Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Yes“

The ten thousand demons trapped God array was so easily arranged that it was not hindered at all, which made Jiao Miao show an excited smile.

But they didn't know that at the moment, Ye Feng was sitting in the holy tower, staring at their every move with indifferent eyes.

"These guys think the plan has succeeded, so they should take action."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, looked away and looked at the other end.

There, Zhao Zhenyang and other five people were looking at the direction of the holy tower. Not far from them, they were the holy court guards gathered together.

At this moment, these holy court guards have torn off their camouflage masks and revealed their ferocious faces. They are really a famous demon soldier.

Zhao Zhenyang's five people ignored the demon soldiers, but stared at the holy tower nervously.

Not long ago, they followed Ye Feng's instructions and left the holy tower. Then a terrible and desperate force shrouded the holy tower.

When they saw that the ten thousand demons trapped the God array locked the holy tower and suppressed Ye Feng, a trace of worry rose in their hearts.

Ye Feng is indeed powerful, even stronger than they imagined, but the ten thousand demons trapped in the God array is not simple.

The array jointly built by tens of thousands of powerful demon kings and the treasure inherited by the corner demon family for countless years, how can it be easy to match?

Lord Zhenshen is trapped in this array. I wonder if there is any danger?

Although they were worried, they could not think much. The soldiers of the horndemon family who showed their true face had killed them.

At the same time, Jiao Miao also led 500 octagonal peaks, blooming with towering magic power.

After the array arrangement is successful, the task of 500 octagonal peak is completed. Next, they only need to kill.

The five Zhao Zhenyang people in front of them looked thin skinned and white meat. They were young and were good targets for slaughter!

"Kill them!"

Jiao Miao's eyes were burning. He looked forward to the scene of breaking the holy court and destroying the holy court as soon as possible.

With his order, five hundred octagonal peaks roared towards Zhao Zhenyang.

In their opinion, the five young Terrans should be scared to death at the moment they see them.

But now, these five people have no response, and their faces are so pale that they doubt themselves.

"Aren't we scary enough?"

"Hum, these five guys have been scared silly! What a fool!"

"Do you think their disgusting expression is somewhat similar to that of Ye Feng?"

The octagonal peak talked one after another. They inexplicably felt that the indifferent expression of Zhao Zhenyang's five people seemed to be in the same line with Ye Feng. It was so annoying that they wanted to tear off their faces and stir them up and chop them up.

"To die in our hands is a reward to you!"

Octagonal pinnacles scolded constantly. Before they got close to Zhao Zhenyang, they swept down with magical powers.

"Hum, damn devil!"

Zhao Zhenyang shouted angrily, and a long knife came out of his hand. This is the weapon given to him by Ye Feng.

"Roar!"

As Zhao Zhenyang clenched the long knife and tried his best to cut, a majestic dragon chant came from his body.

Then, the bright light of wanzhang Sabre bloomed, annihilating all the magic powers jointly displayed by 500 octagonal peaks.

Even the sabre light still has the spare power to kill dozens of octagonal peaks before it dissipates completely.

This scene made everyone here stupid. They never thought that this young boy with thin skin and white meat would have such a powerful power.

Obviously, it is only the eight star peak state, but the power erupted is comparable to the demon king level. This is a cultivator with the strength of the saint.

"Be careful! Kill this guy!"

Although Zhao Zhenyang's strength is extraordinary and comparable to the saints, the strength of 500 octagonal peaks can not be underestimated.

They are confident that they will fight Zhao Zhenyang and even grind him to death.

But the next moment, yulingzi shot.

He was like a ghost phantom. Without hesitation and fear, he crashed into the top of 500 octagonal peaks.

This made one of the Horned Demons, yulingzi, come to die. They were all ready to harvest their heads, and their faces were in full bloom.

But the next moment, Yu Lingzi's fists and feet came down like shells, and all kinds of magic powers were bombed and cracked, blooming in the sky like fireworks.

The body shape of yulingzi has rushed into the horn demon family. Where he passes, his fists and feet are like thunder and electricity, and his power is towering.

An octagonal peak fell on the spot, and its body burst into a scarlet fog.

This scene stimulated all the demons present. They looked at yulingzi in horror and understood that this is another existence comparable to the Holy One.

"What's the matter? What happened to the Terran holy court? Why did two such powerful guys emerge in a short time“

"Something's wrong. Where on earth did they come from? Why have they never heard of it?"

"Retreat, retreat! Lord devil is leading the army of the horned devil court. As long as we stabilize, the Terran holy court will be destroyed!"

A group of octagonal peaks became flustered, and they dared not fight again.

They can cope with the existence of a saint, but if there are two, they are by no means opponents.

At this time, Shen rou'er moved, and her calm eyes became dark. She didn't like these demons at all, but had a killing intention.

With Shen rou'er blowing a breath, a violent storm formed and swept away towards the corner demon family.

Where the storm passed, the horndemon family quickly withered and lost its vitality. In the blink of an eye, it became dry bodies and fell from the air.

This is the power of killing and cutting in the Guiyuan Yiqi code. The power of vitality can also be transformed into the power of death to harvest all living creatures.

The third statue was comparable to the presence of the Holy One. A group of octagonal peaks were completely frightened, and they ran crazy.

The horndemon soldiers, who were originally disguised as the guard of the holy court, found in despair that they were shuttling through the darkness and jumping between them.

Like harvesting straw, they were slaughtered, and pieces of horndemon soldiers fell down.

Ouyang, the initiator of all this, looked calm and had no emotional fluctuations. It was as if she was really harvesting straw, not fresh life.

For the disordered human race, the demon clan is extremely hateful. The lives of these guys are worse than straw. Killing the demon clan will not make them feel guilty.

On the other side, thousands of miles away from the holy court, a deafening roar sounded. It was the war drum of the horndemon court.

Tens of millions of Horned Demons came, and the horned demon king stood at the front of the army, looking at the Terran holy court with a cold killing intention in his eyes.

"Today, destroy the Terran holy court and let the lowly Terrans in the disordered world know that if they dare to offend the demon family, the end will be so miserable!"

The horned demon king roared in his mouth, raised his dazzling long sword, and cut down the mortals who thrived under the protection of the holy court.