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

Wenber felt a chill on his back. He underestimated the young man in black robe again. No wonder this guy was fearless. It turned out that he was actually hiding so many powerful backhands. Now he was completely angry and wanted to kill the three of them with one.

Even though the two doors were opened, with his terrifying divine consciousness, he still couldn't see clearly what they existed. But what was about to come out made him feel as dangerous as the young man in black robe, and he must be a peerless demon again.

‘But where is the essence of the young man in black robe hidden? It’s better to start first!’

A tiny snow lotus was spit out from Wimber's mouth, and it continued to soar in the air. When it approached the front of the gate, it was as big as a football field, and the stamens were aimed at the deep door.

With the obscure and unexplainable chanting, the surface of the giant snow lotus' stamens flashed wildly, with six translucent crystal ropes, vague white light bursting out, and instantly shot into the depths of the door.

"Brother Wang, just three mid-stage human clowns, just shouted me out. Isn't it a bit disrespectful?"

A bitingly cold and extraordinary red wind rolled out from the door. The six crystal ropes were stretched straight in an instant, as if they had been grabbed by someone, and a green voice came from it.

Then there was a blurry shadow, stepping on a red sun, flying out silently, and the six ropes wherever they passed were held by a bone-killing claw, and melted and disappeared inch by inch.

The stamens of the giant snow lotus immediately dried up and fell off. Wen Bo was shocked and quickly cast a spell and made tricks. Countless white light burst out from the two petals, fusing into a thick beam of light, and hitting the flying figure like lightning.

Boom--!

The space collapsed, and the loud noise shook the past and present. In the world made of red and white, the dead bones and claws were immediately shattered, the two doors collapsed and disappeared, the surface of the snow lotus was also much dimmed, and flew back to Wimber's hand. When he looked closely, he felt extremely painful.

"I didn't want to pay attention to these guys. They were fighting each other. I remember that you were just going to the late stage. If you swallow two human souls of the same level, you can end your retreat and directly experience it in the fairy world. It is of great benefit to becoming a saint. You must kill them as quickly as possible."

On the other side, over Hong Fengyu, who was still concentrating and alert, a young man in black robe suddenly appeared, staring at him coldly with a look down at the common people.

The one who walked out of the door turned out to be a pretty boy. After hearing this, he lit up his eyes. Then he smiled and looked at Wenbo. Suddenly, he had a dozen times more gloomy. Greed and coldness filled the void in an instant.

"Well! That guy is so bad. You and I will solve these two. Let's leave here quickly. It's not a good thing to go deep into the fairy world!"

After being born to the troll, Zang Cang Zhanjun felt great insults, but even though he was angry, he was entangled by the tall demon shadow in front of him and could not distract himself from helping him.

The three of them suddenly regretted it. They never expected that the young man in black robe had so many powerful backs, and they could not do anything about one. At this moment, there was another demon-level existence. The situation was so harsh and the situation was so fierce, and life and death were so urgent in an instant.

How could Wenber and Hong Fengyu not know that the next blow will determine their fate and life or death? The two were selected by a pair of powerful enemies in the late stage of the Demon Lord. Fighting alone is equivalent to seeking death.
Chapter completed!