Volume 1, Chapter 1031, the First Demon Lord (I)

Hong Fengyu and Zang Cang Zhanjun were full of Taoist charm. While continuing to fight, they also distributed some of their magic power to get out the things on the Taoist body.

In a rage, a long purple lightning sword was branded with the Yuanyuan by Zang Cang Zhanjun. There was a phantom of him on the blade. Under the madness, the holy weapon was forced to the limit. It was slashed down with one knife and turned into thousands of sword threads, cutting half of the void, and chopped it up, and cut it down. Yu Yaojiang's black-robed young man chopped it up.

Hong Fengyu grinned and kept thinking about it, as if he was using some kind of magic. A stream of light suddenly appeared above the young man in black robe without any warning, colorful but boiling like boiling water, instantly covering him within a radius of more than a thousand feet.

Then it fell heavily, with dense raindrops, all of which were filled with countless lights. The black-red umbrella that the young man in black robe originally protected above his head was immediately burned and full of holes.

Before he could be shocked and angry, a few piercing light spots twisted and turned into slender crystal lights, ignoring any defenses and instantly pierced his body.

A strong law of time suddenly surged out from above the crystal light, instantly rumbling down the spiritual pressure and breath of the young man in black robe back to the scene ten thousand years ago, and continued to retreat.

The realm of a young man in black robe fell from his peak to perfection in a blink of an eye, and was about to return to the late stage of the Demon Lord. In a few trances, time had been backed by 30,000 years, which was so terrifying.

Even Hong Fengyu itself turned around and returned a moment ago. Before the black fine needle was about to pierce, there was a dummy there that looked the same as him but was made of a puppet.

But after this spell cast, there were wrinkles on his face inexplicably, as if he had been aged by dozens of years, and his magic power disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Looking for death! Do you really think I can't kill you all?!"

The young man in black robe was extremely shocked, but he quickly sank into the blood river. The blood turned counterclockwise, as if there were ferocious beasts inside, and the breath of the realm declined soon recovered as before, and a shocking tremor occurred at the same time within thousands of miles.

"fall!"

As the main attacker, Wenber quickly strode forward when he saw this situation. Even though he felt the blood river surging, the arrogant and fierce demon was about to come out of the inside, he still rubbed his hands repeatedly, turning the three red and golden pointed cones into a straight line and stabbed them continuously.

The blood river exploded, and countless huge magic talismans rushed out from the explosion, condensed into a landscape painting of the Demon Realm, blocking three pointed cones, but the picture shattered after only a moment of maintenance.

However, a scene that surprised the three of them appeared, and the silence of the blood river returned to silence. No more could the breath of the young man in black robe. However, their minds were beating wildly at the same time, as if they felt a huge danger, so they quickly cast their own spells.

Zang Cang Zhanjun gritted his teeth and reached out to hold the long nail that was pierced into his back. He seemed to use all his strength and was trying hard to pull it out.

But the wound on the back became dry in a blink of an eye, and there was a lingering sensation around it. It seemed that the Taoist body had been drained from its vitality. Even the hands covering the spikes withered and were about to turn into powder.
Chapter completed!