Shuttle of the city

Boom!Boom!

It was like a giant stepping between the sky and the earth, and every step it fell caused violent tremors, and the starry sky seemed to shake off.

Boom!Boom!

The sound of footsteps became more and more terrifying, with a special rhythm, like a magic sound, making people's hearts vibrate.

Bang!

Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore, and the body exploded, bursting into a cloud of blood.

Then, the second person also exploded.

This rhythm, like a magic sound, directly affects people's minds and makes people's minds collapse.

Clang!

A sword sound, like a dragon chant, exploded in the heavens and the earth for a long time.

That special rhythm was also interrupted, and many people came back to their senses, panting with big mouths, and they were soaked in cold sweat.

Finally, the terrible figure approached.

He appeared outside Hangu Pass, standing under the stars and moon.

Behind him, the billowing dark energy was like an ocean of anger, as if it was about to pounce all the stars in the sky.

This was a big man who looked like an iron tower, he looked like a human race, but his whole body exuded a dark atmosphere, which was terrifying to the extreme.

Everyone looked at this figure, their faces became serious.

After seeing him, the three strongest men also rarely showed fear and respect.

"Master Demon Lord."

Seeing this stalwart figure, Ye Zichuan's mind was shaking.

His breath is very strange, he looks like a monarch, but he is stronger than the monarch.

What level of power is it?

Is it the legendary prisoner?

But it's not quite right. The prisoner is a living body at the same level as the main god, and the aura he emits will definitely be stronger.

Yang Tianhen looked at the person who appeared, and his sword eyebrows also frowned.

The Demon Lord looked at the three strongest men with indifferent eyes, and the pure purple eyes carried an intimidating magical nature.

"Five people, two were killed? You really made a face for the prisoner."

The three strong men looked ugly, but did not dare to say more.

"Forget about him." The Demon Lord looked at Yang Tianhen, then turned his eyes and looked at Ye Zichuan: "But do you feel very honored to be beheaded by such a person?"

Ye Zichuan looked at him coldly, expressionless.

"It's just a bigger ant."

boom!

With a loud explosion, the sky split, and the entire Hangu Pass was shaking.

The tower-like figure disappeared.

Ye Zichuan's face changed in an instant, almost instinctively, and the law of space was displayed without reservation.

He banished himself in an instant, as if separated by half the distance of the universe.

But this is useless at all.

That figure was too terrifying. Taking a step forward, this distance was crossed. He almost blinked in front of Ye Zichuan, and killed him with an extremely powerful posture.

Unprecedented danger!

This person is even more terrifying than the ninth-tier superb high-ranking god, powerful and unbelievable.

In front of him, Ye Zichuan actually felt a sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, a figure rushed out from behind him.

A fist shadow magnified between heaven and earth, extremely domineering, and shattered a piece of time and space with one punch.

After seeing this figure, the devil's pupils shrank slightly: "Is it you?"

The person who appeared was not someone else, but the lord Li Changkong.

At the critical moment, he was killed from Hangu Pass.

Boom!

The two banged against each other. The majestic Hangu Pass couldn't bear such a force, and the cracks on the wall became even bigger.

The figure of the demon lord withdrew, his face became solemn.

After seeing Li Changkong, the three strongest also showed shocked and puzzled expressions.

"you are not?"

Li Changkong stood at the top of the city, looking down at them: "What happened to me? Thought I was dead?"

The faces of the three strongest men are ugly.

According to intelligence, isn’t Li Changkong seriously injured and dying?

What's going on now?

He stood here gracefully, without the slightest sign of injury, it was powerful and frightening.

"Luo Yan, your ambitions are not small, do you want to capture Hangu Pass in one fell swoop?" Li Changkong looked at the demon, with electric lights flashing in his eyes.

"Hell is the home of all spirits. Darkness is the only truth. It's just a matter of time. How long can you stop it?"

The Demon Lord named Luo Yan spoke.

"Then try it."

Demon Lord is a special title.

In hell, not many people get this title.

Powerful people at this level have already reached the threshold of the realm of the Lord God, and they only need to step into the door.

Half of their bodies are in the upper god, and the other half in the main god, so they seem very special.

Their combat power is not at all comparable to the ninth-tier high-ranking gods, even if they only realize a trace of the power of the main god, they are enough to cause earth-shaking changes.

Therefore, such a person is called a demon!

They all have the possibility of becoming prisoners in the future.

"kill!"

With an order from Li Changkong, the war broke out again.

But this time, the morale of the human race was soaring, and the confidence of many people returned.

The city lord has disappeared for more than two years and claimed to be in retreat, but the spies from hell are spreading rumors that the city lord has been assassinated.

Although this rumor is strictly controlled, it is still floating and spreading quietly like an undercurrent.

This makes many people feel uneasy.

But now, seeing the city lord appearing unscathed, their hearts have become firm again.

How could the Xeon who had guarded Hangu Pass for thousands of years accidentally happened?

Like Luo Yan, Li Changkong was also a strong man who stepped into the realm of the Lord God.

And because of the residue of the elixir, Li Changkong has made a little progress...

Above the endless sky, the chaos is turbulent, the emptiness, even the laws of the universe disappear here.

There is no concept of space, and no concept of time. Everything seems to be static and constantly flowing.

At this time, in this unknown place, two figures were sitting.

They looked down at their feet, seeming to see the sky of war and blood.

A white-haired Taoist embraced Whisk, and smiled at this moment: "You have lost."

Opposite him was a big man with loose hair and a pair of horns.

"Count me lost."

Even if he lost, he didn't seem to have a special expression, no disappointment, no anger, and he seemed very calm.

"It's just a small confrontation. It's nothing. The entire universe will eventually die out. If it returns to darkness, hell is orthodox."

The white-haired Taoist just smiled and didn't speak.

"Hey!"

The brawny man with first horns smiled and disappeared in a flash.

The white-haired Taoist sat here, looked down, and saw a figure struggling to kill in the hell army.

"Tinder..."