Chapter 400

"No way." The messenger's eyes trembled and hit the turtle shell to block the magic dragon. This blow made the turtle shell tremble and hum. Then the turtle shell moved to the demon lord under the protection of the voice. The Qi and blood all over the body suddenly burst out. A black light suddenly appeared on the messenger's head. As a big demon who has lived for almost ten thousand years, it was terrible to burst out at this moment.

The five black lights of the Xuanwu claw mang tore through the space and roared to the Demon Lord with a terrible momentum.

"Just because you are not the cultivation of the kingdom of God, you want to stop me. You are looking for death." The Demon Lord did not put the messenger in his heart at all. He slapped it out. The void was broken like a mirror. The torn space could not be integrated, and there were terrible cracks around. Annihilated the Xuanwu claw Mang, then turned to look at the Terran team, saw many people running crazy, and shouted: "stop them for me, none of them can escape for the king."

"Yes, Lord devil."

After hearing the order, the demon army smiled grimly and fired from behind the demon lord, like a steel wall, which stopped everyone. At the moment, Murong Qing smiled bitterly and said to Sun Yat Sen: "it seems that we are going to die here today. Is this the same death?"

Hearing murongqing's despair, Sun Yat Sen first comforted the greedy cat on his shoulder and solemnly said to murongqing, "believe me, we won't die today. I will never let you die here. We will leave alive."

Sun Yi made a heavy commitment to Murong Qing. Her sonorous and powerful words moved Murong Qing's heart. She put down the last trace of scruples and leaned firmly on Sun Yi's shoulder. At the moment, she still had no way to participate in the war with her cultivation of Shentai qichongtian. For Sun Yi, she only took it as the last comfort. I don't know why, she always couldn't see through this man much smaller than herself.

Feeling Murong Qingxin's beating sound, Sun Yi thought of finding an appropriate time to expose that he had collected the jade heaven hall. He also wanted to take Murong Qing away. In addition, he had two holy beasts in his hand. With the speed of the jade heaven hall, he still had a glimmer of vitality to escape back to the demon hall.

At the moment, the war between the demon lord and the messenger in the void is still continuing. The demon lord's momentum looks at the world, waves away the sky and collapses. Each palm can blow the messenger away, and spit blood out of his throat. If there was no king's turtle shell, I'm afraid the messenger would have died in the hands of the Demon Lord.

"Even if I tried to kill you today, it made you feel bad."

The emissary was angry, the surging black light poured out, and the momentum of the whole body soared wildly. In the blink of an eye, his strength increased a lot. One palm buzzed away, and the black light smashed the space. The whole person was like a mysterious turtle in the town of heaven, buzzing against the Demon Lord.

"The gap between you and me is like the sky and the ground. Even if you burn your life and essence, you will still not change the ending of this king's stepping stone." The demon lord walked forward slowly, his palm was black and plain, and stretched into the big hole of space.

The sound of a single voice was heard, and one arm of the messenger was held in Mo Zhu's hands. Then he saw the messenger screaming. His left side was dry and his face was slump. It was obvious that his hand had not only torn his arm but also absorbed his essence.

The strength of the Demon Lord is terrible. Even if the messenger burns Shouyuan, he is still not his first-hand enemy.

"Good pure energy, has contained a trace of King's artistic conception, good." The Demon Lord was intoxicated and waved his hand again. The wind and waves in the void suddenly soared. Like a rolling wave, the messengers rushed to him, and the messengers in the wind and waves were roaring and struggling. The black light rushed to the sky, but all the struggle was just struggle and futility. They came to the Demon Lord in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was a buzzing riot in the void.

"Demon lord, don't be crazy. Let go of the demon messenger."

One shadow after another came from the void. Everyone's momentum was not weaker than that of the messenger at the peak. Five people stepped over and fought together. A strong wind and angry wave cut off the devil's storm with the momentum of the divine Kingdom and pulled the messenger back to the five people.

"Well, you five are only one step away from breaking through the master of the God King. Your Terran is really a wonderful race. If there is no such prohibition, it will be your Terran world in the exile sea." The devil looked at the five people and said with a smile, "but even so, you just came to send feed to the emperor."

"We'll give it to five old and immortal. You go to the rear first."

One of them was a middle-aged man with a seemingly ordinary sword in his hand, but he exuded terrible sword Qi. He had a kind of intoxicating Qi. He was the drunken swordsman Zunjiu real person and a half King's great energy expert. He saw that he walked through the void like a sword, cut off a ten foot long sword Qi, broke the siege of the demons, sent the messenger into the Terran team and returned, A sword cuts away with pride, and the bright light of the sword kills a three eyed commander. The sword repair's killing is terrible.

Seeing this scene, everyone's originally desperate heart suddenly showed a glimmer of hope, became alive, and finally a strong man came to save them.

"The last details of our Terran, the half King strong, if they can't hit the demon lord, it's really over." The pale war master muttered to himself, his eyes focused on the war situation on that side in despair, and he didn't report much hope in his heart. These five and a half kings had not appeared before. They would bloom their brightest light when they destroyed the family, and they were the last barrier to protect the Terran.

"That old man was the elder in the palace that day." Sun Yi's eyes trembled and looked at an old man among the five. It turned out that the old man respected by the war master was a half King strong man. At the moment, he was not so sloppy as that day. He cleaned up very clean. He was wearing a golden war suit with a golden face, just like a god of war at dusk.

"Alas, in the past, my family will die anyway. My family leader has lived three thousand years and has long reached the deadline of longevity. He just uses my family's secret method, the method of withered wood rejuvenation, to minimize the consumption of his breath and delay the war.

There are those people. They are the half King details of the Lei family and the Dao sect. The other two, the wine immortal and the Jiang half king, are scattered people and do not belong to any family. "

Master Zhan sighed and poured a basin of cold water on the people, which made Sun Yi sigh in her heart. Today is the last battle of the half king. He knows that he is dead, but he is also going to die. Although master Lei and sect leader Dao had hatred with him when he first went to the palace, Sun Yi was moved by the generosity of the two half kings to die.