My brother is too strong

The voice is dull and has a different tone, which makes people have the urge to worship him, to crawl at his feet and become his believer.

The barrier shook slightly, and Bai Que's voice sounded, "It is indeed you, Rampant God!"

This name made many demon monks burst into an uproar and turn pale.

The monster monks who had seen the power of the rampant gods were frightened.

The rampant god is back, can the demon clan be saved?

"Haha..." His huge eyes were still indifferent, but his voice was filled with pride, "Of course it's me, you want to kill me? It's not that easy."

"This time, no one will come to save you."

"Surrender, as long as you become a part of me, I will spare you demon clan."

Hu Xue in the distance trembled, looking at the huge eyes in the sky, he knelt in mid-air, "Guo, it is indeed a rampant god, what, what should I do..."

The sycamore tree quietly came closer to Lu Shaoqing, "What are you trying to do with all your hard work?"

"He is powerful and can take action directly, so why bother?"

Yu Ling and Yu Meng are also very strange.

Rampant God could obviously take action directly instead of asking Bai Que to surrender here.

If you take action to suppress it, you can also capture Bai Que.

"What are you going to do? Of course, you want to devour the Demon Suppression Tower."

Lu Shaoqing knocked the spirit bean and guessed with a calm face, "I thought about swallowing it before, but I ruined the good thing."

"Now I want to continue to finish the unfinished things."

"Bai Que is not an ordinary weapon spirit. She is no different from a normal person. If she encounters a certain death situation, she will self-destruct."

Lu Shaoqing understands Bai Que. She is dedicated to the demon clan. If possible, she would not mind blowing herself up and dying together with the rampant god.

The eighth-level magical weapon self-destructs, and even those in the Mahayana stage would not dare to look down upon it.

The white magpie will die together, and the rampant god will not be able to catch anything.

"Really, is Rampant God's attribute devouring? Why do everyone I meet like to devour?"

It was the same with Xiao Hei at that time, and it was the same with the Fallen World.

"Could it be that it becomes stronger by devouring it? If so, it's very enviable..."

The sycamore tree is speechless, do you still want this ability in terms of feelings?

He reminded Lu Shaoqing, "So is your sword."

The energy of Mo Junjian made him feel scared.

"Broken sword? It's just a foodie..."

Hu Xue is so anxious that the arrogant gods have come out. Why don't you take action?

Do you still have the mind to nag here? If we don't take action, the demon clan will be destroyed.

"Son..."

Lu Shaoqing glanced at him, "Why are you panicking? Let's watch the show first. I've told you so many times that I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

He must have wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife and take the opportunity to destroy the demon clan. This idea appeared in Hu Xue's mind again.

In the distance, Bai Que responded coldly, "You're dreaming."

"Stubborn!" Rampant's voice was cold, "Let me show you my strength."

After saying that, several black samsara fogs fell from the sky and penetrated into the bodies of Yuanba and Wang Miao like sharp claws.

Their bodies trembled violently, and in front of tens of millions of people, their auras surged rapidly and continued to rise.

In the fearful eyes of many people, Yuanba and Wang Mu entered the Mahayana stage in one fell swoop, and their auras were not much weaker than those of Yuan Xun and Wang Qi.

"This this..."

Hu Xue looked at this scene and was so frightened that he almost peed.

He swallowed hard, what a terrible method.

He easily created two Mahayana periods. Is he really a god?

The three people in Wutong Tree were also shocked.

The methods of rampant gods are far beyond their imagination.

Can the Mahayana period become an assembly line work?

"Young Master..." Hu Xue looked at Lu Shaoqing, her body trembling slightly, "You, you still, aren't you going to take action?"

If you don't take action, hundreds of Mahayana people will scare you to death.

"Why are you panicking?" Lu Shaoqing slowly threw a spirit bean into his mouth, "Watch first..."

The demon monks in the Demon Palace were shaken by the actions of Rampant God, and their fear continued to grow.

Many people sat on the ground, their faces pale and their whole bodies trembling.

Horrible, terrible.

Two Mahayana figures can be cast in an instant. Such a method is unparalleled.

If we take refuge in it, will we be able to enter the Mahayana stage in the future?

Although the monks who retreated to the Demon Palace were determined, at this moment, their hearts began to waver.

The eyes of those demon monks who were eroded became red and became even more fanatical.

They knelt down and shouted long live to the sky.

At this moment, their support for Rampant God reached its peak.

“We are willing to obey God’s will and defeat all enemies in the world for Him!”

"God, this is my God, the God I will serve all my life..."

"Long live the Rampant God!"

"Haha, this is God, why don't you surrender quickly?"

There was silence in the Demon Palace, and an aura of despair filled the air.

Countless monks looked at the big eyes in the sky, their faces pale and their eyes dull.

They can no longer figure out how to win.

Holding on may be meaningless.

After a long time, the big eyes in the sky turned, making everyone feel that the big eyes were staring at them.

"Surrender, you can also enjoy this kind of treatment, and I can make you stronger..."

Although it is a cold and ruthless voice, it gives people an endless temptation.

"I have no intention of destroying the demon clan, I just want to make the demon clan stronger..."

Many demon monks were shaken again.

Rampant God doesn't seem to have much malice.

Peaceful coexistence seems to be a good choice.

The important thing is, does the demon clan still have a choice now?

The permeating atmosphere was weak, and an aura of anticipation began to permeate the air.

Many monks did not want to continue fighting, they wanted peace.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, "Swear, you swear..."