Chapter 442 In despair, the first generation appears!
If it is before retreat.
With the compassionate heart of the Stone Saint, he would choose to let the Bear Demon General leave and give him a way out.
But after leaving the customs this time.
He would never make the mistakes he had ever made.
then.
In the horrified gaze of the War Bear Demon General, the Shi Sheng's hands were flashing with strange luster. At this moment, the hand was invincible, allowing the War Bear Demon General to release the demonic energy to erode.
Also intact.
Click.
The Shi Sheng pulled off the head of the War Bear Demon General, and the demon blood gushed.
The vitality of the War Bear Demon General passed quickly.
But the great demons in this realm have extremely tenacious vitality.
then.
Shi Sheng continued to pull off his wings.
A throw away casually.
final.
He reached out and pressed his hand on the chest of the War Bear Demon General, shattering the organs of the War Bear Demon General.
Erased the other party's soul.
Soon after.
Everything is settled.
The War Bear Demon General was dead so much that he could not die any more.
Seeing this scene.
Luo Changhe couldn't help but take a breath.
Although he was still young at that time, he also knew his uncle's nature. His uncle was compassionate and could not bear to kill any creature.
But now this cruel scene.
This clean and neat method.
It made Luo Changhe feel a little unreal.
It's completely different.
The murderous intent in Shi Sheng's eyes gradually disappeared and returned to a clear state. He stood quietly and asked, "Where is the Holy Lord rushing to control the demons?"
Luo Changhe hurriedly said: "Lingzhou!"
"good!"
Shi Sheng said lightly: "Changhe, I'll leave this to you."
"Don't worry, uncle."
...
...
Lingzhou.
When the suppression of the demon aura became weaker and weaker.
The power of Rakshasa King is revived.
"Your death is here..."
The Rakshasa King spoke and looked down at the saints.
The saints' backs were cold, and the power of the Rakshasa king was completely beyond expectations.
now.
Both of them were injured, but in contrast, the Rakshasa King became stronger and stronger as he fought.
This is because of the fact that Hua Luo is there.
Whenever the Rakshasa King wants to kill, he is affected by Hualuo's full force.
otherwise.
Among all the saints, someone had already died.
But Hualuo is now exhausted.
"Demon God Transformation!"
Chen Ning whispered, and then blood boiled all over his body, and the body of the real dragon was moving at the extreme. For a moment, the surrounding world was spinning and the universe was reversed.
At this time.
I can only fight to the death!
"This is……"
When Rakshasa King saw this scene, he was also a little surprised.
This breath is a bit familiar.
It was the aura of the demon that had just suppressed him for a while.
but.
This time it's not just breath.
On Chen Ning's body, there were traces of magic flowing, and Chen Ning's eyes were pitch black.
In the dazzling light of magic.
A huge palm wrapped around countless spells emerged.
This is the palm of the demon god summoned by the Demon God Transformation.
This huge palm is thousands of feet tall.
Extremely majestic.
One hand is the same size as the complete Rakshasa king.
Give people a suffocating and oppressive feeling.
Chen Ning is now only able to display a little power of the Demonic Transformation.
Summon only one palm.
He has exhausted all his power.
This is why he has the body of a true dragon.
otherwise.
His original body was not enough to support him in completing this process.
King Rakshasa stared at the terrifying giant hand.
His throat rolled and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Unlike the aura of the demon god, this giant hand is a substantial magical power and powerful.
"We work together to create opportunities!"
The Holy Lord of Tianchi was clear-headed and knew that Chen Ning's magical power might be the key to dealing with the Rakshasa King.
He shouted loudly immediately.
The saint of the bone, the saint of the forgotten worries, the butchers, the demon ape, and the flower and Luo all took action at the same time.
They all released their most proud means to suppress Rakshasa King.
"Bone Clean!"
"The true self-binding magic technique!"
"The Killing God's Sword Technique, the Wind of the Hall!"
"roar!"
"Sledgehammer Eighty!"
For a moment.
The dazzling power of the saint is stirring in this space.
Horrible fluctuations are everywhere.
At this moment, the Rakshasa King's eyes sank, the demonic energy soared into the sky, and the demonic energy of the body protection spun rapidly, resisting those methods.
The demon god's palm was already suppressed with an unstoppable momentum.
The Rakshasa king held up the palm of the demon god with both hands.
A little difficulty appeared on his face.
"Ahhhh!"
King Rakshasa shouted loudly.
The next moment.
The demon god's palm gradually became illusory.
"Hahahahaha... I will never lose my king!"
A huge amount of demonic energy poured into his arms, and the Rakshasa King held up the demon god's palm. He pushed hard, and the demon god's palm was shattered.
The demonic energy around him suddenly stormed towards the surroundings.
The figures of the saints flew backwards.
Chen Ning was also exhausted, but he still struggled not to let himself fall.
"Human, you almost succeeded just now. If you enter the Saint Realm, I am afraid that I will die at your hands..."
The Rakshasa King laughed happily at this moment:
"What a pity... your magical power is not yet good, and you have no chance to enter the saint realm..."
The Rakshasa King said.
He stretched out a huge finger and crushed it down, and he wanted to crush Chen Ning to death.
"No!"
The Holy Lord of Tianchi flew over, pushed Chen Ning's figure away, and blocked the finger himself.
His kind face was covered with blood at this moment. He turned his head and spoke to Chen Ning: "Little guy... you are the hope of the Jiuzhou Realm... you have to live..."
"Go...go to Daxue Mountain...find the White Dragon King, it will protect you..."
The body of the Holy Lord of Tianchi was crushed by the demon finger.
Vitality gradually fades away.
Chen Ning's face was so gloomy that he stared at the Rakshasa King.
Endless hatred rises.
"Everyone, buy time for Sect Chen!"
The vicissitudes of the saint Wangyou also had a blood-red look in his eyes. He said to Hualuo again: "Girl, take him away."
Hualuo nodded.
Flying towards Chen Ning's figure.
She carried Chen Ning on her back and wanted to escape.
"Want to leave? Where is that easy?"
The Rakshasa king shouted angrily, and the demonic energy was suppressed.
Just then.
A ray of light suddenly lit up on the jade slip in Chen Ning's space bag.
A yawn rang in the void.
The vast demonic energy coming from the top turned into nothingness.
"Who?"
The Rakshasa King's eyes moved, and he was a little surprised.
"Of course he is a hero, and the hero is always the last to appear."
The sound was extremely familiar.
I deserve a very beaten-up.
Chen Ning saw the phantom appear in the void.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
The first leader!
It turned out that the first leader appeared!
"Hero? What kind of hero? It's just a remnant thought. I'm afraid you'll dissipate if I breathe it? Do you dare to pretend to be a ghost?"
King Rakshasa exhaled a breath to attack.
A huge demonic storm came.
The phantom of the first leader lets the storm get him involved.
After a moment.
The storm ceased.
The phantom of the first leader was still appearing in the void. He covered his mouth and nose and said, "I'll tell you, let's put the practice aside first, and you have to treat bad breath quickly..."