Half an hour later, Zhan Tian didn't know how many opponents he had killed. He punched no less than a thousand times and was able to take away one person each time.
The scene was very strange. The white-robed priest who spoke, retreated with a sullen face, neither taking action nor stopping, as if the dead soldiers had nothing to do with him.
Because he had to prevent Mo Qin from being injured, Zhan Tian could only use his own body to resist. Unknowingly, there were many wounds on his body, and blood flowed out. In many places, the bones were already visible.
Moqin was shy from the beginning, after all, her thighs were hugged by Zhan Tian's strong arms, but her body also felt the soaking of Zhan Tian's blood, and she began to worry. She was too strong. She could kill thousands by one person.
An eighth-level expert, probably even his father, a peak eighth-level expert, couldn't do it.
Touched and heart-thrilled. A man who protects her with his own flesh and blood is probably the dream lover of all women.
Step by step forward, the white-robed priest stepped back step by step. More than a thousand dead soldiers in the passage had been cleared away.
Looking at the panting Zhan Tian, the white-robed priest's eyes were complicated. He was so strong. He was probably one of the strongest people hidden by the Demon Clan. He had never seen him before, and there was no information about him. Could it be that he was from the Demon Clan?
The hidden strong man, the Demonic Dragon Clan, was so well hidden. He had already spread the information, and he immediately disappeared as soon as he took his fingerprints.
Zhan Tian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the white-robed priest disappear. He hadn't fought in such a bloody battle for a long time. In the past, he always fought with death, and he had almost forgotten such a hearty battle.
He gently put the magic piano into his arms, checked it, and found that it was only stained with some blood from his own wound, and he breathed a sigh of relief again.
"Oh my God, Brother Tian, you can run away by yourself..." Mo Qin looked at Zhan Tian who was sweating profusely and covered in blood, and said with a complicated expression.
"Haha, I can't do it. My heart will hurt if I let such a beautiful woman like you stay..." Zhan Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was not afraid of being injured, not even of death, but it was pleasing to him to see him with his own eyes.
, even the woman he wanted to possess was injured, and he really couldn't do it. It's a pity that he, who has reached the peak of the eighth and ninth levels, has not succeeded in making the magic piano grow a demon. Damn it, once a day.
At this moment, his inner space is very unstable. If he were an eighth-level expert, those dead objects would be okay, but those saved demon creatures would most likely die due to space annihilation. Even the magic piano would die and turn into
Own energy. If the demon seed is successful, then it is easy to say that the demon seed space can be removed alone.
"But if you don't leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave. I feel more and more powerful people appear outside..." Moqin said with moist eyes. Although Zhan Tian's words were very smooth, but
But he really protected her with his flesh and blood. She didn't know how strong he was, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand the crowd, not to mention he was already injured.
"Haha, then let's kill him..." Zhan Tian wanted to leave, and indeed no one could stop him, but he felt bad leaving the demon creatures in this laboratory alone, and left with the magic piano, I'm afraid
He will despise himself for the rest of his life.
The strong must take care of the weak, only then can they be worthy of the heart of the strong.
Three hours later, all the demon creatures in the third-floor laboratory, and even some non-demonic creatures, as long as they could be saved, were brought into the inner space by Zhan Tian. These guys were really lucky, and their strength was only four.
At level five, the key is that you can still succeed by planting a demon in one go.
He punched open the iron door of the laboratory, and Zhan Tian walked out carrying the magic piano.
"Haha, you are very capable of fighting, a strong man from the Demonic Dragon Clan, but you should never, never come here, let alone destroy the data in our laboratory. Aren't you able to fight, a 300,000-level eight strong man?
Is that enough?" A priest in red stared at Zhan Tian with a look of hatred and spoke in a deep voice.
"Three hundred thousand, just give it a try and you will know..." Zhan Tian touched his nose. The eighth-level forces are indeed confident. They can gather so many eighth-level strong men so quickly. Although there are only a few at the peak.
, but there are tens of thousands of high-level ones.
"Sealing the sky!"
Zhan Tian looked at a white-robed priest who was just over fifty meters away from him, smiled and punched him. This guy was the priest who just appeared in the laboratory, and he should be the one who sent the message.
Sensing the dangerous aura coming, the white-robed priest wanted to dodge, but his reaction was too full. Without even crushing the defensive scroll in his hand, it completely turned into a ball of energy and poured into Zhan Tian's body.
A prince of the demon royal family, this is the information Zhan Tian got from the memory of the remnant soul. He actually faked his death and joined the gods because he did not fight for the position of prince. The traitor should really deserve to die. From his memory, Zhan Tian already knows,
Under this guy's plan, he instigated the rebellion of the demon beast king, and hundreds of thousands of demon creatures were used for experiments to study demon dragons...
The death of the white-robed priest completely ignited the flames of war.
Compared with the space in the laboratory, the space here is spacious, and twenty people can besiege Zhan Tian at the same time. If you include the mechanical clan holding thermal weapons in mid-air, there are even more. Zhan Tian has to face at least five
Ten people.
Mo Qin has been so scared that she has closed her eyes. Death is coming soon. This fool will not be lonely if he dies with him. However, the time of knowing each other is too short. Tears quietly slide down his cheeks, crying.
Zhan Tian’s shoulders were wet.
After half a cup of tea, the pain had not yet come. Moqin couldn't help but open his eyes, only to see a thin gray energy shield surrounding his body. Several pieces of flesh and blood had fallen off Zhan Tian's back.
There were even a few bones that were broken.
How could the mobilization of the 300,000 level 8 experts from the God Clan be hidden from the Demon Clan? No matter how big the Demon Clan was, and no matter how slow their reaction, after an hour, three Demon Kings had appeared. Looking at the scene in front of them, the three Eight
The top level demon king was shocked.
A black-shirted young man from the demon race fought against three hundred thousand level eight gods of the gods alone. In their eyes, he was a god or a demon. With every breath he took and every punch he threw, one or more powerful men fell.
"Long Si, why don't you introduce me? Your Demonic Dragon Clan is really well hidden. How could such a peerless powerful man be used to protect the little princess?" A bear man grinned loudly.
"...I don't know him, maybe it's the Hidden Dragon Guard." A bearded man said awkwardly.
"Pretend, keep pretending, don't you recognize your elder brother's Hidden Dragon Guard? You say you don't recognize such a powerful person?" A woman from the Medusa tribe swung her tail and spoke with disdain.
"I, I really don't know him, I swear..." Long Si became anxious.
"Okay, how long will our army last?" The bear man roared loudly, letting his brother fight against so many protoss alone. If he hadn't been afraid of rushing in and becoming a burden, he would have transformed and fought in.
"We, the Dragon Clan, still have six more hours..." Long Si said with a bitter look on his face. He was also aggrieved. He was the strongest among the three, but even he could fight against ten eighth-level experts at most.
These fifty or so strong men were besieging them, and they would probably be cannon fodder if they entered.