Wang Xuuzhi led the crowd and bombarded Han Sanqian's back for a whole round.
The Immortal Mysterious Armor hidden inside Han Sanqian's body had turned from purple to red on the back. Apparently, attacking one place in turn had made that part of the Immortal Mysterious Armor difficult to withstand.
And everyone began to realize that Han Sanqian's injuries were worsening rapidly.
This made a group of people finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"I thought you were really made of steel, but I didn't expect that you couldn't bear it anymore." Wang Xuuzhi sneered viciously.
"Your Majesty is really both talented and political. If you attack harder, even if Han Sanqian is really steel, he will be turned into molten steel by us." Ye Gucheng complimented.
"Now this guy's body obviously can't bear it anymore. Take advantage of his illness to kill him," someone said.
With a bang, the elder Shoufeng became extremely arrogant.
"Damn it, wasn't this grandson very arrogant just now? Now he is treated like a dead dog and beaten by us? Damn it, you have offended our lonely city and dare to go against our lord. Lord, let this little one
One slap and I'm going to finish him off." Seeing that Han Sanqian was almost dead, Elder Shoufeng couldn't help but express.
Wang Huan smiled: "Since you want to take his life, then that's up to you. Anyway, I'm afraid of dirtying my hands."
The elder of Shoufeng took the order, smiled coldly, glanced at Ye Gucheng again, nodded, poured all the energy into his right hand, aimed at that part and struck out with a palm.
But at this moment, Han Sanqian's figure suddenly moved, and with a fierce backhand, he directly jammed the neck of the arrogant Shoufeng elder, and then flew straight towards the sky.
"Bang!"
The next second, Han Sanqian's figure was already in mid-air, and the body of Elder Shoufeng suddenly fell from mid-air, and with a muffled sound, it hit the ground heavily.
With his eyes wide open in fear and confusion, he could no longer move.
He was arrogant before, but he didn't understand what happened when he died.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, the Demon Banner fell to the ground like a frosted eggplant.
"What?"
"this......"
A group of people looked at each other. Everyone thought that Han Sanqian was dead. But who knew that this guy suddenly woke up, and some people didn't even understand what happened.
Everything happened so fast.
"Bang!"
The eighteen demon monks who were sitting and chanting sutras were also directly knocked down by the backlash due to the falling of the demon flag, and they could not help but vomit blood.
"The demon flag fell down? That guy..."
"How is this possible!"
The group of people were stunned. At this time, Wang Suzhi also hurriedly helped the leader of the Eighteen Blood Monks and said anxiously: "How could this happen?"
"He broke the formation." The leader monk endured the severe pain and sat up with the help of Wang Suzhi.
"It doesn't matter. If you use the Heavenly Demon Flag to trap that guy again, he will only have half his life left." Wang Xuuzhi said coldly: "Are you still able to hold on?"
"We have no problem, but..."
"But what?" Wang Huanzhi said anxiously.
The first monk shook his head sadly: "The Heavenly Demon Banner's vitality is severely damaged. Without half a year to repair it, I'm afraid it will be impossible to go to the battlefield again."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xuuzhi was so angry that he pinched the first monk's chest and said fiercely: "Didn't you tell me that the Heavenly Demon Flag is the most precious treasure of the Demon Sect? Even if someone accidentally escapes from the formation, it can be used again?"
Now, you're telling me there's something wrong with it?"
Wang Xuuzhi, the king of Tianmo Banner, has just experienced it, so he naturally likes the effect of this thing very much.
Now that it suddenly cannot be used, how can Wang Xuuzhi not be angry!
"Yes, theoretically, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one levels of Buddhist heavenly demons living in the heavenly demon flag. Even if someone has a strong heart and can break the formation, there are also eighty-level heavenly demons inside that can be activated at any time. But the problem is...
"Speaking of this, the first monk glanced at Han Sanqian in mid-air with fear.
"What's the problem?" Wang Xuuzhi followed his gaze and became even more angry.
His people were actually afraid.
"The problem is that Han Sanqian met a demon Buddha." The first monk said in embarrassment.
Wang Huan was stunned and couldn't help but let go of the monk, and his whole body staggered in confusion.
Monster Buddha?!
What Han Sanqian met turned out to be a demon Buddha?!
Isn't this the strongest demon among the ninety-nine and eighty-one levels of demons in the demon banner? In other words, it is because of the existence of the demon Buddha that the demon banner can be called the demon banner, and it can also be called the treasure of the demon gate.
But why could Han Sanqian meet him?!
"This person has a very strong state of mind. He is the person with the strongest state of mind that I have ever met." The first monk shook his head and said.
With Han Sanqian's many years of forbearance on earth, he has already trained his mental state to be extremely strong. In addition, the mental training in the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book has already been very comparable to that of others.
Meeting a demon Buddha for the first time is already the best "compliment" and affirmation.
"The Demon Buddha has been destroyed, and the Demon Banner's vitality has been severely damaged. He will not be able to fight again in a short time. Besides, even if he can fight again, what is the point for him?"
After hearing this, Wang Suzhi slowly raised his head and stared at Han Sanqian in mid-air.
