Chapter seven hundred and eighty third Yin evil clan
Zhong Zihao was horrified. He couldn't get rid of this suction force even with all his energy. Even tearing his empty hand was ineffective. His body was completely out of control and turned into a stream of light and went straight towards the severed hand.
Several miles passed by in the blink of an eye, and in less than two breaths, he was already close to the severed hand. When he took a closer look, the lines on the severed hand were clearly visible, as if they were alive, and there seemed to be a trace of something that could not be concealed.
of resentment.
"boom!"
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying evil spirit surged out of his severed hand, a hundred times stronger than the concentration of evil energy in the void. It almost overturned the sea of consciousness in his soul, and he was about to fall into coma.
At the critical moment, the Chaos Pearl in his mind trembled slightly, and a colorful ray of light bloomed, flooding all over his body in an instant. Zhong Zihao woke up with a jolt, and the magic sword Feng Yan appeared in his hands at the same time.
No matter whether it can be effective or not, you can't just sit back and wait for death.
"boom!"
Endless demonic energy covered the sky, but in just a moment, this demonic energy was diluted by the evil energy. Zhong Zihao did not hesitate to explode all his true energy, and the black flame demon sword and phoenix flame attacked the severed hand together.
But...he actually missed the target!
A gap suddenly opened in the palm of the giant severed hand, like a space portal. Not only did it swallow up his attack, but the whole person also fell into it.
"Um?"
This place does not seem to be turbulent space, but a different space. Zhong Zihao has noticed it while he is still in mid-air. However, due to the effect of inertia, Zhong Zihao can't help but fall downwards.
"If necessary, meet the enemy!"
Suddenly, a not very fluent voice came from the distance, and soon only a few other voices responded.
Zhong Zihao turned his head and looked around, where eight strong figures were flying over. Their bodies were like iron towers, and their extremely strong evil aura erupted, like several humanoid monsters flying through the sky.
The eight people arrived at extremely fast speeds, emitting waves of heaven-destroying and earth-destroying momentum. The fluctuations erupted from them caused the void to collapse inch by inch and roar endlessly.
He was immediately horrified. How terrifying a person must be to be able to cause such a strange phenomenon in the world?
"Huh? No!"
Zhong Zihao waved the Black Flame Demon Sword lightly in his hand, and an indescribable pressure swept through the sky. The void kept rolling, and black holes emerged.
He instantly realized that this was a completely different space from the Jiutian World, and the stability could not be compared. If he took a closer look, he could see that the cultivation of the eight people below should be equivalent to that of the powerful people in the Divine Realm, and it was much greater than expected.
Not the same.
However, even if he is a strong man in the realm of the gods, it is difficult for him to deal with it with his current strength, let alone eight people.
Before he could think about it, the attack from below was already coming.
As the Black Flame Demonic Sword flipped over, overwhelming pressure bloomed in the sky. Zhong Zihao stood down from a high position and slashed out a bright sword light with an aura that intimidated the world.
"Boom!"
Winds and clouds surged above the nine heavens, as if the end of the world was coming. The void within a hundred feet radius collapsed, and black holes in space frequently appeared.
"It's actually a demon cultivator, kill him!"
The eight people below were all stunned, and then became furious. They each stretched out a hand to touch each other. The vast evil energy condensed into one force, shot straight into the sky, and attacked Zhong Zihao again.
Thanks to the impact just now, Zhong Zihao has stabilized his body. Seeing such a powerful blow from the opponent, how could he dare to neglect it? The real energy in his body burst out again.
"Array diagram, start! God-killing, come out!"
As he drank softly, a picture as dark as ink poured out, covering the sky.
Within the array, the pressure of Peiran Moyu was like the might of heaven, sweeping through every corner of this space. In addition, there was also a wave of invisible power that made people feel heart-stopping.
"Keng!"
A clear sword cry resounded throughout the room, the black flame demon sword surged out with endless demonic energy, and a force like a tidal wave surged out of Zhong Zihao's body.
Suddenly, a faint starlight suddenly appeared, and above the nine heavens, there seemed to be a giant hand of stars extending down, tearing the sky lightly, and together with the endless darkness, everything fell into nothingness.
"Boom...boom!"
Amidst the shocking explosion, the joint efforts of the eight people collapsed instantly.
Zhong Zihao was also hit by the opponent's evil spirit. Even though his body was extremely powerful, his flesh and blood burst and his internal organs were displaced.
"puff!"
A blood arrow was thrown into the void, and when he landed on the ground, he had already grabbed a bronze medal in his hand.
Although he was severely injured, Zhong Zihao was even more puzzled. How terrifying the attack of eight people was, and he was actually able to take it head-on. Those were eight powerful people in the realm of gods!
But this was not the time to think about these issues, because the eight people had already arrived in lightning and surrounded him in the center, with anger in their eyes and the same doubts as him.
"stop!"
When the two sides were about to start fighting, a voice sounded not far away, and an old man who looked to be in his fifties floated over.
He was born with a square head and big ears, and his body shape was at least one circle larger than that of an ordinary person. However, he looked jagged and pale.
The first moment he saw this person, Zhong Zihao had a strange illusion.
This person's cultivation level is at least far superior to the eight people in the field, but the aura fluctuations invisibly escaping from the opponent did not bring him a feeling of depression and danger.
"Clan leader!"
The eight tower-like strong men turned around and saluted the fifty-year-old man respectfully.
The old man nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on Zhong Zihao: "In the past five thousand years, you are the first person alive to come to the cursed place of the Yin Sha tribe. I also want to ask you some things about the outside world."
"Yin Sha Clan? Cursed Land?" These two words echoed in his mind, and Zhong Zihao couldn't help but repeat them.
Naturally, he didn't understand what the Yinsha clan was, but it seemed that Liang Zhan had said this once when he fled the cursed place.
"If you don't know this place, how did you get in?"
The clan leader frowned and asked.
"I was accidentally sucked into this place by a terrifying giant hand. I didn't expect that there was still a space hidden in the amputated hand." Zhong Zihao answered truthfully, and then briefly recounted the previous encounter.
"Broken hand?"
When the patriarch heard this, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he asked again: "Are you from the Buddha Temple?"
"No, I have never been to the Pagoda Temple."
"Then you are always a demon cultivator, right?"
"To be honest, I am not a demon cultivator, but I am able to release demonic energy because of it!"
Zhong Zihao raised the Black Flame Demonic Sword, but even the true energy was not moving, and the extremely rich demonic energy continued to surge.
The patriarch asked some more questions, seemingly confirming something, and finally said: "Forget it, you won't be able to get out after you get here anyway, so come with me first."
"Clan leader?"
The eight strong men did not want the patriarch to let Zhong Zihao go, so they shouted anxiously.
"You don't have to worry about it for now. I'll take him to meet some clan elders first."
When the patriarch looked at these people, his eyes were soft, as if he were facing relatives.
Zhong Zihao did not hesitate. Since the opponent did not kill him immediately, he would first clarify the situation before making a decision, so he put away the bronze medal and the Black Flame Demon Sword and followed up.