Chapter 897

Just when the Shanzhai friars thought Zhan Zhenhai would die.

Zhan Zhenhai's aura was several times stronger than before, and a layer of dark green scales grew on his body surface.

Black Liao was surprised to see the changes in his prey.

"Demon king level ghost devil, but so." Zhan Zhenhai looked up with a disappointed look in his eyes.

Bang!

No punches.

The black tusks smashed to the ground.

The ground cracked and broke into a deep pit, and half of the black tusk fell into it.

Pop!

One big hand grabbed the black Tusk's ankle and pulled it out.

Zhan Zhenhai's physique grew up again. He was taller than black Liao. He suddenly hit the ground with a ghost in his hand.

Like the Hulk hitting rocky.

Bang Bang

There was a dull crash.

Black tusks were hit on the ground again and again by Zhan Zhenhai like sacks.

The monks in the stronghold open their mouths. When did they see the monks beating the dark devil like this.

The visual impact brings spiritual shock.

Every Friar's heart is filled with a sense of pride, and a man can be so powerful.

These monks have been depressed, and the dark devil is like an insurmountable mountain to them.

They can only survive in the stronghold, hoping that one day a great monk will pass by and rescue them.

Unfortunately, the great friar never appeared. It's too barren here.

Most monks will move in the same direction when they enter the samsara road. After a period of time, a powerful aura field will suddenly burst out there.

Like the coming of the fairyland.

That aura field is something that external monks have never felt.

Therefore, once perceived, the unconscious will look in which direction.

There are naturally fewer monks in other areas.

Only friars who know they are not strong enough, or who find it too dangerous to turn back after going deep into the samsara Road, will be scattered on the edge.

The distribution of the dark demons is relatively scattered. Even in the marginal areas, there will be a considerable number of dark demons.

Of course, there are still many fewer demons here than in the wheel circuit.

Demons devour almost all creatures, and any soul is the energy source of their evolution. If necessary, even their own people can eat it, so they don't need to look for opportunities like human repair.

Zhan Zhenhai smashed the black tusk to the ground every time, and the ground trembled violently.

The monks in the stronghold have never been so relieved.

Many people have never tasted the taste of elation.

The dark demons around were arrogant and were suppressed at this time.

Many demons exposed their tusks, roared in their mouths, and burst out cannibal eyes in their dark red eyes, looking at Zhan Zhenhai.

This did not make Zhan Zhenhai shrink back, but made him more excited.

Zhan Zhenhai rose from the sky, reached a certain height, pulled the black Tusk's ankle, rotated 360 degrees, and smashed it to the ground.

Boom!

With a loud noise.

There is a huge pit on the ground, with a diameter of more than 100 meters.

Black tusk lay on his back in the middle of the pit.

Cough.

He coughed violently, and black blood gushed from his mouth.

On the other side, the skeleton devil and Ji Tianpeng fled to the ground. They had a good fight, and there were others to take care of.

Ji Tianpeng vowed to die. The energy that broke out in World War I far exceeded the estimation of the skeleton devil.

Zhan Zhenhai fell from the air, looked down at the black Liao in the pit, and slowly took out a dagger from his waist.

"I'm so disappointed." a low voice came from the Haikou of Zhan town.

Miso!

Zhan Zhenhai jumped up. The dagger turned into a light and stabbed black Liao on the chest.

Boom!

Zhan Zhenhai plunged into the pit.

Like a shell, the deep pit was blasted down for more than ten meters again.

But he threw himself into the air.

Black Liao appeared behind Zhan Zhenhai who failed to hit.

"Do you really think that you can defeat me?" the voice was cold.

Zhan Zhenhai jumped from the corner of his eye, held the dagger back and waved his backhand behind him, like lightning.

When!

The dagger hit the target and stabbed black Liao on the shoulder.

However, this stab broke out a crisp sound of metal collision.

Even the black Tusk's skin could not be broken.

"You people like to make all kinds of scrap metal to make fun of. A cheap immortal treasure can also be used as a weapon." black Liao joked and looked at Zhan Zhenhai with mockery in his eyes.

Bang!

Black Liao bumped into Zhan Zhenhai's face. The latter flew more than ten meters and hit the ground heavily.

If Zhan Zhenhai had not been a body refining Friar and had Kirin blood, this blow would have burst most friars' heads and died on the spot.

Zhan Zhenhai's instantaneous reaction was to get up from the ground and launch a counterattack.

A big foot appeared out of thin air and stepped on Zhan Zhenhai's head.

"It hurts to hit this seat." black Liao twisted his neck.

Kaka

Under the pressure of terrorist forces, Zhan Zhenhai's head rattled.

Zhan Zhenhai, who still wanted to fight again, felt dizzy and his eyes burst. He could not imagine that he had no power to fight back in front of the high demon king.

Just now, it was just an illusion that black Liao wanted Zhan Zhenhai to beat him.

The Shanzhai friars, who were still in a state of elation at the last moment, had not had time to shout for support, Zhan Zhenhai was trampled under his feet by black Liao and couldn't move.

Seeing that his head is about to be trampled by black tusks.

The cottage fell into silence again.

Everyone is depressed and even desperate.

The demons are so strong that they don't even have the courage to fight. They can only watch their compatriots humiliated and killed.

Some nuns turned their backs and dared not look at it.

Male practitioners clenched their fists and struggled in their hearts. They blamed themselves for their incompetence.

Click, click, click.

The appalling sound of bone cracking kept coming.

"No," cried Luo Xianzi.

But how could heiliao listen to her? Instead, he looked up at the stronghold and made a movement of wiping his neck.

"Kill."

"Kill."

"Kill."

The demons shouted in unison, and the sound of killing echoed over the dense forest.

"Shut up."

Suddenly, there was a roar in one direction.

I don't know who made the sound.

One person's voice, Sheng Sheng suppressed the voice of hundreds of demons shouting in unison.

The sound waves are like the sea tide, with thick sound waves.

The shock made the demons' brains buzzing.

Some lower level demons bleed directly from their ears, and even fall to the ground and can't stand up.

In the dense forest, a young man in coarse linen walked out slowly.

One step ten feet, a few steps out, and then he came to black Liao.

The visitor is Li Daochong who feels the spirit and magic of this place.

Black Liao ignored Li Daochong and sniffed his nose.

"Are you here to add food to this seat?"

Li Daochong smiled.

"Don't worry, you're the next dish. We'll enjoy this dish first before it's your turn." heiliao was a little angry when he saw the stranger Xiu giggle. After that, he raised his feet and stepped on Zhan Zhenhai's head.

Miso!

A purple light flashed.

Pop!

Black Liao lifted up his leg and fell to the ground.

No one could see what had happened.

The high demon king black Tusk's right leg was straight, separated from his body and fell to the ground.