a scarlet, lizard-like awakened object finally floated out.

As if protecting the lord, he guarded the old man firmly by his side.

Those cold pupils stared at the few people quietly.

"This is Liujue, the real strength..."

"Rules...rules..."

"Do you know what a rule is?"

At this time, the old man had disheveled hair, and blood continued to overflow from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable, but he slowly raised his head and looked at everyone with indifferent eyes.

"Now you guys don't understand at all..."

"What is the difference between the five senses and the six senses..."

"Why do some people stop at five senses all their lives?"

"And why, some people waste their time and cannot enter the seven senses."

"rule..."

"Hehehehe..."

"Five senses, and six senses..."

"It's like a mortal, with a god..."

The old man raised his head slightly, muttering to himself, his face full of madness.

Feeling the majestic power in his body, the old man closed his eyes in enjoyment.

The blood-red lizard behind him jumped out fiercely, with its giant tail sweeping, Dabai barely blocked Lin Xiaoxiao, was attacked by this huge force, flew upside down, and fell heavily to the ground.

The old man turned around, and his arm mutated again.

No, this time it's not just the hands, half of the old man's body is covered with scales.

Sharp nails, sick arms.

He stabbed Zhao Zicheng hard in the chest.

"genius?"

"This old man has killed too many geniuses!"

Artai grabbed Zhao Zicheng's arm violently and threw him flying.

The old man hollowed out his claws, but he was not angry. He just sneered, raised his foot, and kicked Artest.

Artest put his hands in front of him.

But the strength and defense of the mutated old man have reached a certain level of terror.

Accompanied by the clear bone cracking sound, Artest flew upside down and hit Zhao Zicheng in front of him.

"Master...Master, I thought..."

"Thought you were going to hug me and stand in... in front of me."

Zhao Zicheng tried his best to support himself, and got up unsteadily.

Artest still fell to the ground limply.

His eyes were blank.

Obviously, under such circumstances, he was still in the mood to think about what Zhao Zicheng just said.

"I...I drag you, it takes less time..."

"Running in front of you, hugging you, it's too time-consuming..."

"And if he claws, the two of us will become meat skewers..."

Enduring the pain of broken bones, Artest explained.

Zhao Zicheng shook his head with a smile: "You really haven't watched those sadomasochistic dramas..."

"What is an ant, and what is a god?"

Zhao Zicheng tried his best to straighten his body, and stood in front of Lin Xiaoxiao and Artai who fell to the ground.

That not strong body seemed to support a world for them.

So reliable and down to earth.

His eyes are full of unyielding, stubborn...

"I have seen an old woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken, enjoying her old age in peace."

"I have also seen the so-called cult gods, unwilling to fall."

"Why do some people always call themselves gods?"

"You look like a dog..."

"An old dog..."

Zhao Zicheng sneered and coughed twice: "There are very few gods in this world, but ants...are endlessly alive."

"Who said ants can't kill gods?"

Every time Zhao Zicheng said a word, he took a step forward.

The momentum is constantly climbing.

until a certain apex is reached.

Looking at the old man who also looked embarrassed on the opposite side, Zhao Zicheng's smile was full of sarcasm: "Today, I will show you the god-killing ants..."

"Great summoning technique!"

Zhao Zicheng took a deep breath, his eyes widened: "Father!"

quiet air...

The old man who was just about to start was a little dazed and looked at him puzzled.

A cold wind blew through the broken window.

Zhao Zicheng shivered violently.

That unyielding and fearless look suddenly disappeared, and a stiff, ingratiating smile was barely outlined on the corner of his mouth: "I'm counting the time, my boss should be here..."

"I miscalculated the time..."

"Cough cough..."

"We are all the second generation, if you kill us, there will be trouble... Fuck!"

The old man raised his foot without hesitation, and kicked Zhao Zicheng's chest.

It's just that he finally withdrew a little bit of strength.

It's not that they dare not kill people.

Rather...

This kid's awakening is weird, hitting him hurts me too.

To be on the safe side, kill last.

The most urgent task is to solve the biggest threat.

Mu Yu!

This person's ability is really too perverted.

Hard to guard against.

If he was allowed to continue, the old man could not guarantee whether he would still be alive.

At this time, Mu Yu's writing has just outlined less than a third of it.

The body wobbled.

He didn't have the energy to raise his head to look at the old man, and all his eyes were on his tombstone.

Looking at Zhao Zicheng who was lying beside him, screaming, Sun Wen sneered.

"Shabi, go out and pretend to be aggressive without checking the time."

While speaking, Sun Wen glanced at his watch, took a deep breath, and stepped out.