Magic card: create a god-level card at the beginning

"Cattle!"

After finally reacting, Zhao Tian said angrily: "Han Lin, what did you do to my magic card, why does it look like this now!"

"Isn't that obvious, he's a Buddha"

Zhao Tiantian almost bleeds from pinching his palms, can he turn a king of killers into Buddhism?

"Han Lin... you can do it..."

Han Lin smiled and said, "I can do it? You can do it too!"

The Blood Rage Killer had obviously been played to the brim by Tang Sanzan, and now Zhao Tian only had one useful magic card left to die.

It is also his last hope, no matter what, he must fight to the death!

Zhao Tianda yelled: "The Slaughtering Blood Demon begins to summon the Demon King to descend!"

This is his last trump card.

The Slaughtering Gorefiend in the arena picked up a two to three meter long sword and thrust it forcefully into his heart.

The scarlet sword began to suck crazily, slaughtering every inch of the blood demon's flesh.

"what!!!"

With the will to slaughter the gorefiend, he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

The scarlet giant sword was like a black hole, devouring the slaughtering blood demon completely.

Then it slowly floated in the air, as if something was brewing.

The scarlet giant sword seemed to come alive at this moment, with streams of blood continuously swimming and wriggling along the blade.

Yasuo looked at this intrusive scene and asked with some nausea

"What are these things?"

Tang Sanzan said slowly: "This is taking myself as a sacrifice, merging it into the great sword, and summoning its unknown existence, which is what they call the devil king"

"Really cruel"

Monkey King, who has been making soy sauce, yawned

"Just now you have been fighting, this little monster will be handed over to my grandson"

Sun Wukong lifted the golden cudgel in his hand and carried it on his shoulder.

Disdainfully said: "Devil King? It's just a small demon, no one dares to call him the Devil King in front of my old grandson."

Monkey King's domineering words echoed in the arena.

"A mere little demon? Little monkey, you speak loudly!"

A dull, frightening voice sounded in the arena.

Chapter 77: Demon King Russ

Everyone looked in the direction of the scarlet giant sword.

I saw the huge sword slowly floating in the air and began to change constantly.

The body of the sword is bone, and the blood atomized flesh around it is firm.

The blood-red orb protruding from the hilt of the Yaojian came alive like a heart.

'Plop!Plop! '

The frightening heartbeat resounded throughout the silent arena.

As the heartbeat became faster and faster, the scarlet hilt began to undergo drastic changes.

A sharp sword gradually transformed into an extremely large demon.

Scarlet magic light radiated from his whole body, and the huge black wings behind him kept flapping.

The two huge magic horns on the head seemed to be brewing with great power.

The seven or eight meter tall demon king looked down on everyone from a height.

The look of contempt for everything in his eyes is exactly the same as that of Zhao Tian.

It's just that one is a devil and the other is a salted fish.

"Han Lin, the Demon King has come, and it's too late for you to surrender now." Zhao Tian showed a cruel smile, "I will let Lord Demon King treat you well, and tear up your demon cards little by little."

"Ah..." Han Lin really wanted to pry his head open now, to see what was going on in his brain.

Han Lin was extremely speechless in his heart, "I didn't see that none of my three magic cards were nervous, those who drew Huazi drew Huazi, and those who played the flute played the flute"

Han Lin looked at Zhao Tian with some pity, this guy's head is not full of Ollie, right?

"Why don't you talk? Are you afraid?" Zhao Tian still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and he was still talking to himself.

Han Lin said with a headache: "I'm afraid."

Zhao Tian was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "You Han Lin are very rigid, why do you know you are afraid? It's too late to say anything now, but if you kneel down and call me Dad a few times, I can let you go."

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Zhao Tian's mouth, and he thought to himself: "When he kneels down to beg for mercy later, let the devil strangle his magic card to death, it must feel very good, hehe"

Han Lin shook his head, looked at Zhao Tian with the eyes of an idiot, and said slowly

"I'm scared. I'm afraid that if I continue to talk to you NT thing, my IQ will be lowered by you!"

Then ignore Zhao Tian's angry and resentful eyes.

He said to Sun Wukong below: "Brother Monkey, hurry up and get rid of his magic card, go home and drink birdie vodka!"

Sun Wukong smiled confidently, carried a golden cudgel, and made an OK gesture to Han Lin behind him.

"OJ8K! My old grandson will come back as soon as he goes"

Seeing this, Yasuo played the flute, and gave Brother Monkey a BUG

"Steel Torrent" sounded.

Everyone looked at Brother Hou's back with a powerful and unstoppable momentum.

Brother Monkey also suddenly said