I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand five hundred and forty chapters, full coercion!

The spiritual monks confined most of the dragon monks to the station hall. When searching for the host’s lost storage bag, Kunpeng was taking out the storage bag in the inn, and his mind forcibly invaded the storage bag, erasing the host’s thought connection.

The host’s cultivation base was only at the fifth level of the Spirit Rank, not to mention Kunpeng, even Ba Shan could easily erase his thoughts link. Even if Ba Er and Huang Rongmei are super-wind, it can be done, of course, because his strength is one level lower, it will consume more effort and time.

Therefore, when the host silently felt that the link between him and the storage bag disappeared, he was furious: “Coercion, release the coercion of strength!”

Of course he knew that this monk who could erase his traces of master recognition in an instant was definitely not from the Demon Race, and the Demon Race had no monks above the ninth rank. He is all at the fifth level of the spirit level, and the thief must be above the sixth level of the spirit level, so even if the five of them jointly release the coercion, the thief will not be afraid at all.

But the demonic monks below are different. They will be crushed instantly, and even those with low strength may explode and die immediately.

The other four spiritual monks, although they don’t know why the host is like this, they are quite cooperative. The host is not their head, but they assist the host to maintain safety, and also ensure the host’s property and life safety.

Now that the host is so urgent and angry, something must have happened to the host, how can they dare to neglect it?

The five spirit rank fifth-level cultivators fully released their strength and pressure, even if there were nearly a thousand dragon cultivators in the hall of the station, they were all pressed down in an instant.

The strength of some monster monks is only mid-level, when the level is blushing, the neck is thick, and the blood is spurting, it is almost unbearable. Even the monster cultivators of the seventh and eighth orders felt almost breathless.

After a few Tier 4 and 5 dragon monsters struggled to resist for a while, there was an explosion of blood and blood oozing throughout their bodies. A few Tier 3 dragon monsters directly exploded and died.

The host intensively scanned the crowd in the hall, looking for monks who were not under the pressure of strength, but to his disappointment, every monk in the hall showed painful expressions. They had resisted the pressure with all their strength, but it was useless. .

If the time lasts for a while, the fourth and fifth cultivators will probably explode and die.

“Let us go, please. We can’t take it anymore!” The dragon demon kept begging for mercy.

But the spiritual monks were indifferent.

The host was not reconciled, and continued to scan a second time. The other four spirit race monks didn’t want him to say anything, and took the initiative to look for monks who could resist the pressure.

They all know that the host lets him release the pressure with all his strength, which means that he is looking for a master. A master who can be valued by a fifth-level spiritual cultivator will at least surpass the elementary spiritual level, otherwise, he can’t be nervous and angry, and his expression is like he is about to eat someone right away.

I searched for another circle, but still to no avail, dozens of dragon demon cultivators died. The host looked at the four spiritual cultivators: “Retract the pressure first. These people, all stay, let them go out one by one. When you go out, you must search.” After a pause, he still said, “My storage bag suddenly disappeared.”

“What? Who is so bold? You didn’t have any contact with the people below, how did you lose it?”

“I don’t know, I suddenly felt empty in my arms and gone.”