Chapter 722

With the voice of the demon king falling to the ground, the whole hall began to shake violently. A dark fog rose from the ground, and the fog disappeared into the body of the demon clan that turned into a corpse on the ground. The shriveled body of the demon clan grew up rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye, and the lifeless ones suddenly climbed up from the ground, but their eyes were all It's empty and dark, without any light.

A demon clan climbs up from the ground and blocks in the main hall. The demon rattan poured into their mouth also falls off, and they stagger towards the entrance of the main hall.

"These demon families are not dead?" Ling he is shocked to see those demon families who have come back from the dead.

Liu Huo shakes his head slightly.

"They are dead. They are the power of the demon king. They have been turned into puppets."

"This is the demon king with the dry oil lamp?" Monsoon smoke looks at more and more demons in front of us. Now some of them can't laugh.

Liu Huo nods silently.

It's no wonder Liuhuo said that she had only one chance. The power of the demon king is almost exhausted, and it's still so powerful. If it devours the new demon king, it will return to the peak of power

Monsoon smoke can't even think about it.

At least in her present situation, it can't be dealt with.

At present, the monsoon smoke bit his teeth, "fight quickly."

When the voice fell to the ground, monsoon smoke directly carried the broken evil sword and killed those puppet demon families.

The soldiers came back from the shock and immediately dispelled the fear in their hearts. They rushed away with their swords in their hands!

The fighting power of the demon clan revived by the demon king remains high and low. The lowest one that can be selected by the demon king to enter the palace is the medium demon clan. Their fighting power is very strong, even if they lose their own consciousness, they are still fierce.

Fortunately, the burning army has rich experience in dealing with the demons. They fight together and attack the demons with the number of people.

A sharp sword was cut on the demon clan, and then it cut off the arm of the demon clan directly. However, those demon clans, as if they didn't know death and fear at all, were cut in two. They still dragged their broken bodies towards the soldiers in front of them.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Rao is a soldier with rich fighting experience. He is also in a cold sweat in the face of these immortal demon families.

These demon clans have no scruples at all. Under the control of the demon king, their bodies become weapons without pain or fear. They are like real big killers that set off a bloodbath in the army!

And the only effective attack on them is the evil breaking sword in the hand of monsoon smoke!

However, the spirit of the demons who are hurt by the evil breaking sword will be absorbed into the evil breaking sword in an instant and lose the support of the spirit. Once again, they turn into lifeless mummies and fall on the ground.

But

There are too many demons in the hall. Even if the fighting power of monsoon smoke is strong, it can't kill all the demons in the hall in a short time.

"Time is running out. The new demon king will be born." Liuhuo feels the floating of the spirit in the hall. A fresh spirit is gradually spreading from the throne. Once the new demon king is born, the old demon king will devour it. Then everyone here is afraid to bury the demon family.