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Chapter 466 Destruction of the Demon Clan

In the southern wilderness, murderous aura soared to the sky, shattering the situation of thousands of miles.

"Hei Feng, you bloody traitor!"

Turning wings into knives, tearing through the frightening wind, looking at the black bear that was about a hundred feet high and shaped like a hill, Little Han Cicada King was both shocked and angry.

"Heifeng, you are also a member of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan, how can you associate with humans and slaughter your own clan?"

Sensing the unfavorable situation on the battlefield and suppressing the anger in his heart, the Little Hancicada King wanted to fight for one or two more.

This black bear is becoming more and more powerful now. Its cultivation base has reached 500 years, which makes it weaker than it. There is also a powerful high-grade treasure in hand.

However, the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan has declined greatly in recent years. First, its father Han Chan King fell, and then the Bat Master Clan was wiped out. In addition, the previous expedition failed, and the Monster Clan was hurt. Not only has the strength not improved, but it has declined a lot because the living space is constantly being squeezed by humans.

Under such circumstances, the Little Cicada King kept holding a sigh of relief in his heart, that is to break through the realm of the demon king, reorganize the Southern Wilderness demon tribe, and let the tribe pay their debts with blood.

Over the years, its cultivation has reached the limit of ten thousand years, but it has been too late to take the last step to comprehend the cicada slough left by its father. It finally made some progress, but the human race launched an attack again. It was more violent than before, and it seemed to destroy the monster clan in the Southern Wilderness.

Hearing Little Hancicada's words, he remained silent, a contemptuous smile appeared on the rough bear face, and the black wind threw a gray and white hill straight at Little Hancicada King. , is also an extremely powerful treasure, with both the thickness of the earth and the clearness of the wind.

The mountain falls like a meteor, carrying boundless force, black wind lingers around the mountain, accompanied by the sound of howling ghosts and gods, which shakes people's hearts.

Black Wind is very clear about Little Hancicada King's careful thoughts, but he doesn't know that it's fine if he doesn't try to break through the Demon King, and maybe he can live a little longer. Once he tries to break through, it will inevitably attract dragons and tigers. In the eyes of that person from the mountain, the catastrophe of death is in front of him, and that person will not tolerate the birth of another demon king from the Southern Wilderness demon clan.

"Stubborn!"

Seeing the behavior of the black bear demon like this, and feeling the sense of danger brought about by the falling into the Lingshan Mountain, the killing intent in Little Hanchanwang's heart was rising.

"Since you want to seek death, then I will help you. Do you really think that you can compete with me if you get a few rewarded bones for being a cow or a horse?"

Wearing the Cicada King's clothes, with breath rising all over his body, and the cicada's wings spread out behind his back, the Little Han Cicada King chopped off the treasure of the Black Wind Imperial Envoy, the Wind Howling Mountain, with a tough posture.

With its ten-thousand-year cultivation base and the blessing of Cicada King's slough, there are few opponents in the Great Monster Realm. Although Black Wind is not weak in terms of cultivation base or means, it is still inferior to it. a little.

And after breaking Heifeng's supernatural power, his abdomen swelled and a faint blue aura bloomed, and the little chilling king spit out a chilling breath like a dragon again. The moment it appeared, the sky was covered with snow and frozen for thousands of miles.

Cracking and clawing, like a living creature, it gave out a long dragon's chant, engulfed in the wind and snow, and the chilling air rushed straight to the black wind, trying to tear it apart.

The cold air was severe, and the monster's body was covered with frost. At this moment, Heifeng wanted to hide but couldn't. Seeing such a scene, a sneer appeared on the face of Little Hanchanwang.

This time the human beings invaded on a large scale, and the forces mobilized were really powerful. Not to mention the large-scale Taoist soldiers, monks, and spirit boats across the sky, there were six high-ranking Yin gods who appeared on the battlefield alone. Strong, but what it was most worried about didn't happen, otherwise it might try to escape immediately, and now it still has a chance.

But at this moment, the sense of crisis in his heart exploded, he looked up at the sky, and a bone arrow was reflected in his compound eyes, and the smile on Little Hanchanwang's face froze.

"I'm dying?"

The doomed death seemed to be coming soon, Little Hancicada King's demon soul was stained with a touch of gray, and he didn't make any decent resistance for a while.

Hum, the slough of the Han Chan exuded an astonishing chill, pointing directly at the soul, trying to wake up the little Han Chan King's mind, but it was already too late.

"Golden Cicada off..."

Getting rid of the entanglement of death, the consciousness returned to clarity, and the eyes were about to split. Xiao Hanchanwang wanted to use his own life-saving supernatural powers, but after all, he was a step too late. Time to let your guard down.

"Do not···"

Foreseeing his own death, the Little Hancicada cried out unwillingly. It has not yet become a demon king, and it has not replaced its father to support the Hancicada again. It has not yet settled with the human race. It still has too many things to do Do it, but in the next moment, all its thoughts are empty.

Tsk, the pale mysterious light pierced through the void, exuding the death intent to wither all things. Under the eyes of everyone, the Little Hancicada King was crucified to death on the ground, the demon soul died, and there was no sound in an instant. The real treasure of killing contains the true meaning of death. Monsters like the Little Hancicada King who have not grasped the true meaning will surely die after being hit by an arrow.

Before he died, following the induction in the dark, he crossed thousands of mountains and saw a bear on top of a mountain. The big bow is extraordinarily powerful, and it was the arrow it shot just now.

"Taoist..."

Unwilling to rest in peace, Little Han Chan King's gaze was always fixed on the north.

And with the fall of the Little Hancicada King, the last hope of the Nanhuang Monster Clan disappeared. Once upon a time, the Nanhuang Monsters also had many powerful characters, such as the Black Flood Dragon King who possessed strange treasures, such as the Tao who possessed a little power of the Time Dao. Mother, these monsters have more potential, and they all have the possibility of becoming a monster king in this era.

But after several conquests, these potential monsters were basically destroyed, and the rest were either too weak in cultivation or limited in potential, so they couldn't make much progress at all. Only the little Hancicada King, the son of the demon king, could Count on, and now the little chilling king is dead.

"kill!"

Taking advantage of the situation, the Longevity Dao League quickly tore through the monster's defenses, and for a while there were mournful wailing everywhere.

Breaking free from the shackles of the cold air, looking at the little Han Chan King who was crucified on the ground, Hei Feng felt a little embarrassed. The son of a generation of demon kings fell like this. With Longhushan there, the sky of the Southern Wilderness is the sky of the human race. If it is the other party, he must either give up everything and escape to the South China Sea early, or take the initiative to serve under the seat of Longhushan.

Of course, many things are easy to say, but difficult to do. Wealth, fame, and favor are like invisible threads that bind every sentient being, preventing them from being free.

"The trend is irreversible."

"I can't fall behind."

The emotion in his heart was fleeting, holding the Howling Wind Mountain in his hand, the black bear demon blew up a black wind that filled the sky and engulfed thousands of monsters continuously.

The monster clan is a big concept, it has never been a close group, otherwise it would not have been used as cannon fodder by the Little Hancicada King, and these monsters would at least survive if they were attacked by it.

The most important thing is that it has been longing for the inheritance of Longhu Mountain's supernatural power, Hufeng, but this is the fundamental inheritance of Longhu Mountain. Few of the disciples of Longhu Mountain have passed it on. If it wants to get its inheritance, it needs to work hard. Performance.

(End of this chapter)