God-slaughtering King

Hell ghost line, the more dense the number is, the more powerful the toxin is.

But Nanmen Feng just calmly looked at the grinning villain monk and still locked his moving body. The terrible and deadly hell ghost line is fatal to others. Even friars with higher strength than villain monks will be afraid.

However, in the eyes of Nanmen maple, these hell ghost lines are just delicious food!

Swallow the magic Sutra!

Nanmen Maple cultivates this invincible secret magic. Those hell ghost lines have no effect on him, and the toxins contained in them can't attack him.

Nature is fearless!

Even, Nanmen Maple has a glimmer of expectation. These special products from hell contain unimaginable energy, which may still be an opportunity for him.

At this moment, the villain monk did not escape, but quickly approached Nanmen maple, hit the hell ghost line in front of him, and tore at Nanmen Maple with open teeth and claws.

As soon as he took the shot, there was a strong corrosive smell, which made duanmuqing and others in the distance frown slightly. This kind of poison was too strong.

"Your luck should come to an end. No one can live in front of my gift!" the villain monk smiled grimly, especially when he saw that Nanmen Maple had never avoided.

So confident!

Nanmen Feng's action in his eyes is just a way of self suicide. He doesn't escape from his hell ghost line, and even takes the initiative to impact. It's too long!

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters

Nanmen maple is approaching quickly, his face is still extremely calm, and even increased his speed by a few points. It seems that he can't wait to rush to the hell ghost line.

"What kind of confidence does this guy have?" the villain monk was stunned, but before he recovered, he was surprised to find that the hell ghost lines that were shot out disappeared one after another.

The gift disappeared?

This was almost incredible, but it really happened in front of him. The villain monk couldn't help being completely stunned.

On this day, he experienced several shocks, which was brought to him by the same monk. It's unimaginable! It discouraged him.

"I don't believe it. How much can you stop!" the villain monk roared and shot all the hell ghost lines out, dense.

The hell ghost line moved in the sky like a poisonous snake shaking, making people's scalp numb.

"Good coming!" facing these hell ghost lines, Nanmen Feng's eyes showed a look of ecstasy. The heaven swallowing magic Sutra ran wildly and formed a big swallowing net.

In an instant, the hell ghost line was swallowed, wrapped in a big net, and began crazy refining.

Feeling the disappearance of the hell ghost line, the corners of the villain monk's mouth twitched a few times. He had to admit that the opponent in front of him was too terrible.

The horror is indescribable, and the means and confidence he has are unimaginable. Whether it is the fluctuation of tianque or the hell ghost line, it is his bottom card to kill the enemy.

However, on Nanmen maple, they all failed.

A feeling of powerlessness gradually poured into the heart of the villain monk. His inner shock had reached an unprecedented level, even incomprehensible.

He is a noble holy family of tianque. It's unimaginable that he was oppressed by a mole like mortal.

"Poof..."

At the moment of his hesitation, Nanmen Feng swallowed all the hell ghost lines, and the black real feather clenched in his hand suddenly stabbed out, ruthlessly pierced the waist and abdomen of the villain monk and directly penetrated it.

With this move, the power released by Nanmen Maple was extremely terrible. The power driven by the black true feather blew the villain monk out and nailed him directly to a cliff.

Blood, drop by drop, shocking!

The powerful villain monk was nailed to the cliff. The result is incredible. Especially for the villain monk himself, it is unacceptable.

There was anger burning in his eyes. He was supposed to be invincible, but he came to such a sad end, which made him very angry, unwilling and angry!

"It's over!" Nanmen Feng came forward slowly, his eyes fell on the villain monk, grabbed his big hand in the air, and the chopping virtual sword appeared in his hand, flashing a cold killing intention.

"Really?"

On the cliff, the villain monk suddenly laughed wildly and shouted to Nanmen Feng, "is it over? You're just a little bug. You dare to talk to me about the end. It's still early!"

Nanmen Feng could not help but frown and was secretly on guard. On this day, que Sheng people were really difficult to deal with and had endless means.

"If you have any means, just use it. I'll accompany you to the end!" the South Gate Maple shouted coldly. The chopping empty sword glittered and went angrily towards the villain monk.

Having said that, he will never give the villain monk a chance to fight back. What he has to do now is to kill him with a sword and completely exterminate him.

"Can you kill me?" the villain monk laughed wildly, and his whole body suddenly became incomparably red. The blood was flowing wildly, and there was a crash sound.

"Poof..."

The blood burst out and turned into a blood mist. At this moment, the villain monk stretched out his hands and made an old and complicated handprint.

"This is what you forced me. Come to hell. Listen to my call and devour these enemies..." the cold and hoarse voice kept ringing.

In front of the villain monk, the mass almost contained his whole body's blood essence, and suddenly began to deform. Under the control of that FA Yin, a figure was slowly condensed.

devil!

This is a demon from hell. His whole body exudes an extremely terrible cold killing intention, which is extremely frightening. He just drives the South Gate maple back in an instant.

Nanmen Feng staggered back a few steps, stared at the devil floating in the air and said, "is this your card? Unfortunately, in my eyes, it's just like this."

"Don't be ashamed, wait until you feel the power of the devil! Don't worry, I will let the devil tear it up and devour its flesh and blood..."

The villain monk roared wildly, but his voice became weaker and weaker. It was not easy for him to summon this hell devil after overdraft, and almost lost most of his life.

But I have to do it!

Otherwise, he will be killed by Nanmen maple and a mole ant. This will be his most humiliating way of death. Even suicide is better than this!

The villain monk took a deep breath, his eyes twinkled with resentment, hard stretched out his big hand, made the last complicated handprint and integrated into the devil's figure.

"Terran mole ants, very loud." just then, the devil suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was very loud, shaking the sky.

Demon conscious?

Nanmen Feng couldn't help being a little stunned and showed a strange look. He didn't know what was going on. The devil condensed from blood could still speak.

"Be surprised, be shocked, you little bug. You have little knowledge. You must have a lot of doubts in your heart!" the villain monk laughed wildly, and his words were full of irony.

Nanmen Feng frowned slightly and stared at the devil not far away, showing a dignified look.

Saints, if they really have extraordinary means, it is difficult to predict.

"Hahaha..."

The villain monk stared at Nanmen Feng and couldn't help laughing again and said, "little bug, you'd better give up. This devil is the projection of the ghost general from hell, a supreme existence of the Holy Level of heaven. What can you compete with?"

"Projection?"

Nanmen Feng moved in his heart and smiled at the corners of his mouth. The devil in front of him was not a real existence, but a projection of the villain monk's means against the sky and summoned from hell. His real combat power was not invincible.

"Boy, hand over your secret and I can let you live. There are countless strong people in my hell. This time, it's just a projection of me, which can easily crush you. What are you waiting for?" the devil opened his mouth and shouted wildly.

Listening to the devil's voice, Princess Pingyao and others couldn't help trembling in their hearts and provoked the mysterious organization of hell for no reason. It was really quite an accident.

Hell, people have never heard of it. But from the devil's words, we can guess that there are countless strong people in hell.

In particular, the devil in front of us is a ghost General of Tongtian Saint level. Tongtian saint, any person can easily suppress everyone present, and there is no chance to resist.

"Your gift is very special and worth studying. As long as you take the initiative to hand it in, everything will be easy to say." the devil shouted coldly again.

The maple face in the South Gate suddenly sank.

From the moment he awakened the gift, he knew that his gift was hiding a great secret. Therefore, he rarely used the gift to avoid complications.

Unexpectedly, at the moment, he is remembered by this demon, which will leave hidden dangers.

Seeing the sudden change in the look of Nanmen maple, the villain monk couldn't help laughing wildly: "now you understand what means? Fear no, fear no? As long as you are obedient, there is still a glimmer of vitality..."

"Hum!"

Nanmen Feng interrupted the villain monk's words, pointed the virtual sword in his hand at the devil, and said faintly, "go ahead, let me see how powerful the so-called projection is?"

"Childish!"

With a sneer, the devil suddenly released an extremely powerful and domineering spirit and oppressed Nanmen maple. In an instant, there was endless pressure.

However, the devil's cold laughter immediately stiffened in the air, followed by a harsh cry: "whip, how can you have this thing?"

"Pa Pa!"

Nanmen Feng didn't reply. He waved his whip and hit the oppressed spirit hard, and there was a clear crackling sound.

At the same time, the South Gate Maple urged the soul sword formula. In the center of his eyebrows, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and instantly penetrated the demon virtual shadow.

The devil trembled violently, began to crack quickly, and then burst into endless fragments. The devil's figure gradually became blurred, and a low roar could be heard: "boy, wait, we'll meet again..."

Smash!

The seemingly terrible devil failed to stop even one blow, which surprised Nanmen Feng. It seems that the whip has a great impact on the devil.

At the moment when the devil disintegrated, the villain monk nailed to the cliff suddenly changed his face, urged the last trace of blood, broke free from the black true feather, and rushed away quickly in the distance.