In the southern wilderness, murderous intent surges into the sky, shattering the wind and clouds thousands of miles away.
"Heifeng, you damn traitor!"
The wings turned into swords, tearing apart the frightening wind that swept through. Looking at the black bear that was about a hundred feet tall and shaped like a hill, King Xiao Hanchan was frightened and angry.
"Heifeng, you are also a member of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan. How can you associate with humans and massacre your fellow humans?"
Feeling the unfavorable situation on the battlefield, suppressing the anger in his heart, King Xiao Hanchan wanted to fight for one or two more.
This black bear is getting more powerful now. Its cultivation level has reached 9,500 years, which is even weaker than it. With its superb frightening wind, ordinary high-level demons are not its opponent at all, let alone
He also has a powerful top-grade treasure in his hand.
However, the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan has declined greatly in recent years. First, the death of its father, King Hanchan, and then the bat master clan was annihilated. In addition, the previous expedition failed, and the Monster Clan has been weakened.
Not only has the strength not improved, but it has declined a lot because the living space has been squeezed by humans.
Under such circumstances, Little Cicada King has been holding his breath in his heart, that is, to break through the realm of the Demon King, reorganize the Southern Wilderness Demon Clan, and let the human race pay for its blood debt.
Over the years, its cultivation has reached the limit of ten thousand years, but it has been unable to take the last step to understand the cicada leaves left by its father. It finally made some progress, but the human race launched another attack, this time far away
It is more fierce than before, and has the potential to annihilate the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan.
Hearing the words of Little Hanchan King, he remained silent. A contemptuous smile appeared on the rough bear's face. The black wind threw a gray-white hill and hit it directly at Little Hanchan King. This is its natal spiritual mountain, Wind Howling Mountain.
, is also an extremely powerful treasure, combining the weight of earth and the purity of wind.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"
The mountain fell like a meteor, carrying boundless force, the black wind lingered around the mountain, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and howling, which shocked people's hearts. This is the magical power of Longhu Mountain - Flying Stone.
The little Han Cicada King's little thoughts are very clear to Black Wind, but it doesn't know that it is fine if it doesn't try to break through the Demon King. Maybe it can survive a little longer. Once it tries to break through, it will inevitably attract dragons and tigers.
With the gaze of the mountain man, the danger of death is right in front of him. That man will not tolerate the birth of another demon king from the Southern Wilderness Demon Clan.
"Stubborn!"
Seeing the black bear demon behave like this, and feeling the danger brought about by falling into the spiritual mountain, the murderous intention in Xiao Hanchan King's heart rose.
"Since you want to die, then I will help you. Do you really think that you can compete with me by working as a cow or a horse for humans and getting a few bones as a reward?"
Wearing the clothes of the Cicada King, with aura rising all over his body, and the cicada wings spread out behind his back, the Little Han Cicada King slashed away the Black Wind Envoy's treasured weapon, the Wind Howling Mountain, with a strong stance.
With its own ten thousand years of cultivation, coupled with the blessing of the Cicada King's legacy, it has few rivals in the Great Demon Realm. Although Black Wind is not weak in terms of cultivation or methods, it is still inferior compared to it.
A little.
After breaking through Hei Feng's magical power, his abdomen bulged and bloomed with a blue spiritual light. The Little Han Cicada King once again exhaled a chilling energy that was like a wandering dragon. The moment it appeared, the sky was covered with snow and thousands of miles of ice.
Kacacacaca, baring its teeth and claws, like a living creature, it emits a long dragon's roar, carrying the wind and snow, and the chilling air rushes straight towards the black wind, trying to tear it apart.
The cold air was intense, and the monster's body was stained with frost. At this moment, Black Wind wanted to hide but couldn't. Seeing such a scene, Little Han Cicada King showed a sneer on his face.
This time humans invaded on a large scale, and the forces mobilized were indeed powerful. Not to mention the large-scale Taoist soldiers, monks, and the spirit boats in the sky, there were six high-ranking Yin gods who appeared on the battlefield.
Strong, but what it was most worried about did not happen, otherwise it would have tried to escape immediately. Now it still has a chance.
But at this moment, the sense of crisis in his heart exploded. He looked up at the sky and saw a big bone arrow reflected in his compound eyes. The smile on King Xiaohan's face froze.
"Am I going to... die?"
It seemed that the destined death was about to come, and the demon soul of Little Hanchan King was stained with a touch of gray, and for a while he did not make any decent resistance.
Hum, the cold cicada's slough exudes an astonishing chill, pointing directly at the soul, trying to awaken the mind of the little Han Cicada King, but at this time it is already too late.
"The golden cicada escapes..."
Getting rid of the involvement of death, its consciousness returned to clarity, and its eyes were about to burst. King Xiaohan wanted to use his life-saving magical power, but in the end he was a step too late. The other party seized on its weakness of insufficient spiritual practice and grasped its mind.
Time to let down your guard.
"No..."
Foreseeing his own death, Little Hanchan King wailed unwillingly. It has not yet become the demon king, it has not yet replaced its father to support the Hanchan clan again, it has not yet settled with the human race, and it still has too many things to do.
Do it, but in the next moment, all its thoughts will become empty.
Hey, the pale mysterious light penetrated the void, exuding the will of death that made all things wither. Under the gaze of everyone, King Xiao Hanchan was nailed to the earth. The demon soul was extinguished, and there was no sound in an instant. The Death Killing Bow was
The real treasure of killing contains the true meaning of death. Monsters such as Little Han Cicada who do not grasp the true meaning will definitely die after being hit by an arrow.
Before dying, it followed a mysterious feeling and crossed thousands of mountains. It saw a bear on a mountain peak. It stood on the peak, looking down at the mountains, with two wings on its back, wrapped in thunder and lightning, and holding a white bone.
The big bow has extraordinary power. It was the arrow it shot just now.
"Taoist tools..."
Unable to close his eyes, Little Hanchan King always stares at the north.
With the death of the Little Hanchan King, the last hope of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan has also disappeared. Once upon a time, the Southern Wilderness Monster also had many powerful characters, such as the Black Dragon King who possesses rare treasures, and Tao who possesses some power of the Dao of the Universe.
Mother, these monsters have great potential, and they all have the possibility of becoming monster kings in this era.
But after several conquests, these potential monsters were basically destroyed. The remaining ones were either too weak in cultivation or had limited potential, and could not become anything at all. Only King Xiao Hanchan, the son of the Demon King, could
Hope, and now King Xiao Hanchan is dead.
"Kill!"
Taking advantage of the situation, the Changsheng Dao Alliance quickly tore apart the monster's defense line, and for a while there were mournful wailings everywhere.
Breaking free from the shackles of the cold air and looking at the little Han Cicada King crucified on the ground, Hei Feng felt a little sad in his heart. The son of a generation of demon kings had fallen like this. His origin and qualifications were both the best choice, but it was a pity that he did not understand the general situation.
With the one from Longhu Mountain here, the sky in the Southern Wilderness is the sky for the human race. If it were the other party, they would either give up everything and escape to the South China Sea as early as possible, or take the initiative to serve under the one from Longhu Mountain.
Of course, many things are easy to say but difficult to do. Wealth, fame, and favor are like invisible threads that bind every sentient being, preventing them from being free.
"The trend is irreversible."
"I can't fall behind."
The emotion in my heart flashed away. Holding the Wind Howling Mountain in my hand, the black bear demon blew up the black wind and swallowed up thousands of monsters.
The monster clan is a big concept, and has never been a close group. Otherwise, it would not have been used as cannon fodder by King Xiao Hanchan, and if it were to attack these monsters, it would at least have a life left.
The most important thing is that it has longed for Longhu Mountain's inherited magical power, Breathing Wind, but this is the fundamental inheritance of Longhu Mountain. Very few disciples of Longhu Mountain can pass it on. If it wants to obtain its inheritance, it still needs to work hard.