Although I don’t believe that Nanhong Seven Sons have the ability to pose a threat to him in front of Dragon Cave.

But Nanlong King glanced around subconsciously.

It was this sweep that made him realize something was wrong.

The Bluestone Hall was really too quiet, and despite such a big movement, none of my descendants and the many demon soldiers showed up.

The smell of blood that the tip of its nose smells, apart from its own body, can be detected by carefully identifying many familiar smells.

"The Seventh Son of Nanhong..."

The blood on his forehead flowed into Nanlong King's eyes, making his face become more distorted.

No wonder only three people came, and the remaining sect leaders of the Seven Nanhong Sons actually came to cause trouble in their own Dragon Palace.

The Southern Dragon King, who was about to take action boldly and risk Shen Yi's life to relieve the hatred in his heart, suddenly changed his expression after taking a step.

I saw dark figures gradually emerging from around the dim waters.

The weakest one among them is also in the Hedao realm!

Of course, creatures of this level cannot pose any substantial threat to the Southern Dragon King.

However, the somewhat exaggerated number still made it a little suspicious.

Until I saw the faces of these figures clearly.

The Southern Dragon King's eyes suddenly shrank into a thin line.

Not as imagined, the Seven Sons of Nanhong invited help from elsewhere.

Without exception, these figures are all demons!

And it looks quite familiar.

When the face of Ancestor Hanshan appeared in his sight, the Southern Dragon King finally couldn't help but take a step back.

"You're not dead?!"

It finally recognized that these were all demons from Xihong.

At this moment, these big demons all cast indifferent glances, and the gathering murderous intent almost solidified.

"You actually voted for the Seventh Son of Nanhong."

The Nanlong King gritted his teeth and finally understood the origin of Nanhong's strangeness.

But just in the middle of speaking, its expression changed again.

Are you kidding me? If it were as I guessed, then the acting skills of the previous Nanhong sect leaders would have been too realistic. Others would believe that Ye Jiu's reaction could never be fake.

Besides, with the poor background of Nanhong Seven Sects, how could they have the capital to win over these big demons?

On the contrary, the scene in front of him suddenly reminded him of another force.

The Southern Dragon King stared at Shen Yi, looked at her several times, and said in disbelief:

"Ten Thousand Demons Palace?"

"Are you the master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace?!"

Before he finished speaking, the Southern Dragon King instinctively retreated towards the dragon cave.

A force that could turn Xihong upside down and finally escape unscathed, how could he handle it in his current state?

At this moment, it bumped into a taller figure.

A hoarse whisper sounded in my ears.

"He is not the master of the palace, he is my master."

"I am the master of the East Palace."

"Grandpa Long, why don't you kneel down..."

"Worship my Lord!"

The whispers suddenly became several times louder, like thunder exploding!

The Southern Dragon King suddenly turned around and saw a giant humanoid dragon whose body was as bright as gilded gold.

There was a cruel smile on the other party's lips.

A pair of sharp claws had penetrated deeply into his back, and his ten fingers pinched the tight muscles, trying to tear him apart!

"ah!"

Under the severe pain, the Southern Dragon King burst out with a miserable howl, swung his claws and slapped Ke Shisan's shoulders hard, causing his tall and knotted shoulders to instantly shatter!

However, Ke Shisan's face did not change at all. He still smiled cruelly, and his claws tore apart the Dragon King's flesh bit by bit.

"Death to this king!"

The Southern Dragon King frantically mobilized his demonic power and dragon energy, and was about to crush the body of this strange dragon demon, when he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

It looked back in horror.

The dark red gown was rolled up, and Shen Yi had already stepped within a short distance of him. The aura on his body surged to the extreme, turning into a majestic mountain once again, making the entire blue sky move with it.

The slender right arm slowly stretched out, and the palm occupied by the blood talisman quickly enlarged in the sight of the Southern Dragon King.

Phew!

With the full support of Shenyue Zhen Qingtian, Shen Yi's palm touched the knife wound he had deliberately left on Nanlong King's neck before, and then penetrated it fiercely.

In the midst of the scalding demon blood, he clenched the Nanlong King's cervical vertebrae tightly.

At the same time, needle-shaped gray mist rippled from Shen Yi's fingertips and poured into the limbs and bones of the Southern Dragon King.

The gray mist condensed by the ruthless path of endless resentment is far more ferocious than the previous pure murderous intention.

Madness erodes the muscles and bones of the Southern Dragon King.

"You... you!"

The Southern Dragon King's throat was penetrated, and his voice was unclear, but it was full of the most real fear.

Behind it, violent demonic power poured into its body along Ke Shisan's palms.

The scarlet demon power and gray mist raged at the same time, coupled with the demon body that was already seriously injured and had not had time to recover. The combination of many factors finally made the Southern Dragon King feel a touch of death.

It tried desperately to break free.

Like a knife, Ke Shisan pulled out two palms covered in flesh and blood, and then held the Nanlong King tightly in his arms. His two thick arms squeezed the Nanlong King's body to the point of deformation and distortion!

Crunch! Crunch!

"Where do you want to escape to..."

Ke Shisan's whisper was like a reminder to the Southern Dragon King.

It could no longer look back and was forced to stare into Shen Yi's calm eyes.

After learning Shen Yi's true identity and seeing those gray eyes again, the Southern Dragon King trembled all over.

Even the powerful monsters in the later stages of the Heaven Realm will regard him as their master, and are even willing to die for him.

The terror level of this Nanyang Sect Master may have exceeded his expectations.

"I am also... willing to... serve you as my Lord..."

It used its last strength to speak out the words of begging for mercy.

Shen Yi felt that the cervical vertebrae between her palms had finally become much brittle under the erosion of the gray mist.

The gray fog in his eyes slowly faded, and a hint of exhaustion appeared in the dark pupils.

No response was given.

Shen Yi just clenched her fingers seriously until a dull sound sounded in her palms.

Click!

Almost at the same time, the raging demon power instantly tore apart the body of the Southern Dragon King.

All the dense gaps that had only been healed collapsed.

All the gray mist surged together, wrapped around its still beating heart, and crushed it instantly!

"..."

The eyes of Nanlong King gradually turned gray.

It stared at Shen Yi blankly.

Watching the young man slowly withdraw his palm from his throat.

The Southern Dragon King seemed to have lost all his strength, his head drooped, and he knelt down in front of the long robe with a plop.
Chapter completed!