Seven-two-two: Lanling is evil to the end! The magic ridge spurts blood!
The Demon Banner Battlefield!
The craziest devouring event in Lanling's history has ended.
But there were two people that he neither devoured nor killed, namely Madam Heisha and Prince Gutu!
Lan Ling's golden bloodline swallowed up this amount of energy, but it remained extremely silent, as calm as the vast sea.
He did not immediately use the energy to temper his body and improve his cultivation.
He first needs to deal with Mrs. Heisha and Prince Gutu.
The two men watched helplessly as Lanling sucked blood and devoured thousands of people. Their souls were truly shattered and their bodies were limp.
This scene reminded the mother and son of a person, the wild Motuo Empire in the north. That peerless strong man single-handedly established the entire Motuo Empire and even created a brand new demon clan, the blood-sucking demon clan.
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Although this demon clan is not recognized by the eight major demon clans, the blood-sucking demon clan is much stronger than the eight major demon clans. If it were not blocked by the ten-thousand-mile forbidden area of life in the Land of the Fall, the army of the Motuo Empire would have surged down.
Invading the entire southern wilderness.
"Strictly speaking, the Demon Lord is not dead, and all the strong men who were sucked into mummies by me are not dead..." Lan Ling said slowly: "Soon, they will open their eyes again and become immortals.
Do you know that a strong man will become my death warrior?"
Madam Heisha trembled: "I, I know! Just like the blood-sucking demons in the northern wilderness."
Lan Ling said: "Once they become my death warriors, they are like my puppets. Only a small number of death warriors can evolve into free and noble individuals. Most of them will become puppet warriors and become an extension of my will. I only need one
I can make the Death Warrior do anything with my thoughts. For example, Madam Black Veil, as long as I have my thoughts, you will strip off your clothes in front of a group of barbarian males and be ravaged by these barbarian males without any shame or shame.
No dignity."
As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Heisha shuddered.
Lan Ling said slowly: "You have two choices, become my death warrior, or die!"
Madam Heisha immediately knelt down and said: "I am willing, I am willing to be your death warrior, I am willing... I am willing!"
Prince Gutu also knelt down and said: "I am willing to become a death warrior..."
Neither mother nor son wanted to die.
Lan Ling showed an evil smile and said: "But between you two, mother and son, I will only accept one to become my death warrior, so one of you two will still have to die!"
As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Heisha and Prince Gutu showed expressions of despair.
The two looked at each other, and Crown Prince Gu Tu said tremblingly: "Mother, I am still young, and I have not even married and had children yet, please help me! Motherhood is great, please sacrifice for me once..."
Mrs. Heisha cried so much that she trembled on the ground and could not get up for a long time.
She really regretted it at this moment, why did she want to provoke Lan Ling?
Now not only is the Demonic Family completely destroyed, but she, the sister of the majestic Rakshasa King and the princess of the Rakshasa royal family, is also in dire straits.
She has completely lost everything. Not only has she lost her power, her family, and her dignity, she has even lost her humanity as a demon.
She raised her head, with a trace of sadness on her graceful and beautiful face, and said slowly: "Gu Tu, my son... you are my most beloved son, and you are my pride..."
Prince Gutu was delighted when he heard this and quickly kowtowed: "Thank you, mother, thank you, mother..."
Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Heisha held a spar hairpin, pointed it at her son Gu Tu's chest, and stabbed it fiercely!
"Puff..."
Prince Gu Tu's body trembled, and his eyes instantly opened to their maximum size, looking at his mother in disbelief.
Lan Ling stepped forward and gently patted Mrs. Heisha's vagina.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Heisha turned her back to Lan Ling and knelt down.
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Rakshasa City!
Unlike the Little Rakshasa Palace, the Elder's Palace in Mokan is not splendid at all, and is even far inferior to the Netherworld Prince's Palace, and even Sha Yan's Princess Palace.
The entire Elder's Mansion has only one color, and that is gray and black. It is about less than a hundred acres in size, has no garden, and even the house is not gorgeous, but looks very primitive.
Elder Mokan is equivalent to the prime minister of the Rakshasa clan. Of course, he does not live in such a primitive and simple mansion. The Rakshasa king tried to give him a gorgeous and huge manor several times, but he always refused.
Elder Mokan just wants to show everyone that not only is he not interested in the throne, he doesn't even have the slightest interest in power or enjoyment. He is truly pure and stoic.
The outside world has always viewed him this way.
But... ever since his son, Prince Bileng, was killed, he seemed to have completely changed his face. His previous mask of aloofness was torn off, and he joined the fight for the crown prince with great enthusiasm, and even became the vanguard of the Prince of Netherworld.
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In this decisive battle between Tianmoqi and Lanling, Elder Mokan could have watched the show with detachment.
However, he still sent four Demon Lords and dozens of Demon Sect strongmen to support the Demon Banner, which was one-third of the top martial arts power in his Elder Mansion.
Regarding the decisive battle between the Heavenly Demon Flag and the Flame Demon Flag, no one has the same opinion.
Everyone believed that Lanling's destruction was a foregone conclusion.
After all, Tianmo Banner dispatched nearly two million troops!
200,000 Demon Leopard Legion, 15,000 Ghost Ray Legion, nearly 30,000 Air Legion, hundreds of thousands of cavalry, and more than one million infantry.
There are also nearly 10,000 warriors in the Luoye Mansion, more than 1,000 top martial arts corps in the Thirteenth Floor Building, and nearly a hundred powerful people above the Demon Sect level in the Mokan Elder Mansion.
This power is almost ten times or a hundred times that of Lan Ling.
Therefore, there was only one result. Within an hour, Lanling's centaur army was completely destroyed.
This kind of war is all about killing chickens with a dragon-slaying knife and killing carps with a Heavenly Sword.
Prince Netherworld let the news go out two or three days ago, and Lan Ling died two days ago.
Now, Rakshasa City can just wait for the news.
Therefore, now the entire Rakshasa City and the entire Rakshasa clan domain are waiting for the first news to come.
Lan Ling is dead, and his centaur army has been completely destroyed.
Even Prince Netherworld is still waiting for Lan Ling's head, and then he will transfer the head to the little Rakshasa King.
In fact, not many people care about Lan Ling's fate. What everyone cares about is the fate of the little Rakshasa King.
Because the death of Lan Ling sounded the death knell for the little Rakshasa King, the death knell for his position as prince.
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At this time, Elder Mokan was sitting under the grass pavilion, as if he was meditating, but in fact he was waiting.
Soon, he felt dozens of energy bodies breaking into the scope of his elder's mansion.
Four Demon Lord-level experts and forty-nine Demon Sect-level experts.
That's right, one is not too much and the other is not too little.
There were no casualties, which meant that it was so easy to eliminate Lan Ling that the masters he sent out did not suffer any losses.
While waiting for the four Demon Lords and the forty-nine Demon Sects to fly over the Caoting, Elder Mokan said calmly: "You came back an hour later than I expected. Isn't it the mount I gave you?
Ok?"
He was teasing lightly, and then waited for the four demons to flatter him.
However, he did not wait for flattery.
After the four great demons and the forty-nine demon sects landed, they got off the ghost ray and knelt directly on the ground motionless.
Elder Mokan's heart trembled and he said: "What's wrong?"
The powerful demon leader said: "Please forgive me, my lord!"
Elder Mokan said: "Excuse me? Why do you have to forgive me? Is it because you did not achieve any merit this time and just stood aside and watched the whole battle? Hahaha, you think too much. I sent you to participate in the war just as a gesture. How could it be possible?
How many meritorious deeds are expected of you? Lanling only has 20,000 centaurs, and with such powerful force under the Demon King, how can it be your turn to take action? No matter who kills Lanling, no matter who destroys his centaur army, it is considered
I have avenged my humiliation, and you don’t have to take action."
Finally... one of the leading Demon Lords trembled: "Lord... we are defeated!"
As soon as these words came out, Elder Mokan was stunned.
He even patted his ears. Is it because he was confused when he was concerned, so he had auditory hallucinations?
After a long while, he finally said: "This joke is not funny at all."
Elder Mokan has always been serious and unsympathetic, so no one dared to tell him any jokes. But what he heard was so ridiculous that even if the sun went out in the west and the sea water turned back, this thing would not happen.
One of the leading Demon Lords kowtowed and said: "Master, we are not joking, all of this is true, we have really failed."
Elder Mokan's ears suddenly roared, as if the sounds he heard seemed extremely far away, as unreal as nine days away.
Everything that happened before my eyes was like a dream, even more unreal than a dream.
He still didn't feel shocked or hurt, because it was too ridiculous and unreal.
He sneered and said: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you! Defeat? How could it be possible to lose? In the hands of the Demon Lord, there are fully 200,000 Demonic Leopard Legion, 15,000 Ghost Ray Legion, and 100
Seven hundred thousand troops. Tens of thousands of great demon warriors, demon martial masters, three to four hundred demon sect warriors, and forty-two demon king-level warriors. This force is a hundred times stronger than Lan Ling, how could we lose?"
The powerful Demon Lord said: "Master... Tian Demon Lord's army of nearly two million has been completely destroyed. Most of the warriors in the Luoye Mansion and the Thirteenth Floor have died. Only the Demon Sect, the Demon Lord-level strong
They escaped! We were defeated. We were defeated miserably. Only more than 200 people escaped, and the rest of the army was destroyed."
Elder Mokan felt a roar in his head again, his eyes felt dizzy, and he could hardly stand.
"Impossible...absolutely impossible!" Elder Mokan roared crazily, and then raised his palm to kill the demon who reported the report.
At this time, the other three Demon Lords and the forty-nine Demon Sects kowtowed and said: "Master, all this is true. We were defeated. Only a few hundred people escaped, and the rest of the army was destroyed..."
At this time, Elder Mokan gradually felt that this was reality and not a ridiculous dream.
All of this is true.
However, he still didn't believe it.
How is this possible? How is this possible?
How could he lose with a power that is ten times or a hundred times that of Lan Ling?
"I, I never believe it, I never believe it..." Elder Mokan roared: "No matter how powerful Lanling's 20,000 centaurs are, they will definitely die."
The leader of the Demon Lord kowtowed and said: "Master, you are right. Lan Ling's 20,000 centaur army was extremely powerful, but they only killed 120,000 demon leopard army. Lan Ling was even more incredible.
Although it was powerful, it only killed 20,000 air legions. Seeing that the balance of victory was sliding towards the side of the Demon Lord, the Lanling Legion was about to be completely destroyed. Dozens of Demon Lords, hundreds of
The Demon Sect was about to use the soul-devouring formation to wipe out Lan Ling's soul. At this moment, Lan Ling summoned a million skeleton legions from the underground..."
Speaking of this, the demon king in the Elder's Mansion trembled all over, as if just recalling the millions of skeleton legions made people tremble.
"My master, you can't imagine that millions of skeleton legions just burst out of the ground to fight for Lanling!" The powerful demon king said: "These millions of skeleton legions, tens of thousands of airborne legions, and more than a dozen
Thousands of cavalry and hundreds of thousands of infantry. They came over like the tide of hell. Wherever they passed... it was a one-sided massacre. This seemed to be a legion from ancient times. It was extremely powerful and terrifying. The key was that they were immortal.
. I watched helplessly as this hellish frenzy swallowed up everything. Wherever they passed, Heavenly Demon Lord’s million-strong army disappeared one by one! Then, we ran away, and so did the masters from Luoye Mansion. Thirteenth Level
The experts from Lou also ran away..."
At this time, Elder Mokan lost all illusions. He asked almost instinctively and numbly: "Are you sure that the entire army of the Demon Lord has really been wiped out?"
"I'm sure..." the Demon Lord said: "After I fled a hundred miles, I looked back and saw that millions of skeletons had surrounded the Demon Lord. There was no chance of survival."
At this time, Elder Mokan still felt no pain, just numbness.
The shock was to the extreme, the pain was to the extreme, and it was complete numbness.
The whole person seemed to have lost consciousness, could not hear any sounds, and although his eyes were open, he could not see anything.
It even seems as if this body is no longer my own.
After a long while, the boundless coldness and boundless pain came over me crazily.
Immediately afterwards, his mental brain began to surge violently. The demon blood energy in his body also began to react violently.
Terrible emotions hit his heart like a tide, causing his body to react violently.
The internal organs began to contract, and the muscles and veins throughout the body seemed to contract.
Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of suppressed pain in his chest. He pressed down desperately, but he couldn't suppress it at all.
"Pfft..." Elder Mokan opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.
"Ah...ah...I hate it so much, I hate it so much..." Elder Mokan fainted and fell to the ground unconscious.
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