Chapter 686

"Who are you?"

More than a dozen Yizu's Shenjing warriors surrounded the blood devil and looked at the blood devil. More than a dozen Yizu's Shenjing strongmen asked in surprise.

"Gaga, Gaga... Who am I? I'm here to kill you. It's your bad luck to meet this Buddha, Gaga, Gaga..."

The blood devil was full of strange smiles, and a terrible smell spread from the blood devil.

"Who killed us?"

Hearing this, the disciples of the wing clan immediately raised a touch of disdain in their eyes. Then they looked at the blood devil with a cold face and said, "although you are a strong man in the divine realm, you want to fight against our wing clan. Please measure it, so that you don't know how to die!"

The disciples of the wing clan have thousands of killing intentions in their eyes, and their eyes are staring at the blood devil, which is full of arrogance and disdain.

Dozens of Yi clan disciples in the divine realm.

Moreover, there are three ancestors behind. The self-confidence of these wing clan disciples has expanded to the extreme. If they know that the person talking to them is an ancient murderous blood demon.

I don't know what I think.

In ancient times, no one knew the fierce name of blood demons. Even the wing clan did not dare to provoke blood demons.

"Gaga... I've lived for millions of years, and no one has ever dared to speak to me like this. It's good. It seems that there are too few disciples of the wing clan who died in the hands of my master. In that case, I'll kill you today!"

Although the blood devil's face was full of a smile, there was an endless killing intention in the blood devil's eyes.

Blood demons are ancient blood dragons.

The blood dragon family is originally bloodthirsty. The blood devil can grow to this point. I don't know how many strong people he killed. This is also the reason why the blood devil was called killing God in ancient times.

"Blood devil, and their ink, kill me!"

Han Yun took a cold look at the Yi clan disciple and shouted coldly.

It was these people who killed more than 1000 disciples of the death War Regiment. If Han Yun hadn't come back in time, it was likely that the whole Zixiao kingdom would be destroyed by this wing clan.

The charges of the wing clan are unforgivable!

"It seems that you don't want to leave. In that case, don't blame my wing clan for being rude. Kill me..."

The strong man of the wing clan drank coldly, and dozens of strong men in the divine realm came to kill the blood devil together.

"Boss..."

Seeing Han Yun's return, the remaining disciples of the God of death battle regiment quickly surrounded Han Yun one by one. Even Zhan Qu Yuan Yue and others who refined the divine character on the gate also appeared around Han Yun.

"Boss..."

Looking at Han Yun, Yuan Yue felt excited and remorse in his eyes.

"Brothers, I'm late!"

Han Yun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Boy, you're finally back!"

Bimeng Wang Fei came to Han Yun and hit Han Yun on the shoulder. In jiuniu's heart, Bimeng and Han Yun stood on the same line.

"Sheriff jiuniu, thank you!"

Han Yun sincerely saluted jiuniu. If it hadn't been for the help of the Mongolian war beast family, the current Zixiao kingdom would have fallen!

"Boy, these winged people are hard to deal with. They have nearly a hundred Shenjing disciples and thousands of Tianjing disciples. If I guess correctly, I'm afraid there is a stronger existence behind them!"

Jiuniu looked at Han Yun and said in a deep voice.

"Hundreds of gods?"

"Thousands of days?"

"Is there a stronger existence?"

Han Yun's expression was frozen, and then he shouted coldly: "no matter how many strong people of the wing clan dare to move my Zixiao Kingdom, there will be only one result. I, Han Yun, will let them disappear in this mysterious land forever!"

Han Yun's voice, incomparably cold.

Angry.

Han Yun was really angry. The wing clan killed more than 1000 disciples of the God of death battle group. This was definitely the worst loss of the God of death battle group.

"Boy, you..."

The light in jiuniu's eyes twinkles. Looking at Han Yun in front of him, jiuniu can't imagine what Han Yun takes to block the wing clan. Is it

The next moment.

The disciples of jiuniu and death battle regiment have grown up one by one.

In the void.

The blood dragon turned into a body. Thousands of blood dragons fought with dozens of strong winged people in the divine realm. It was terrible to attack one after another.

But to everyone's surprise.

In the void, from time to time, the screams of the wing clan disciples came, followed by strange laughter, with the fall of the strong ones in the wing clan's divine realm.

The smell of the blood devil is getting stronger and stronger.

"The blood devil is indeed recovering with these powerful people in the divine realm. The blood devil that has been sealed in the blood pool for millions of years has at least reached the realm of pseudo supreme!"

Han Yun took a breath.

In front of the blood devil, dozens of powerful people in the divine realm seemed like dozens of children. The body of the blood dragon was very flexible, and the strong people of the wing clan fell from time to time.

"Boss, who is he?"

Yuan Yue swallowed a mouthful of water and asked Han Yun in surprise.

"Ancient killing God: Blood demon!"

In Han Yun's mouth, he spit out six words coldly. The strength of the blood devil is so terrible. The wing clan dares to look down on the blood devil, which will definitely be a blood lesson.

Even the top of the winged Kingdom appears.

I can't stop the blood devil!

"That's too strong!"

The disciples of the death War Regiment couldn't help shouting. Then they looked at Han Yun in awe. Their boss was indeed a god like man.

Any difficulty can't stop Han Yun!

"Death war group disciples listen to the order!"

"The disciple is here!"

All the disciples of the death battle group knelt in front of Han Yun.

"All the disciples of the God of death battle group go to the city for rectification. The injured brothers have a good rest. The uninjured brothers all enter the ox forced underpants to practice. As long as they practice to the heaven, they can choose a divine personality to refine and become a strong man in the heaven!"

Han Yun stood in the void and shouted coldly.

"Yes, boss!"

The disciples of the God of death battle regiment quickly retreated one by one. Even yuan Yue and Zhan Qu quickly disappeared above Zixiao city.

People present.

Only the bimon war beast is left!

"Han Yun..."

Seeing the people of the death battle regiment leave, jiuniu's eyes flashed slightly, and then it seemed that he had made some decision. Suddenly, North Korea and South Korea Yun knelt down and said, "I am more willing to join the purple sky god Kingdom than the Mongolian war beast family and protect the purple sky god kingdom together!"

"Join Zixiao kingdom!"

Han Yun gave a little pause and then said with a smile: "master jiuniu, please get up quickly. The Bimeng war beast family blocks the wing family for our Zixiao God kingdom. The Bimeng war beast family is my brother of Zixiao God Kingdom and my brother of Niubi Pavilion!"

"Brother?"

In jiuniu's eyes, the word "brother" is very important in Zixiao God's kingdom. Only disciples who are also niupuge can be called brothers.

Han Yun accepted him!

"Bimeng war beast clan listens to the order and helps the blood devil kill the wing clan disciples. Dare to shoot at our Zixiao kingdom. I Han Yun will let them taste it. What is despair!"

In Han Yun's eyes, the killing intention soared madly.

The wing clan shot at Zixiao God kingdom. In Han Yun's heart, the wing clan has been destroyed!