Misery mixed in the secluded world to be the devil king

Chapter 27
Outside the Valley of the Wind, Jian Shangque held the front of the devil of all crimes in his hand, determined to slash and transform Jia Luo!
Leng Feng, symbolizing the determination to end; Leng Yan, showing undefeated self-confidence.

Today, there is only one person who can stay with the demons and evil entwined by fate.

I only heard a long roar from Bian Bian Jia Luo, and the long knife absorbed the endless wind around him, and made a strong attack!
If there is no one on the sword, the sword can reach the gods, and I have no part in the sword, and then show the supreme sword style!The extreme moves confront each other, and the ground cracks and landslides for a while.

The battle of the strong, the decision of hatred, the two have different thoughts.

Now, the only way is to defeat the opponent in front of him.

Fight hard, fight hard, both of them are the king of one side, and they start to move like luck, and the mountains and clouds collapse.

The sword lacks the help of the prodigal son, and the foundation of being a human being in the reincarnation is no longer comparable to that of the time on the passing island.

For many years, he has been obsessed with the demon soul. Although he was sealed and released in the demon record, he has been studying and comprehending carefully for many years, accumulating a lot.

In the constant battle, the sword intent was sublimated to the utmost, one move was faster than one move, one move was stronger than one move.

Although Dianbian Jialuo is capable of extraordinary things, he is hesitant and worried about Fenglong's safety.

And because of the dragon head of the evil god, he was restless, and he took care of many shots, and he was injured again and again for a while.

"If that's the case with Dian Bian Jia Luo! Then you will have no chance today!"

Feeling the uneasiness of Dian Bian Jia Luo, although Feng Mo hated the Babu people deeply, he couldn't help reminding him because of the perseverance of the swordsman.

"Why bother to talk too much, let's decide the outcome with one move!"

Dian Bian Jia Luo thought for a long time in his heart, and now he has made a decision, and with a word on the ground, he took advantage of the momentum of the front demon sword to pull the distance between the two of them.

"Fuck evil light, gather ghost light, doomsday ruins the world"

Surrounded by evil spirits, strange lights flickered, and the most powerful move of Dian Bian Jia Luo came into effect immediately.

"Three Wonders of Front and Demon · Endless Edge · Infinite Style · Sword Through Heaven and Earth Invisible."

The sword's intent reaches the sky, and the sharp edge is transformed, like a drifting heavy rain, falling from the nine heavens.

Where the sword comes from, no one knows, and where the sword goes, no one can see.

Only the endless sword power, like rainwater, poured down, heading straight for Dian Bian Jia Luo.

"boom……!"

Swords scrambled for each other, and after a few rings, the bird turned into Jialuo, blood splashed out, and the body was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

Finally, fall to the dust!

Feng Mo was also in the process of turning into Jia Luo, and in the final counterattack, he was seriously injured, and he circulated the magic element to suppress the injuries in his body for the time being.

Walking slowly, he fell to the ground beside the crippled Dian Bian Jia Luo.

"Is there any last words?"

"Haha...cough cough! Help me take care of the little...!"

He laughed a few times indifferently, and suddenly, his eyes were lightly closed. Thousands of mountains have passed, and the situation is gone, only the last request of this life remains.

Amidst the family relationship that could not be reunited in time, and the endless guilt for his dead wife, Mian Bian Jia Luo slowly closed his eyes.

Feng Mo bent down and stretched out his hands to close the eyes of Dian Bian Jia Luo, and his eyes, which could not be closed, urged Yuan Gong to take a shot.

Put away his corpse!

At this time, Dicoon, who was watching the battle, slowly approached Feng Mo and said, "Can you give me the body of Dian Bian Jia Luo!"

Feng Mo ignored Unlimited, but explained lightly: "The corpse was confessed by the demon king, and it must be brought back! This matter is related to the vitality of the wind dragon. The demon king said that you were entrusted by the earth, and you turned into Jia Luo Nai. It is the Evil Soul Strategist King Desert Goshawk resurrected, you can save him if you want, but not at this time!"

Bian Bian Jia Luo's past, infinitely understood in the message left by the Earth and Ming.

In addition, not long ago, the Demon Lord had told him about the eight tribes, so Unlimited understood it.

Perhaps the revived primordial Demon Lord was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as rumored.

It is not like Jiuying, who despises human life, and has his own purpose in everything he does.

Seeing Feng Mo's insistence, he immediately said: "Be sure to return the desert goshawk's body afterwards!"

"You can discuss this matter with the Demon Lord yourself! It has nothing to do with me!"

Feng Mo could actually agree to it, as it was just an insignificant matter based on the relationship between him and the Primordial Demon Lord.

What's more, today's prodigal son hopes to attract more combat power.

Whether it is the infinite cocoon or the lack of the front demon sword, it is extremely important to him. As long as it is not threatening everything except his own safety, the demon king will definitely not refuse.

But because of the past, although he has changed his view of the Demon Lord because of what the Demon Lord has done in recent times, it is still a bit unacceptable to ask the Demon Lord infinitely.

Just as he was hesitating infinitely, suddenly a terrifying pure magic energy erupted from far away.

A kind of terrifying coercion from the depths of the soul, although the distance is extremely far away, it makes everyone feel a sense of trembling from the depths of the soul.

Infinity turned his head to look, frowning slightly!
"This direction...is the Nether World!"

When he was in doubt, Infinity only felt a burst of dizziness before his eyes, and then a strange scene appeared in his mind.

Feng Mo looked at Infinity and suddenly, his figure swayed unsteadily, and thick blood was left on the seven orifices.

"Infinity! Infinity...what's wrong with you?"

During the call, Feng Mo quickly mobilized the Moyuan regardless of his own injuries to investigate the infinite situation.

"Quick...! The Demon Lord...is in danger!"

In the confusion of consciousness, infinitely exerted his last strength, slowly uttered a few words, and then passed out.

Hearing this, Feng Mo became alert immediately, and immediately took the corpses of Fenglong, Infinity, and Bianbian Jialuo, and disappeared.

Outside the secluded world, on the battlefield, the primordial demon frowned.

The creator of the Nether Realm, the originator of all demons, and the most dreaded aliens of all realms by the primordial demon lord, Yu Yan finally appeared.

It's just that, amidst the terrifying breath and the suppression of the blood from the depths of the soul.

That face, which was exactly the same as Jiuying's, made Mo Jun extremely displeased.

The silent primordial demon lord has no aura flowing out of his body, like a statue standing in the sky and earth, making people feel no breath of life and the terrifying power of being a demon lord.

Do not die in silence, but explode in silence.

Accompanied by Moshi's huge pressure from the bloodline, the coercion from the blood became stronger and stronger, under the suppression of this force.

The Demon Lord has also reached the brink of eruption.

"Seven Limits - Breaking the Sea!"

There is no sound, for heaven and earth are broken at this moment;
The broken space debris, passing through the powerful body of the original demon king, can only leave a red mark.

Fast, fast enough not to blink;
Shocked, so shocked that he couldn't believe the truth in front of him.

The demon stands between the heaven and the earth, although it is impossible to see clearly when the original demon lord made his move.

The turbulent rush, turbulent turbulence, vast and surging, as if the wave of the sea tore the sky and the earth, has submerged everything in front of it.

Amidst the turbulent waves, Moshi remained motionless, and the move of the original Demon Lord, like a mud cow entering the sea, did not hurt him at all!

"This trick is not bad! It really deserves to be the creation of the first master! It can reach such a level! It is worth seeing the first master in person!"

After being surprised, the Demon Lord sorted out his mood and was not puzzled.

He said coldly: "The creator of Youjie is really extraordinary, but this face of yours is annoying!"

"Oh! Is this the way to attack the original master? That's good...!"

In the words, but seeing Moshi's figure change, he unexpectedly slowly transformed into an image of a handsome man with a fairy air.

"How? Have you ever been satisfied with Shizhu's appearance!"

"Humph! I don't know what it means!"

(End of this chapter)