Chapter 625 Ninety-five statues in the world, Bai Yujing in the sky
Deep in the Great Wilderness.
The spicy sunshine shines on the magma world, and the clouds in the sky are burning like flames and drifting in all directions.
The cracked land changed into mountains and roads, and this once-the-fox territory.
It has long been beyond recognition.
When a fire talisman pierces the sky, the hot earth magma flows back and gradually becomes calm.
It took about a cup of tea.
In the rolling magma crack, a ray of demonic energy that was extremely powerful rose into the sky and flew out.
"Holy Lord!"
Dozens of demon cultivators guarding the edge of the flames knelt down and bowed together. Their eyes followed the rising Holy Lord Fulong, and their eyes were shocked. At this time, the Holy Lord Fulong was still burning with raging fire on his feet.
The breath is disordered and weak.
throat!
The Holy Lord Fulong, wrapped in fire, suddenly showed his true form, and it turned out to be a huge miser that was ten thousand feet long.
Sound wavelength whistles.
In an instant, lightning and thunder roared, the sky torn apart, and the roaring roar had the ability to call the wind and rain. In an instant, the heavy rain was pouring out, and the falling rain extinguished the flames on his body. However, the magma on the terrain could not be extinguished in one day or two days.
Squirt!
Flashes of lightning cut through the sky.
The aura of the Holy Lord Fulong gradually subsided and turned into a human form again. His feet were burned into charred by the fire, but he didn't care. He just used his hand to turn a knife and cut off his feet.
The broken feet are filled with blood!
It seems to be healing.
However, the healing speed is not very fast.
suddenly.
The Holy Lord Fulong opened his bloody eyes and looked at the demon cultivators who were kneeling and worshiping. He raised his hand and shot in the air. Two demon emperors at the peak of the eighth realm screamed and turned into two balls of essence and blood and fell at his feet.
The Fulong Saint King quickly reborn with his feet.
There is tranquility around it.
The living demon cultivator was trembling, and even the big demon who entered the Ninth realm lowered his head and did not dare to breathe.
"Tiange, Hushuo failed to protect my son, so he could only become a part of my body. This is their glory. When I win the throne one day, I will recall them to serve me.
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An extremely huge chair appeared behind the Holy Lord Fulong. He sat down slowly, hung in the air, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing again, and a rumbling thunder sounded from his body.
After a while, the Holy Lord Fulong opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Can you run away, what about your junior brother? He is not so lucky."
Wow! Wow!
At this moment, a black crow flew in the sky.
It circled a few times above the head of the Fulong Saint Lord and landed on the seat behind the Fulong Saint Lord. One eye looked at the kneeling demon cultivators, and the other eye emitted a faint light, as if it was conveying some information.
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The Fulong Saint Lord, who had already lost his anger, raised his lips little by little, and was extremely angry, but laughed. He raised his hand and said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Holy Lord."
The demon cultivators stood up and secretly looked at the master. Some of them breathed a sigh of relief, while the great demon emperors who were close to the Holy Lord of Fulong lowered their heads again.
A demon king raised his head and bowed his hand to compliment: "Saint Lord, you are powerful and have seriously injured your Master's student. Although he escaped, he must still be in the Great Wilderness. He is willing to bring three hundred monsters to capture the other party!"
"Well, very good. Are there fewer three hundred monsters? I will give you another three thousand people, how about?" Fulong Saint Lord stroked his fingers, and the smile on his face became even more intense.
"No! The Holy Lord, just a human practitioner, dares to scatter in the wilderness, and he is simply unaware of his life or death."
The demon emperor bowed his hand and turned around to escape. After a while, he gathered 300 monsters and rushed towards the depths of the Great Wilderness with great momentum.
However, the three hundred monsters and the demon emperor had just flew far away when Fulong Saint Lord raised his hand, and a demon sword flew out of his palm and flashed away. When the demon sword returned, the blood at the tip of the knife was still free.
The seepage.
“Arrogant, ignorant.”
Fulong Saint Lord licked the blood on the tip of the knife, looked around for a while, and said coldly: "Last night, the inheritor of the Dragon Slaying Mountain killed fifty-two demon kings, three hundred and sixty big monsters, and the green dragon was slapped thousands of miles away.
Flying sword takes off his head, do you still think such a person is weak?"
"What!"
The words of the Holy Lord Fulong made the demon cultivators present sucked in disbelief.
"How could it be?"
The practitioners of the demon clan were noisy and ups and downs, so of course they would not doubt the words of the Holy Lord Fulong. However, such a result was difficult for them to accept.
Fifty-two demon kings.
This means that all the ten demon clans entering Qingyuan Mountain have fallen.
Such losses.
For the Great Wilderness Demon Clan, it has never been seen before.
Even in the past century, only fourteen demon emperors have died at the hands of the human race!
The top ten demon saints of the Great Wilderness can only be granted a demon emperor every ten years.
The imperial palace of Wan Yao City can be granted a demon emperor for three years.
The Great Wilderness is very big, even bigger than the sixteen human states combined.
The reason why there are so many demon kings in Qingyuan Mountain is that all the tribes of the Great Wilderness are fighting for territory.
It can be said that the elites are coming out.
The loss of so many demon emperors at once means that the demon emperor who Fulong Saint Lord secretly lost more than half of the demon emperor who had been planning for a hundred years.
No wonder the Holy Lord was so angry and laughed wildly.
Even if you completely obtain the territory of the fox clan, you will definitely be taken away by other demon emperors, ancient spirit clans and real spirit clans in the future.
The witty demon cultivators were already secretly thinking about finding another big tree as their support.
puff!
puff!
The demon cultivators were in amazement.
The Holy Lord Fulong suddenly threw out the demon sword and cut off the heads of two demon emperors from the Ninth Realm.
The Holy Lord Fulong threw the two heads into the sea of fire, looked around for a while, and said, "Who can pick Gu Yusheng's head? I will accept him as the Holy Son!"
The demon cultivators looked at each other, and a light of escape quickly disappeared, and then more light of escape disappeared into the sky.
After a moment.
There was no one around Fulong Saint Lord.
A gust of wind blew.
The black crow that was perched on the seat suddenly burst into black light, spoke in his mouth, and his voice was hoarse:
"Your Excellency could not beat Master's third student, a hundred years ago, and used the excuse of holding a letter from the other party. Three hundred years later, you can't even keep Master's tenth disciple? It seems that you haven't had too many in recent years.
Grow forward.”
The Holy Lord Fulong stretched out his hand and pinched the black crow in his hand. His facial muscles trembled violently, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he said gloomyly:
"You are the one who plans the plan, and you are the one who runs the throne. Why? Things didn't work out, but I blamed me instead. You secretly asked my son to join the Lingge and lost his life. I will sooner or later this account.
For sure, you who will only hide in the darkness can really open up the shackles of this world?! Joke!"
The Holy Lord Fulong crushed the black crow in his palm.
Blood mist filled the whole body.
In the blood mist, a black shadow appeared and faintly appeared.
"So, you are unwilling to cooperate with Lingge?"
"That's right!"
A sneer appeared on the corner of Fulong Saint Lord's mouth.
"Leaving you, I will find a way to the other side!"
The Holy Lord Fulong raised his hand and a demon knife pierced the black shadow.
"Don't think I can't see it. Your soul is weak now."
Accompanied by screams, the black shadow gradually dissipated.
The voice echoed in the air: "I hope you don't regret it."