Eternal Demon King

"Haha, the corpse has become a god, this old man wants to see, how long can the mountain protection formation of your Kunpeng clan last?"

At the foot of Kunpeng Mountain, outside the great formation barrier, Hong Hai looked crazy and laughed wildly in the sky.

This half-immortal corpse god, born to kill, can reach the sky, but the most perfect masterpiece in his life, it is more than a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than the corpse puppets he has refined in the past.

"Peng Wanshan, you killed my son that day, did you ever think that today would be..."

Hong Hai suddenly roared again, the smile disappeared from his face, and the only thing left was monstrous anger and resentment.

His son, Hong Liang, was the most outstanding disciple in the history of Shenzong. He was supposed to have a bright future, and he was the one who made his Hong family prosper for all eternity.

"Yes, your son was indeed killed by Peng, but so what? If you want to blame him, blame him for not killing my clan."

Peng Wanshan looked down at Hong Hai and said with a sneer.

Hong Hai's eyes were terrifying, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, after the battle is broken, I will need you to repay your debts with blood, and refine your Peng's father and son, and the rest of the clan, into corpse puppets and drive them for me."

"Why do you talk so much? You will change when you are late, so hurry up and do it."

Jia Tong frowned. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. It was just the source of this unease, but he didn't know where it came from.

It stands to reason that if they attacked the Kunpeng clan with the strength of the Heaven Smiting Sect and the Corpse Sect, they should be sure of it.

But as time passed by, Jia Tong's unease became more and more intense, as if a catastrophe would be imminent at any time, making his face gloomy and irritable.

"Don't worry, in this huge East Emperor Realm, no one dares to rescue the Kunpeng family."

Hong Hai glanced at Jia Tong coldly, but he didn't take Jia Tong's words to heart at all. The two factions joined forces, and the rest of the Eastern Emperor Realm couldn't hide in time. Who would dare to come to this muddy water?

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, we must break through the formation as soon as possible and destroy the Kunpeng family."

Jia Tong said coldly.

"It's not us, it's me, you guys from Heaven Smiting Sect, stay here."

Hong Hai raised his eyebrows and waved his hand disdainfully, and without delay, he ordered the corpse god in front of him: "Go, break the formation with all your strength."

"Roar!"

The corpse god roared, and seemed to be struggling, but did not move.

It is made up of countless powerful corpse puppets, has a strong intelligence, has a violent and frantic temperament, and is naturally unwilling to succumb to others.

Jia Tong's face turned cold and he complained, "Old ghost Hong, can you do it?"

He didn't deliberately ridicule Hong Hai, but worried that Hong Hai's cultivation was too low to control the corpse god.

This corpse god has a terrifying aura, but it is not an ordinary corpse puppet. If it does not obey the order and riots here, it will be a huge disaster for all of them present.

The corpse god in the half fairyland is by no means comparable to the monks below the extraordinary. Hong Hai has a certain risk in getting this big guy out.

"Elder, this corpse god is too dangerous, should we avoid it first?"

At this moment, the cultivators of the Heaven Smiting Sect also gathered around Jia Tong, each of them obviously having the same concerns as Jia Tong.

They are all masters in the teaching, and they are also the main force in the attack on the Kunpeng family. It would be a joke if they were all eaten by the corpse gods here.

Even the Kunpeng clan's mountain protection formation has not been broken, but it has become the ration of the corpse god. This is naturally a joke to outsiders, but to their Heaven Smiting Sect, it is a tragedy.

"hateful!"

Hong Hai's face was ugly, and he was in a very bad mood.

This was the first time he had summoned a corpse god, and he thought that with his cultivation, it should be enough to manipulate this corpse.

Who would have thought that his cultivation level is still lower after all, even if the corpse god contains a ray of blood essence and spiritual thought in his body, it is difficult for him to control it.

Just like a toddler trying to move a 10,000-pound boulder, the difficulty can be imagined.

"Hoohoho!!!"

The corpse god roared incessantly, shaking the world, setting off waves of corpses, causing Hong Hai, Jia Tong, and many monks from Heaven Smiting Sect and God Corpse Sect to retreat one after another.

"Beast, if you dare to resist again, this old man will kill you immediately!"

Without thinking about it, Hong Hai resolutely bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood essence, and then moved the blood essence with both hands, which evolved into an evil, strange scarlet array.

In this scarlet array, a faint light can be seen faintly, as if something that attracts the corpse god is sealed, making it instinctively quiet and no longer so manic.

"Old Ghost Hong, what are you doing?" Jia Tong asked in a deep voice.

Hong Hai said angrily: "What can be done, of course, is to control the corpse god, don't you think that I really can't help this evil beast?"

After all, with a flick of his sleeve, he punched the array map into the body of the corpse god, causing the corpse god to scream, as if suffering great pain.

"Hmph, no matter how strong you are, you have to use it for me. Go ahead and destroy the great formation barrier ahead."

Soon, there was another cold snort in Hong Hai's nose, and the corpse god no longer resisted, moving his huge body, and roaring towards the Kunpeng family's mountain protection formation.

Bang bang bang! ! !

It was as huge as a mountain, punched one after another, and each punch had the power to destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

"How can this be good? If you let this corpse attack, it will not take long for the enchantment to be destroyed."

"The patriarch ordered it. Instead of waiting to die in the formation, it is better to use the power of the whole family to fight and kill him."

"That is, our Kunpeng clan is the descendant of the ancient beast Kunpeng. We are not greedy for life and fear of death, and we will never be a tortoise."

On Kunpeng Mountain, countless people's eyes were red, and the crowd was angry.

As soldiers of the Kunpeng clan, they all have the blood of Kunpeng flowing in their bodies, and possess the wings of Kunpeng, which is enough to instantly increase their strength several times.

Some people with Kunpeng's blood and blood are more capable of fighting people in the body of Kunpeng, and they are not without the strength of a battle against hundreds of cultivators of the Heaven Smiting Sect and Divine Corpse Sect.

It is true that the enemy is very strong, the masters are like clouds, and the cultivation base is much higher than most of them. They are destined to be fierce, but they are not afraid.

"Enough, calm down for me, now rush out to kill the enemy, that is courting death, don't forget, there is still a corpse god with strength comparable to the half fairyland outside the array, facing this monster, is the patriarch , and not the enemy of its unity."

Peng Wanshan shouted to stop the clan, he was not a coward, but he understood that this was a battle with almost no chance of winning.

Their Kunpeng clan, even if they came out of their nests and fought to the death, would only be killed by the corpse god in the end, and no one could survive.

"Quick, quick to reinforce the big formation."

Peng Wanshan quickly sent an order, and even if there were elders of the Kunpeng clan, tens of thousands of spirit stones were thrown into the eyes of the formation, so as to stabilize the enchantment of the formation and prevent it from being attacked. The corpse god broke through in a short time.