Chapter 1860: Keep your dog eyes open!

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The voice of Little Wolf King was like a reminder of the Nether Messenger.

His fierce and fierce gaze swept across the human monks in the audience.

The human monks didn't dare to look at him at all, they lowered their heads, wishing there was a hole in the ground to hide in.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the little wolf king is like a demon **** and evil star.

After waiting for a long time, there was never a second person on the ring.

Little Wolf King seemed to be a little impatient, and he cursed: "Damn! A bunch of timid things, so scared? Waste, garbage, ants! You are wasting food when you live!"

Little Wolf King scolded very badly, but even though those human monks were angry, they still did not dare to take the stage.

In the ruins, survival is the most important thing!

All pride and dignity can be discarded at any time. Only by living is the truth!

What's more... They had already suffered countless tortures before, and had been hungry for several months. No matter how strong they were, they couldn't hold them anymore, and they showed up to 30% of their strength.

In such a state to challenge Little Wolf King, there is almost no chance of winning, but it is just a step in the footsteps of Monk Shikong, and the blood is splashed in the fighting platform.

The little wolf king became more and more aggressive, and his arrogance showed no doubt: "Come on, you bunch of **** come on stage and challenge me! If one doesn't work, two will work, if two don't work, ten will work, and if ten won't work, all will be on together. !!!"

Although he is arrogant, he has arrogant capital.

One move can smash Monk Shikong's form, and this is not necessarily his peak state, and I don't know what killer he has hidden.

In the face of such a terrifying enemy, no one dares to take risks.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The little wolf king laughed back and said gloomily: "Since you don't want to be on stage, then all of you will be slaughtered, the dried blood will be used as wine, the limbs will be cut off as a delicacy, and the heart will be dug out for medicine!"

Hearing these words, there was a sound of swallowing saliva in the hall, and the demons showed a greedy look.

For the monster race, the human race is also equivalent to "food." The stronger the human race monk, the stronger the internal energy contained in the body. For the monster race, it is a great supplement and can increase its strength.

Although the improvement is not too much, if you can eat the flesh and blood of the strong for a long time, the benefits are also very huge.

In fact, the little wolf king just tore the monk Shikong with his hands, it was a waste in the eyes of many monsters, and it was a violent thing.

"It's been a long time since I have eaten human meat buns, I can't wait!" Toad Jing said while drooling.

"There are dozens of human monks here, and they are all good!"

"Hey! Kill them all, we can almost get an arm or a leg!"

In the eyes of these demons, it seems that dozens of celebrity monks have been regarded as Chinese food.

...

"hiss!"

Many human monks inhaled air-conditioning, anger and fear.

"Rather than being slaughtered by these monsters and reduced to food on the table, it is better to die on the ring like a soldier. It is also considered glorious and not depraved!"

The speaker was a big beard. Although he was dressed in coarse linen and all the treasures on his body were taken away by the monster clan, his body still revealed a strong will.

The next moment, his body shape was like a skyrocketing gun, and he landed on the fighting platform with a loud "boom", and the ground trembled and the momentum was shocking.

"Purgatory Boxer, Wu Gang, please enlighten me!"

His voice resounded like a rolling thunder.

Many people present were surprised when they heard these words.

The Purgatory Boxing School, although not one of the nine ancient sects, is famous in the ruins, such as Lei Guaner. Although there are not many disciples under the school, it follows a small but refined route.

This sect does not practice supernatural powers, does not practice boxing, but cultivates the realm of boxing.

Purgatory fist, there are only three realms in total.

Yin and Yang Purgatory, Heaven and Earth Purgatory, Chaos Purgatory.

Although there are not many realms, as long as he can cultivate "Yin Yang Purgatory", he can be regarded as a master in the ruins.

The Wu Gang in front of him was the most prestigious disciple of Purgatory Boxing Sect in hundreds of years.

It is rumored that he condensed the golden core at the age of 16, broke through the Nascent Soul at the age of 30, broke through the transformation of God at the age of 80, and at the same time realized the "Heaven and Hell".

It is really surprising that such a strong person has also become a prisoner.

"Cut! Purgatory Fist, what about it? Stop talking nonsense, move quickly!" The little wolf king urged impatiently, not paying attention to Wu Gang at all.

"Huh!"

Wu Gang yelled, his aura suddenly changed dramatically, his eyes were flushed, his body swelled, and his body burst out like a beast of ancient times. At the same time, it was mixed with the tragic and majestic meaning of giving up one's life and forgetting to die.

If at the peak state, Wu Gang would have confidence to fight the little wolf king for three hundred rounds, but he had been tortured for several months, the internal energy in the dantian was almost exhausted, the longer the delay, the more disadvantaged.

Therefore, he has only one chance!

One trick is life and death!

"Cracking!"

There was a thunderous sound from Wu Gang's body, his right leg slammed, and the floor of the ring broke apart, and his figure resembled a long-standing cannonball, suddenly exploded, and the surrounding air was torn apart. , Pulling out the vacuum tunnel in the air, the momentum is unstoppable.

"Heaven and Earth Purgatory!"

Wu Gang yelled, all his lifelong martial arts will was integrated into this move, spreading in all directions, as if turning the whole world into Shura hell.

The blood shed thousands of miles and the corpses were everywhere.

At this moment, the group of demons present were shrouded in this breath, shivering with fright, and even had a strong illusion, as if they were really in that purgatory, unable to break free.

This kind of fascinating, strong and strong, but also mixed with the rules of the domain, even the top big demon must retreat.

It's just a matter of time.

The little wolf king squatted down and put his hands on the ground in front of him, but his neck was stretched long, he looked up at the sky and roared:

"Devil Wolf Xiaoyue!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh..."

His howling wolf sounded like a magic sound, into the ears of all the creatures present.

Just the aftermath that spread, made many monsters and human cultivators feel uncomfortable, dizzy, and almost fainted.

But Wu Gang, who was the first to be hit, had his eyes burning with raging flames, and his fighting spirit was like a pouring rain, which was immediately extinguished.

The power of "Heaven and Earth Purgatory" also disappeared without a trace.

"thump!"

Immediately, Wu Gang's burly body fell directly to the ground, without any vitality, just like that.

...

"What is this trick?!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was surprised.

In the wolf howl just now, it was not only a simple sonic attack, but also a horrible wave of consciousness. Although it seemed silent, it could deal a fatal blow to the enemy's soul.

Wu Gang didn't even have time to use the ultimate move of "Heaven and Earth Purgatory", so he died tragically under the attack of this spirit, and his death was unclear.

"Master, this is the racial talent of the Xiaoyue Demon Wolf! The demon wolf roared, the sky trembled three times, and the ghosts and gods must avoid them!" The ancestor of the hogman explained.

When Ye Fan heard this, he couldn't help but look at the little wolf king.

Although these monster races can't practice all kinds of magical abilities like human monks, but their racial talents are really abnormal.

Little Wolf King killed two human masters, but the feast of killing did not stop, but continued.

Next, one after another human race monks stepped onto the fighting platform one after another.

Even if they knew that the front was the abyss of hell, they had to jump inside because they had no way to go.

Soon, the corpses on the fighting platform were everywhere, and the blood gathered into a river.

Little Wolf King stood in the center, unscathed.

When the last human monk was killed, the demons in the audience boiled.

"Little Wolf King is mighty! Little Wolf King is invincible!"

"With such strength, among the young generation in the ruins, it is rare to meet opponents!"

"It's not just the ruins, it's even better than the outside masters!"

"I heard that the two most powerful tianjiao outside, one is the Daozi Han Xiao of Yunhaixianmen, and the other is the prince Qin Xuance of the Great Xia Dynasty! But the two of them are only worthy of Little Wolf King's shoes!"

Hearing these flattering sounds, Little Wolf King's face was full of smiles.

However, Ye Fan in the distance showed contempt and shook his head.

This little wolf king is indeed a master, but whether it is Daozi Han Xiao's Immortal Martial Saint Body, or the prince Qin Xuance's "Nine Dragons Emperor Gong", they are more powerful than the little wolf king's racial talent, and it is not a little bit powerful.

Ye Fan didn't want to say anything, but the sharp-eyed little wolf king caught his shaking his head, and suddenly became angry, and shouted:

"Hey...that human brat, what are you doing shaking your head, do you look down on me?"