Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 65 [Slaying the Demon God Again, Ancestor Kunpeng]

The feeling of the demon god is unmistakable. Even if he enters the bloodthirsty state countless times, he will wake up whenever a fatal crisis is conveyed. This is why he dares to enter the bloodthirsty state at will.

But as he became the Great Luo Jinxian, few people at the same level could make him feel this way. This was all due to his racial talent, and his skin and flesh could rival the innate spiritual treasure.

Even if you meet a powerful Daluo Jinxian and want to break his defense for a while, it will be difficult. It is precisely because of this that he can rank thirty-sixth among the many demon gods.

Zhang Yan smiled coldly, and the purple electric hammer in his hand was only slightly stagnant, and he slammed it down, breaking through the air barrier and hitting the demon god's back instantly.

"Kacha!"

The sound of broken bones, with blood all over the ground, and the roar of the demon god shook the sky.

The sound spread in all directions, like the ringing of a bell, with a low surging sound. Countless demon soldiers and generals could hear the sadness and will to die contained in this sound.

"Hahaha! Human race, you are all ready to die. No existence can save you."

The Demon God, as a prehistoric alien species, even if the cervical vertebrae controlling his nerves were broken, with his strong mana, he still erupted into a series of howls before dying, and the mana fluctuations spread from here to the Demon Court.

"Die to me!"

Zhang Yan raised the purple electric hammer, bursting out a majestic purple electric arc, shining all over the demon god, and instantly exploding his body and soul together.

"Boom!"

The terrifying thunder raged for hundreds of breaths before stopping, and the whole world could smell the fragrant aroma of meat.

"Human! Fight back."

The moment the demon god was killed by Zhang Yan, the three ancestors of the human race burst out with a shout, and countless humans raised a plume of wolf smoke and headed towards the defeated demon soldiers and generals.

This was a brutal war. Even if the demon god died, these demon soldiers and generals would not be timid. They raised their weapons and faced the rushing humans.

This was a one-sided massacre. Just relying on the four Da Luo Jinxian among the human race could kill the entire demon soldiers and demon generals.

However, there is no army in the Demon Court that is defeated without a fight. Even if they know they are defeated, these demon soldiers and generals cannot retreat, because the moment they join the Demon Court, they entrust a ray of soul in the demon summoning banner. .

Even if he wanted to escape, there was no way he could escape death even if Di Jun knew about it.

Zhang Yan used all his methods, and the demon soldiers and generals from the sky rained down on the earth like rain. With every breath, hundreds of demon tribesmen fell, and hundreds of human race children also died in the battle.

"Ho! Stop it."

With a loud shout, it was like the might of heaven descending. The remaining hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and generals gave up and retreated. At the same time, an inexplicable force pushed many remaining members of the human race away. Even the third ancestor of the human race was under this force. Blast away towards the rear.

"What a powerful force!"

Zhang Yan was frightened in his heart and stopped in mid-air. Even if he used all his magic power, he could not resist this inexplicable force. It was as if it was like the power of heaven and could not be shaken.

A black-robed figure fell from the sky, with a sinister face and an unusually cold expression. At first glance, he was not a good person.

"Let's meet the Master Demon Master."

The moment the middle-aged man appeared, all the demon soldiers and generals in the sky knelt down and looked at the demon master Kunpeng, with a burning feeling in their eyes, because they knew that with the arrival of the demon master Kunpeng, the human race would inevitably be doomed, and they would not have to die.

"Stay back! Let me take care of this." Kunpeng looked at the dead demon soldiers and generals on the ground, as well as the buffalo, who was thousands of feet tall, and couldn't help but feel a little big.

Originally, for the Demon Court, it was just a very simple massacre, but it resulted in millions of demon soldiers and generals being killed and injured, and even more so with a Demon God. You can predict how furious the Demon Emperor will be.

If he doesn't handle it well, Kunpeng will probably be relegated to the sidelines again.

The most important thing is the human race’s holy master, Zhang Yan.

Kunpeng's narrow eyes stared at Zhang Yan in the distance, his brows furrowed. If anyone among the demon clan knows Zhang Yan best, it must be Kunpeng.

Zhang Yan created the writing inheritance for the human race and became the holy master of the human race. Later, Kunpeng followed Zhang Yan's example and created the writing heritage of the demon race and became the holy master of the demon race.

It was precisely because he knew Zhang Yan's identity that Kunpeng felt a headache.

As the first disciple of the three generations of Xuanmen Zongzong, Zhang Yan is the direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun and has a distinguished status.

Even if Kunpeng borrowed a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to kill Zhang Yan. After all, he didn't really surrender to the Demon Court, and he knew how to think about himself.

If Zhang Yan was killed by him, how could Kunpeng still survive? Not to mention whether the Demon Court would protect him, even if Emperor Jun wanted to protect Kunpeng, how could he stop the furious Sanqing Saint?

That's simply impossible. Even if the demon saint Nuwa takes action, she can't stop Sanqing.

"Kunpeng, I know you. I heard from my master that you imitated me in creating writing and became a holy master of the demon clan, and you have gained a lot of merit."

Zhang Yan looked calm and stared deeply at Kunpeng.

Kunpeng was a quasi-sage as early as Shuhui Yuan ago. Thousands of years ago, he created the demon inscriptions and had Xuanhuang merits. Now he is very likely to be in the middle stage of quasi-sage.

Quasi-sage, for today's Zhang Yan, is undoubtedly an insurmountable mountain, which makes Zhang Yan have to use the name of Yuanshi Tianzun to suppress Kunpeng.

Sure enough, Kunpeng's expression changed slightly. He stared at Zhang Yan and said, "I advise you to ignore this matter. I can let you go."

"Haha! I am a descendant of the human race, how can I watch the human race be slaughtered by your monster race?"

"But this is not something you, the Great Luo Jinxian, can contend with. I know what you are thinking."

"Even if I don't want to take action against you, Demon Court will still send people here. Each of the ten demon gods in Heaven is a quasi-sage. They are not as easy to talk to as I am."

After all, under the power of Yuanshi Tianzun, Kunpeng still chose to surrender. He did not want to fight with Zhang Yan, and even made it clear that he wanted Zhang Yan to leave.

But why did Zhang Yan choose to leave? A shocking power erupted all over his body. He looked at the collapsed human race behind him and fell into deep thought for a long time.

How could he not know that he was being stabbed by a dying needle, but he could not retreat. If he retreated, it would be the destruction of all human beings. He must stand in front of the human race, because he is the strongest person in the human race today.

"Monster clan, I, Zhang Yan, swear to God that from now on I will be like water and fire with the demon clan. If I live, the demon clan will die."

"Boom!"

The thunder of heaven sounded again, shaking the whole earth, and there was a black and yellow thunder light exploding in the dark. The fate of the entire demon clan suddenly dropped under Zhang Yan's words.

(End of this chapter)