Your Chance Is Good, Now It's Mine!

After saying this, the town demon guards looked solemn.

Not everyone can think that the words of the demons are to drive them apart.

After all, many people have cultivated, cultivated, and practiced since they were young.

Even if he has lived for hundreds of years, he still doesn't know how to understand the world, let alone intrigue.

It's okay to let these town demon guards scream and rush to fight.

If they calm down and think with their brains, they will die.

Zhou Mingyi's words undoubtedly pointed out An Zhenfeng's vicious thoughts.

Ling Xuan glanced at him approvingly.

This late bloomer of the Tianhe Sect really has something extraordinary.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the trials and tribulations and the coldness of the world that Zhou Mingyi was able to penetrate like this.

A single sentence revealed the danger in Dark Zhenfeng's words.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The human race is indeed the most intelligent group among the three races."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, although I have read some books on the human race, it is still not as good as your human race."

"You're right, I didn't intend to let all of you go."

"Even if you hand over Ling Xuan, I will kill all the demon guards in this outpost."

An Zhenfeng laughed out loud.

He wasn't annoyed at all because Zhou Mingyi saw through his thoughts.

After laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped laughing, and said coldly, "However, even if you don't hand over Ling Xuan, what's the problem?"

"One orthodox commander and one deputy commander are now severely damaged by the power of the curse, and they have no combat power at all."

"Now this outpost is only left with formations that can support it a little."

"After the formation is shattered, can you rubbish alone stop me?"

All the town demon guards felt heavy in their hearts.

What An Zhenfeng said was the truth.

They couldn't stop the three Zenith True Demon Venerables at all.

Not to mention that one of them is the heir of the Great Heavenly Demon.

Xiong Yuanshan sighed softly, "In the end, we will die..."

His words are also equivalent to the voices of other town demon guards.

For many, death has become inevitable.

At the corner of the crowd, Lin Grotto-Heaven moved slightly.

I have scolded Ling Xuan ten thousand times in my heart.

"If it wasn't for Ling Xuan, how could these two Zenith True Demon Lord attack the outpost?"

"Damn it, I don't want to be buried with this kid!"

Lin Grotto-Heaven gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of hatred.

He doesn't want to die.

I don't even want to be buried with Ling Xuan.

He did have a way of surviving.

However, the price is very high.

Only by abandoning the martial spirit in his body can he save his own life.

That Wu Ling is the former follower of Wu Zu.

From the day he was born, Wu Ling lived in his body and grew up with him.

Although this martial spirit has no wisdom, he only knows how to help him.

But it can be said that without this martial spirit, he would have died somewhere long ago.

However, if he wanted to survive, he could give up everything.

Including this martial spirit.

"I have to be ready and ready to run."

Lin Grotto-Heaven moved his steps lightly, and has quietly reached the end of the crowd.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few guards behind him staring at his back, he would have wanted to walk down the city wall a long time ago.

"Both of you, come on, first break the formation of this outpost."

An Zhenfeng pointed casually.

An Zhenmang and An Zhenluan rushed forward.

An Zhenluan is the fifth heavenly demon who led many inferior demons to besiege the Black Tortoise 41 outpost this time.

"yes."

An Zhenmang, An Zhenchao, one on the left and one on the right, with purple-black demonic energy crazily gushing out from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the devilish energy condensed into two huge claws, which suddenly slapped towards the outpost.

hum!

Immediately above the outpost, a light appeared.

Like a big upside-down bowl, it enveloped the outpost.

It is the Octagon True Martial Formation.

boom!

The two monster claws collided with the eight-sided True Martial array.

There was an earth-shattering roar.

Filament cracks appeared immediately on the surface of the mask.

Not far away, the demon guard who was in charge of manipulating the formation exclaimed, "The top-quality spirit stones are consumed very quickly! Now there are only twenty yuan left!"

Feng Cang said in a low voice, "According to this speed, at most it can block the time of the two Zenith True Demon Lord's hundred breaths."

Zhong Baisheng slowly pulled out the blue long knife, and said in a deep voice, "Ning Tianying, Xiong Yuanshan!"

"The subordinates are here!"

Zhong Baisheng's face was serious, "You escort Commander Ling to the third floor, and join Lao Wang."

"Feng Cang and I will stay here, we will end the queen."

Although Ning Tianying and Xiong Yuanshan had foreseen it, their lips were still trembling.

Still can't speak.

"Why, want to disobey?"

"The Bafang True Martial Formation can only last a hundred breaths. Feng Cang and I can still delay a hundred breaths. You don't have much time."

"If you delay your breath now, the possibility of surviving will decrease by one point."

Zhong Baisheng said in a deep voice, "You are the most elite centurions, you should know what to do now."

"Our lives are worthless, but Ling Xuan's is!"

"Yes." Ning Tianying and Xiong Yuanshan took a deep breath, their eyes were red, and they roared forcefully.

They tried their best not to let the tears fall.

"Crying, hum, this is the inferiority of the human race."

An Zhenfeng saw Ning Tianying, Xiong Yuanshan and others with red eyes and tears rolling in them from a distance, and couldn't help sneering.

In his view, abandoning the old and weak, and abandoning the sick and disabled is an unchanging law.

Only in this way can an ethnic group become stronger and inherit and multiply forever.

It is precisely because of this that the Demon Race is extremely powerful, overwhelming the three races of Human Race, Monster Race, and Flood Dragon.

The so-called feelings and loyalty of the human race are not only useless in his eyes, but also drag himself down.

He was used to those human races who wanted to die for their relatives and friends.

Seeing this scene again at this time, the heart is even more contemptuous.

Hearing Zhong Baisheng's words and seeing the behavior of Ning Tianying and others, Ling Xuan's heart warmed slightly.

The human race does not have a tough body like the monster race, nor does it have the ancient inheritance from the real dragon like the dragon.

Even internally, there are often intrigues and strife.

But at every critical moment, there will always be guardians like Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang in the human race.

For the future of the human race, he is willing to sacrifice himself, even his life.

It is precisely because of the passing of the torch like this that the human race can break the enslavement of the demon race, break the shackles of the demon race, and become one of the masters of this world.

Thinking of this, Ling Xuan took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "The establishment of this outpost has already buried the lives of many town demon guards."

"If they give up so easily, I'm sorry for throwing their heads and shedding blood."

"Commander Zhong and Vice Commander Feng are unable to fight anymore, and I'm still here."

With a calm expression, he strode forward, standing in front of Zhong Baisheng, Feng Cang, and everyone.

Alone, open and frank, facing the three Zenith True Demon Lord in mid-air.

Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang were astonished.

Feng Cang immediately said anxiously, "Commander Ling, don't be stupid!"

Zhong Baisheng said even more sternly, "Ling Xuan! How can you fight against the three-headed Zenith True Demon Lord with your own strength!"

"If you can live, it is worth dozens of outposts!"

"If you die, you will be a disappointment to the demon guards who died in battle!"

He forced himself to go forward, reaching out to grab Ling Xuan's arm.

Seeing Ling Xuan holding the ancient and vast gun, he turned his head and said with a smile, "Is the three-headed zenith true Demon Lord? It doesn't seem to be very strong."