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"Who?" "Come out!" Wen Zheng narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, a black robed elder appeared on the armrest and looked at Wen Zheng, saying, "Kid, you can be considered lucky to die by my Heavenly Demon Lord's hands!"

That person actually didn't have any reaction at all. To be honest, the experts of the demon race like the old man more or less knew about the aura of the scholar. Now that Wen Zheng's true qi had been completely released, the old man didn't feel it at all, or perhaps it could be said that the old man didn't care about Wen Zheng's strength at all. This meant that this person was not from the demon race.

"In front of me, you are not worthy of being called a demon. Or rather, without my permission, you are not a demon!" Wen Zheng said coldly.

"Aiya, boy, this old man has cultivated here for thousands of years. Whether it is the bewitching spirits of the mountains or the humans, no one dares to speak to me like this. You truly have a personality!" I don't want to eat you anymore! " As the old man spoke to Wen Zheng, he walked step by step towards Wen Zheng. Wen Zheng also retreated step by step, cursing Guo Chen and the others in his heart for not coming.

"Sixth brother!"

"Wen Zheng!" However, his mood sank to the bottom, because he could clearly see Guo Chen and the others, but they couldn't see him. He suddenly recalled that they were all Rogue Immortals, and even if they could enter, they would only be waiting for their deaths.

"Those are your friends. Tsk tsk, all of them look very tasty. I will finish you off before eating them all!" The old man said while licking his tongue.

Just as the old man finished speaking, he suddenly realized that there was a identical person in front of him and chuckled.

"It's just an illusion. I have seen it before. Your talent is good, but you will soon become my feces!"

"Heaven's End Sword Art!" As the old man spoke, Wen Zheng who was hiding in the air cried out in his heart, the Demon Soul Sword flew out of his hand and pierced straight into the old man's head. The old man originally thought that Wen Zhengwen was in the midst of the eleven people, but he didn't expect that he had already blended into the air and flew above him.

The old man saw the situation and quickly turned around, but he was still hit on the back by the Demon Soul Sword. The Demon Soul Sword was such a great weapon, even if the old man's cultivation was high, he still took in a breath of cold air.

"Kid, you must die today!" The elder was truly infuriated. He extended his hand and a green liquid shot toward Wen Zheng. When it was about three meters long, it transformed into a green palm.

"Melting Bone Palm!" The old man cried out as he threw his palm at Wen Zheng. Wen Zheng did not dare to have the slightest bit of carelessness as he dodged hurriedly. However, the Melting Bone Palm seemed to have intelligence. Wherever it went, it followed. Outside, the old man stood with his hands behind his back.

"You old bastard, you think laozi is a mouse!" When Wen Zheng saw the old man's relaxed appearance, he could not help but scold him.

"Curse, scold as you like, this Demon does not care!" In his eyes, it was only a matter of time before Wen Zheng became his food. The more Wen Zheng looked at him, the angrier he got.

"Bam!" Wen Zheng was so angry that he lost his focus and was knocked to the ground by the palm of his hand. Oh, woman, it hurts! " Wen Zheng grimaced. It was really painful, and the part that he had been smacked on already turned blue, so his luck immediately went against his luck, but it did not help. Helpless, he thought of his Inherent skill, and laughed coldly in his heart, but he did not stop it, and allowed the poison gas to invade his body. Wen Zheng also fainted.

"It ended so quickly?" The old man let out a surprised sound. He hadn't seen enough. He didn't expect this brat to be this strong. With a frown, he walked over. When he was about two meters away from Wen Zheng, he saw Wen Zheng suddenly open his eyes.

"This!" The old man didn't react for a moment.

"F * ck, I'm going to return it to you, but I've been tormented by it!" Wen Zheng cried out as the poison aura in his palm appeared. It gathered into a palm and flew towards the old man.

"What the f * * k!" "Why are you playing with this at such a young age!" The old man turned pale with fright. He was extremely familiar with this thing, but how did it come about? He had some questions, but he didn't stay idle. He turned around and ran.

At this moment, the article was about to begin a very cultured career as a spectator. Standing with his hands behind his back, he squinted his eyes as he watched the old man run away in a sorry state. In fact, Wen Zheng wanted to take advantage of this moment to escape, but he was helpless as he could not break through this barrier of immortals.

"Devour Blood Swallow!" He then bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a swallow. He opened his small mouth and sucked the hand into his body. Wen Zheng was secretly shocked when he saw this. If he didn't have Xiao Jin's protection just now, he would probably be like these trees!

While thinking about this, he turned his head to look and his expression changed. He saw that the old man's face was gloomy as he waited for Wen Zheng to come with bloodshot eyes.

"Kid, I'll make your body worse than death!" He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had trained for five to six thousand years in this deep mountain, yet he had never suffered such a loss.

"All my children within 100 kilometers, quickly return!" The old man shouted towards the sky. When Wen Zheng heard this, he knew that this was neither a spell nor a battle skill. This was a summoning skill! As the old man finished speaking, the fishy smell in his nose became stronger and stronger. Finally, Wen Zheng could see a black mass flying in all directions. Some of them were flying, some were crawling, and all of them were densely packed with giant snakes.

Old fart, you really are a snake!" Wen Zheng shouted. Hearing Wen Zheng's shout, the old man coldly snorted. This was a bit too late! After saying that, he conjured his original body, and a huge black snake appeared. Two horns protruded from the snake's belly. Wen Zheng looked at it and asked curiously, "Are you f * cking going to become a woman?

"Bastard, this is a foot!" As long as he ate Wen Zheng, the last person, and absorbed his blood essence, then two legs would appear from his stomach and a dragon would grow out of his head. At that time, although he would not become a dragon, he would still be considered a part of the dragon race. Hearing Wen Zheng questioning the symbol of his dragon race, it would be strange if the two feet weren't filled with rage.

"Ten Thousand Snakes Chew!" "Brat, go and die!" The old man shouted and the snakes pounced on Wen Zheng.

Ah!" A tragic cry resounded throughout the entire valley. Outside, Guo Chen and the rest were shocked when they heard Wen Zheng's voice. However, he couldn't find this person. The few of them became more and more anxious.

In fact, Wen Zheng had only been bitten by the first ten snakes. The main reason he had cried out so miserably was because he had jumped up and bit the bottom of the snake's head.

"F * * k your mother!" If the tiger doesn't send meow, do you think I'm in danger? "No, if the tiger doesn't show his might, you'll think I'm a sick cat!" Anger grew in Wen Zheng's heart, and his true qi also became more and more powerful. In a short while, it had reached the level of demonic god's Qi.

"Sky Demon Eight Illusion! Old man, I'll show you what is a demon! " "Stop!" Wen Zheng yelled. Soon after, eight phantoms that had also reached demonic spiritual energy appeared. As Wen Zheng willed it, eight phantoms followed suit, each with different moves.

Originally, a single Demon God's Aura was enough for an old man to bear. Now there were eight of them, and for the first time, panic appeared in their eyes. Before he could escape, eight shadows had already surrounded him. With one punch and one kick, the old man had no chance to fight back.

After fighting for a while, Wen Zhengzheng's qi had slightly dissipated, and his power had gradually decreased as well. He ordered the phantom to stop attacking and walked up to the old man. He squatted down and stared at him: "You can't blame yourself. You want to eat me? Let me tell you, I'm the ancestor of all devils!" Right after Wen Zhen finished speaking, he stood up. When the old man heard the last four words, his face was filled with shock, but it did not disappear. Instead, he stabbed the Demon Soul in his hand at the old man's Dantian. A blood-red pearl flew out. Wen Zheng knew that this was the inner core of these demons. As for the old man, his life gradually faded away ?