Chapter 827

"Demon lord?!"

Seeing ye Fantian's hurried and trembling posture, his white jade like face suddenly changed, and his mouth couldn't help crying.

Ye Fantian's eyebrows wrinkled secretly, and the sharp pain in his eyebrows was more terrible than the original ones:

"Dreamland, sharp pain in the middle of the eyebrows, an unknown hunch!"

Such terrible thoughts began to emerge slowly in Ye Fantian's mind.

"Let's go... Back to Tianyu city!"

The voice suddenly began to become hoarse, but a terrible pressure erupted from ye Fantian's body.

Ye Fantian has changed!

It's only a few breaths, but ye Fantian himself seems to have changed into a terrible Shura. The terrible breath on his body is transpiration, which makes some flame burning lines in this space.

"Thank you for your original action. These treasures... Thank you...!"

Ye Fantian took the treasure from bashao and said faintly to the qingluan demon.

Although he didn't know what the other party's treasure was, ye Fantian didn't have much interest. This time, he gained a lot, which was beyond anyone's imagination.

So nature never cared about this little treasure.

"It seems that my body practice is not useless at least..."

A faint smile appeared on the pretty face of qingluan demon.

"But I still wonder who can let you protect me?"

Ye Fantian's eyes are bright.

"This man said to my concubine. Your self-esteem is very strong, so I can't tell you each other's identity."

"And with your current strength, you should be able to see each other soon, white haired demon emperor, shouldn't you?"

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden sound of cold breath in the air.

"Demon... Demon emperor?"

Cangjian Wujun's mouth could not help stuttering for a while, and there was a rare doubt in the surprised expression on his face.

"Brahma... Have you really entered the level of Emperor Wu?"

If this is true, it is definitely a lucky thing for Dafeng Dynasty, which may make Dafeng Dynasty become the object of attention of many dynasties and emperors.

No one dares to provoke again.

"Qingluan demon really has eyes like a torch... Yes, it's lucky to enter the level of Emperor Wu!"

The expression of the great Yan devil is very strange. After muscle twitching, it seems that he can't believe all this in front of him now. What's more, he can't believe that ye fan has naively become a strong man at the level of Emperor Wu.

"One emperor for thousands of years... A strong man at the level of Emperor Wu has rarely appeared in 100000 years... You have entered this level?"

"Eternal emperor?"

Ye Fantian was quite surprised by this statement, but at this time he was not in the mood to discuss it. He shouted to Bai Siyu in a deep voice:

"Let's go first!"

"Demon Emperor... Is something wrong?"

The emperor of Tibetan sword seemed to feel Ye Fantian's appearance, obviously with a trace of anxiety, and couldn't help asking.

"Well... It's a strange feeling. Since I first entered here, I have an unknown premonition that something should have happened in the family! How long have we been in?"

As soon as he said this, people's faces began to become quite strange!

Ye Fantian's strength now has entered the strength of Emperor Wu. It's hard to imagine how terrible the outcome would be if he provoked this person!

Die!!

"Demon lord... It's been six days!"

"Let's go!"

Feeling the pain in the center of his eyebrows, ye Fantian's eyebrows wrinkled secretly. An extremely unknown feeling seemed like a nightmare, lingering slowly in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, only six days have passed. I can see that the time of Youlan secret place is completely different from that of the outside world. God, it's best that I feel wrong!"

Ye Fantian's eyebrows began to wrinkle secretly, his body was like a streamer, and his wings flew rapidly behind him

A lone peak!

Standing proudly, it looks like a lonely magic sword that penetrates the sky and breaks the sky from a distance.

Steep and cruel!

However, on this lonely peak, dozens of expressionless figures loomed in it, and bursts of fog danced in it. However, at the moment when they were about to touch these people's bodies, they seemed to become particularly frightened and began to swim away quickly to one side.

The breeze blew slowly, slowly began to dissipate in these fog, and the appearance of these people gradually became clear.

Each of these dozens of people has an expressionless posture, and their muscles are no different from ordinary people, but the skin color on their faces is particularly strange, black and gray, looking as if the deadline has come.

The eyes of these people are all with a gray light, which looks particularly frightening. What's more frightening is that there is no fluctuation of strangers in their bodies. That kind of dark breath is no different from bodies.

But strangely, there seems to be a faint breath flowing between these people's noses

Do these people still have lives?

"Demon... Why can't a small Tianyu city be attacked after such a long time?"

A young man with long and narrow eyes, thin face and pale complexion hummed coldly to the middle-aged man in front of him.

Obviously, the middle-aged man is the so-called devil.

A faint ray of dissatisfaction flickered from the demon's eyes, but soon showed a wry smile:

"My Lord, the villain in Yucheng originally thought it was a small city, but now it seems that the villain underestimated each other's strength. Among them, there are even several strong people with strong strength, which prompted us not to attack and occupy for a long time."

"Is it a strong man with strong strength? Hum... The fluctuation of Wu Jun level, I didn't expect that the white haired devil's face is really big. Even such a terrible strong man can win it."

The young man's long and narrow eyes were cold.

Seems to be thinking about something.

"My lord... We might as well use the strength of the corpse soldiers to sweep it away..."

While talking, the middle-aged man took a careful look at the dozens of terrible men and women blowing in the wind. He couldn't help shaking.

"Hum... Demon, do you mean that Ben Jun is afraid of the other party's failure?"

The young man's eyes stared at each other like a poisonous snake

"No, no, no... Saint poison, be careful, that's definitely not what you mean..."

"Each of these dozens of corpse soldiers is at the level of Wuwang level or even Wujun level, and even one has reached the peak of Wujun level. It is the most proud work of the master in recent years. I'm not afraid of each other, but it's good to look at the struggle and begging of these mole ants. What kind of white hair You are just a lucky young man...... "

His eyes were cold, and the young man named Saint poison smiled cruelly.

"Cut... It's really boastful."

A disdain came out suddenly.

A shadow suddenly emerged from the air

In the sky, the light seems to be pure and beautiful like white jade

Rubbing against the space, the distorted wave makes people retreat like a cold.

"It's you... Bing Jun!"

Saint poison frowned, looked at the visitor and said slowly