Chapter 1020

The wind blew away.

The dust settled.

Wang Po half knelt on the ground, clenched his fists and gasped violently.

The evil god stood hundreds of meters away from him, and the blood mask on his body surface was as smooth as a broken egg.

"Poop."

Zheng Feiyue, hundreds of meters away, fell from a withered tree and shouted angrily, "hang up! Hang up! This forced you to hang up!"

Wang Po looked back at him with a complicated look.

Zheng Feiyue understands this look, because not long ago, he experienced it personally, and more than once.

"How to fight next?" Wang Po smiled bitterly.

Although he fought with the left Dharma protector and others, his means were dazzling, but it was all for fun.

To deal with the top experts like evil gods, Wang Po has shown his best state. The blow just now was not just a kick.

Not to mention, Zheng Feiyue's green wood power has a good blessing effect on the demon king's body. After absorbing thousands of green vitality, the power value of Wang Po's foot has reached max.

That's it, but I can't even break people's body protection Qi.

Even Wang Po had an illusion that the evil god was the demon king, and he was just a passer-by on the street.

No move.

Up to now, there is really no move.

The evil god said faintly: "good strength. If I had been ten thousand years ago, I wouldn't dare to take your foot easily. As for now, I'd like to see the resistance of the demon king's body."

"What do you mean..."

Before he finished, Wang Po suddenly saw that the evil god in front of him was gone.

Then he realized as like as two peas of Zheng Feiyue's pain, and his heart was torn.

Boom!

The Qi and blood in Wang Po's body burst out and condensed into an ancient and mysterious symbol in the air. As soon as it appeared, it frantically absorbed the aura between heaven and earth.

The speed of Reiki coming is too fast and converges into the shape of vortex.

After absorbing enough aura, the mysterious symbol returned to Wang Po's body.

"Ah!"

Wang Po shouted, as if the drowning man had tasted the sweetness of fresh air again, his body returned from the rigid state, and his forehead and back were full of sweat.

He looked at the evil god with frightened eyes.

The evil god was also looking at him with a look of examination: "is this the biggest secret of the demon king? I see."

"Cough, cough, cough."

Wang Po coughed violently. He couldn't understand what the evil god said, but one thing he knew very well was that if he continued to stay, he would be finished!

"Run!"

Wang Po burst out and rushed down the mountain like a shell.

Run!

We must escape!

There's only one way to stay here!

At this moment, under the threat of life, the dignity of the demon king's body, invincible belief and his gratitude to Zheng Feiyue all became insignificant.

"Stay in the green mountains without worrying about firewood."

He comforted himself so much.

Zheng Feiyue also moved and ran away in the opposite direction, faster than the rabbit.

Wang Po knelt down and farted!

Fighting to death and not fighting back are two different things. The former makes you feel "it's worth your life". As for the latter, ha ha, dignity is precious, and the price of life is higher.

Hoo!

Hoo Hoo!

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind swept by my ears, and the clouds were crushed by the strong wind and turned into a little white awn.

Zheng Feiyue urged all his strength to rush towards the place he thought safe. At the moment, he regretted not understanding a way related to "running".

Whoosh!

As soon as the idea came up, Zheng Feiyue had rushed out of the cloud array. Just when he thought that "birds can fly in the sky", a figure appeared in front of him, which made his body suddenly stiff.

Evil gods are blocking him in front!

Zheng Feiyue's scalp was numb. He didn't dare to run forward at all. He had to retreat and return to the cloud array.

The evil god pressed step by step, and his face was still calm: "didn't you say you wanted to pull me down from the altar? How can you give up halfway?"

Zheng Feiyue was bitter in his mouth. While frantically calling for "cub seed", he said with a strong smile: "the big husband can bend and stretch... Why don't you go after Wang Po?"

The evil god said, "I know the secret of the devil's body. It's not necessary to force him to stay. Of course, you can also understand that I'm more interested in you than the devil's body."

"Don't be kidding." Zheng Feiyue smiled.

Evil god: "although the five ways are all frivolous, you must have a big secret. I'm more interested in your secret."

Zheng Feiyue's eyes lit up.

Good news, as long as you are interested in your secret, you prove that you still have the value of living.

The next second,

"When you die, I will study your body." the evil god said.

Zheng Feiyue's expression was stiff on his face.

Why don't you play cards according to the routine?

Is a living specimen better than a dead specimen?

The evil god slowly approached Zheng Feiyue. The distance between the two sides was narrowing step by step. Zheng Feiyue retreated again and again. Life had never been so miserable and helpless as it is now.

"Are you afraid?"

The evil God asked as he walked.

Zheng Feiyue went crazy and pretended to be eloquent: "fear is everyone's nature. Don't you have a time to be afraid?"

The evil god shook his head and continued to approach.

Zheng Feiyue kept retreating, but his speed was far less than that of the evil god. He shouted, "I have a secret about Wang Xiaohua's life and death. Don't you want to know?"

"That magic knife?" asked the evil god.

Zheng Feiyue began to feel cold all over.

The evil god said, "I have known the moon for thousands of years. How can I not know the magic knife? The first time Xiaohua brought the knife to the evil god sect, I knew the details of this knife.

During the trip to the small world, Xiaohua seems to be the biggest beneficiary, but she is just manipulated by others, and that person can only be you. From this, I infer that you come from the West Bank and have a lot of relations with the cold Star Palace. "

It is often said that standing high can see far.

The evil god, who has been sitting in the cloud for thousands of years, perfectly explains this truth.

Zheng Feiyue murmured, "then why don't you expose me? Since Wang Xiaohua has opened the seal of the subduing knife, she will be swallowed up by the magic knife!"

The evil god shook his head: "the evil subduing knife is not small, but you can't get the spirit of my son. Mingyue is a stupid woman. She thinks she can break the shackles of heaven and earth with this knife, but she doesn't know she's making wedding clothes for others."

Now it's Zheng Feiyue's turn to understand.

The evil god looked at him and didn't continue to explain. He said faintly, "in short, it's not a bad thing that the knife is in Xiaohua. It's you. If you grow up, it will become a disaster sooner or later."

Zheng Feiyue grinned: "can I take this as a compliment?"

The evil god disappeared in place.

Then appeared behind Zheng Feiyue.

The familiar pain came. Zheng Feiyue covered his chest, grew up his mouth, and the despair in his eyes lost its luster.

He's really at the end of his tether. He can't even use the strength of green trees to extract vitality and feed himself back - the whole square kilometer is haggard, and his vitality has long been drained.

The evil god looked at him calmly and said, "go to hell."