At this time, there were more than 200 people on the Hakka Plain. Except for being caught off guard at the beginning, the demon king Jian behind him did not take advantage of him anymore.

For the demon king Jian, devouring and refining those teenagers could only help him recover from 70% of his injuries. Therefore, after refining a few more fruitless people, he gave up the idea of ​​hunting more teenagers.

Until Mo Ansheng offered a bell and a lamp.

The ringtone is crisp, which also makes the demon spirit very crisp. The sound knife produced by the ringtone is the demon spirit's biggest nemesis.

The lights are bright and it will be easy to cook after slaughtering.

Although the Demon King Jian has no musical cells, the Demon Spirit does not need to make fire and eat.

But he was determined to win this bell and this lamp.

Although his breakthrough failed, he had more experience in breakthroughs.

As long as you get these two magic weapons that specifically restrain the demon spirit, this world will be his.

However, before this, he had to clean up the inside. At least three of his top ten demon generals have already communicated with Beishan's anonymous songs.

Before cleaning the inside, he must defeat this black-robed boy like a sling.

While thinking, Mo Ansheng ahead of him another black green whirlwind hit his head.

This whirlwind covered the sky and the sun, and with the whistling wind, compressed the space in front of him several feet in total, making a whirring sound of air tearing.

Mo Ansheng was so young that he used his strength to only the tenth level of the Body Building Realm to strike out such a powerful technique, which seemed even a bit incredible to others.

But unfortunately, Mo Ansheng's opponent is not his demon general, but the strongest king in this world except the Beishan.

The strongest among the four demon kings.

He looked at the oncoming whirlwind with calm eyes and even a little contemptuous.

He raised his hand.

A red breeze appeared in front of Wulong, which was faintly like an open palm.

The wool made of whirlwind shattered in front of the wind wall with red palms.

As the oath broke, Mo Ansheng groaned in the distance.

At this moment, Wen Fuyun came from afar with eight young men.

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There are only three battles on the low mountain plain.

One place was when all the academys surrounded and stood together. Although they did not have the defensive array plate like Mo's, they also defended them well for the time being due to the large number of people.

One place is the boy of Mo. Relying on the power of the formation, it seems easier than the team of the five academies at this time. More than ten young men were divided into three groups to kill the demon spirit that blocked the maze formation, while the others were rotated.

The most intense one is naturally the place where the nine teenagers fought against the demon king Jian.

There are four demon generals behind Demon King Jian, who are just plundering the formation for Demon King Jian.

The four of them knew the concerns and concerns of the Demon King Jian, so they were both guarding against these human teenagers and others.

The nine teenagers didn't know that they only saw the demon king Jian Yi fighting against nine, and they were still at ease.

Wen Fuyun's face looked ugly.

According to his intention, since everyone has come out to fight, they will naturally have to put out all their strength.

Unfortunately, the other eight teenagers and him had their own positions, and even the captain of the San Qingshui of Qingyang Academy was unwilling to expose his trump card.

The Demon King Jian was originally stronger than the teenagers. If it weren't for the injury, these teenagers would have been easily killed by him.

It is precisely because of this situation that the teenagers were unwilling to do their best, which naturally made Wen Fuyun feel a little frustrated and angry.

He suddenly jumped to the side, opened his hands, closed his eyes, and spit out a dark blue light ball from his mouth.

At the same time, the other leader of the nine teenagers, San Qingshui, also jumped to the side and made the same move as Wen Fuyun.

A domineering aura that is like substance forms a link between the two.

As the link time grew longer, this breath became dark blue silk threads and formed between the two.

It was like two of them each sacrificing a green silkworm and spitting silk at each other.

The silkworm will not stop until it dies, and the candle will not stop drying when it turns into ashes.

When the hair is gone, will the Demon King become ashes like a candle?

This move turned out to be the spring silkworm technique of the Hong family in Qingshan County.

The dark blue silk thread brings up the mask of the leader of the Three Qingshui. If Hua Lei is here, he will definitely be surprised why Hong Junyao, the Hong family, appears here.

Sanqingshi, the three major clans of Qingshan County?

Why did Wen Fuyun know the Hong family’s tricks?

This move requires spiritual power and mental power to superimpose each other and support each other, and ultimately achieve the effect of one plus one far exceeding two.

If the demon king Jian Wei was injured, this move would be no problem.

But now his injuries have not healed. Such a spiritual technique that is almost at the highest level of the mortal body has caused him a huge and strong crisis.

The dark blue silk screen brings light spots and a breeze.

The originally bright sky now looks smoky.

Just pretend that everyone is waiting for the next moment when the Demon King Jian responds.

A pleasant and crisp sound came from the horizon.

The devil king Jian lost his memory when he was in a low state.

He didn't know where the creature like Demon Spirit came from. He only knew that deep in his memory there was a voice telling him that he needed to break this world.

But to break the world, we must first break that emperor.

The ringtone made the devil Jian feel trance for a moment.

At this moment, the Spring Silkworm Art and the Demon-Suppressing Bell arrived.

In this situation, any other demon king may be unable to escape.

But he is Jian. Apart from the emperor, the most powerful existence in this world, even if he is injured.

He hunched over and seemed to become old and simple, emitting a mysterious aura on him. An extremely powerful energy surged from all directions.

At this moment, the low mountain plain seemed to have become a vast ocean, and countless psychic waves rushed towards the demon king Jian. If you listen carefully, you can even vaguely hear the sound of the tsunami.

The next moment, countless waves rushed towards the wire mesh, and countless tsunamis met the bell sound.

The bamboo basket is soaked in vain, and there is nothing to hear about playing the piano in the waves.

After the psychic tsunami and the storm, dozens of black hairs passed through the spiritual sea and returned to the light ball sacrificed by Wen Hong and the others.

The ringtone of the Demon-Suppressing Ring also dissipated in the air. As the phantom of the Demon-Suppressing Ring sacrificed by Mo Ansheng became increasingly fainter, the figure of the Demon King Jian became clearer again.

His body gradually became no longer hunched, but his robe was already ragged. He lowered his head and gently protruded into a mouthful of black red blood with black mist, looking very embarrassed.

"It's really good that you can achieve this at this level." Jian said staring at the three of them.

At this moment, there was no sadness, no joy, no anger or hatred on his face.

For him, the realm of the three young men in front of him was not enough, but the magic weapons they sacrificed were all a bit outrageous.

It was just a simple joint college examination, and the magic weapons they carried were all specially prepared for the powerful demon spirits. At this moment, he felt puzzled.

"Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!