Chapter 1931: Murderous!

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Before, the Qingjiao King had been standing quietly behind Ye Fan, his appearance was unassuming and very low-key.

Everyone regards him as an ordinary servant. Even if he has some skills, how can he be stronger?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the aura of the Qing Jiao King has undergone earth-shaking changes, from a servant with an unbelievable appearance to a peerless powerhouse.

Under the attention of the public, the Qingjiao King's five-finger squeak directly grasped the measuring ruler that fell from the sky without any effort.

His understatement seemed to be a plastic toy instead of an ancient treasure.

This shocking scene caused a strong visual impact on everyone present.

"How is this possible?"

"Meng Gongzi's attack has been accepted? Am I dazzled?"

"No! Impossible! Such a powerful person will definitely not be an unknown person, let alone become a slave!"

For a while, all the eyes of the audience focused on the Qing Jiao King, both in awe and jealousy.

This mysterious powerhouse of unknown origin made them feel unprecedented fear.

High in the sky.

Meng Shaoling still held the hundreds of zhang Tianru with both hands, but his face was pale as paper, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, Meng Shaoling has no reservations, injecting all the power of good fortune into the measuring ruler, exerting 200% of his power.

Although he was able to break through the realm by relying on the elder Taishang's passing on the merits and the cultivation of the seedlings to encourage him, he was after all a genuine two-layer true immortal.

The power of this fall from the sky is extremely terrifying, even if it is a true immortal of the sixth and seventh layers of the robbery, it is impossible to take it with the body alone.

Unexpectedly, now, the Qing Jiao King just raised his hand, did not display any magical powers, and took it easily.

How can Meng Shaoling not be surprised by such a mighty power?

Meng Shaoling didn't know that the Qing Jiao King was not a human monk, but a peerless demon king.

Although the Qingjiao King was transformed into a human form and restrained the demon, his physique was still the body of the demon king, incredibly powerful, several times that of a human monk in the same realm.

Because of this, Meng Shaoling's attack was no different from Tickle in the eyes of King Qing Jiao.

Of course, it would be different if it was the Supreme Elder of the real martial arts sect who held a measuring ruler in his hand and showed great power.

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"Humph!"

Suddenly, the Qingjiao King let out a cold snort, and sharply shot a blade-like cold light in his eyes, and sternly said: "Only you, dare to provoke my host? You are the one who dares to provoke my master!"

With that said, the Qingjiao King slammed his chest, his spine straight, like a mountain that pierced the sky, and wanted to poke a hole in the sky. This unparalleled spirit was much stronger than Meng Shaoling.

The endless majestic fighting spirit radiated from every pore of his, almost boiling, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Affected by this intent to fight, Meng Shaoling seemed to be poured cold water, no longer the aggressive appearance before, only panic and fear remained in his heart.

Among the younger generation, he is certainly a leader, but he is not a little bit worse than the Qing Jiao King, a peerless demon king who has been standing for thousands of years.

"Huh! Pull out the mountains!"

The green dragon screamed, and the muscles of his right arm swelled instantly. The bulging blue veins of the horns resemble horns dragons, which contained explosive power.

Everyone on the scene felt that the body of the Qingjiao King seemed to be more stalwart than the mountains, like a **** standing high in the clouds.

The next moment, under the incredible gaze of everyone, the Qingjiao King turned against the guest, and instantly seized the control of the heavenly ruler. He swung the heavenly ruler abruptly, leading Meng Shaoling on the other end, and slammed into the ground.

Meng Shaoling was locked in the Qi machine and couldn't move at all. He couldn't even let go of the measuring ruler.

"boom!"

A few seconds later, another loud noise rang out, as if the heavens collapsed and the sun and moon fell.

Meng Shaoling slammed heavily on the ground, spurting blood, his bones were broken, and he was miserable.

Since becoming the closed disciple of the Supreme Elder, he has never suffered such a severe injury.

What is even more ironic is that the heavenly ruler, which should have shown great power, turned out to be the enemy's weapon against him!

A monk, if he can't even control the weapons in his hand, then what is the value of living, just apology himself!

"Ho **** ho ho!"

Deep in Meng Shaoling's throat, he uttered an unwilling roar, but now he was like a fish on a chopping board. There was no fight back and he could only be slaughtered.

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In the distance, the monks who were watching were all stunned in place, dumbfounded and dumbfounded, unable to describe their feelings in words.

one strike!

With just one blow, King Qing Jiao suppressed Meng Shaoling.

The power gap between the two is too great, just like the difference between clouds and mud.

More importantly, the Qing Jiao King is just a servant!

How terrible is Ye Fan as the master? !

"Step! Step! Step!"

At this moment, the Qingjiao King strode towards Meng Shaoling with meteors, and the heavy footsteps exploded on everyone's chest like thunder.

Looking at the Qing Jiao King who was pressing in step by step, Meng Shaoling's face changed wildly. He noticed a strong ominous premonition and quickly shouted, "You...what are you going to do?"

"Boy, you are bold enough to provoke my master. Your sin is unforgivable! Today, you must pay the price of blood!"

While the Green Dragon King spoke, a terrifying and fierce light blasted from his eyes, and his pupils were like two deep vortexes, which made people feel creepy and tremble in the depths of his soul.

"boom!"

With the body of the Qing Jiao King as the center of the circle, it was condensed as the real murderous aura, soaring into the sky, soaring up, shattering the flowing clouds on the sky.

A peerless demon king like him, for thousands of years, dominates the entire evil sea. Over the years, I don't know how much blood has been stained in his hands. Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

All the human races and monster races killed by him are still entangled in his body. It is not obvious in the weekdays. Now the Qingjiao King actively exudes murderous aura, as if turning this place into a **** of Shura. Surrender at his feet.

For a time, almost all the human monks lay down on the ground, cold all over, as if they had been subjected to a fixation technique and could not move at all.

Perceiving this ultimate killing intent, Meng Shaoling, who is a generation of Tianjiao, was also frightened and trembling: "I...I am a closed disciple of the Supreme Elder of Zhenwu Dao Sect. If you kill me, Master will definitely not I'll give it up!"

"Huh! This king kills, why care about others' opinions?" Qing Jiao King said coldly, revealing unabashed arrogance between the lines.

This king?

Hearing this claim, Meng Shaoling's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-shaped awns, and his heart was shocked.

In the ruins, there are few who can claim to be "kings", and every one of them is an existence above all beings.

As a king, he must have his own pride and will never bow his head to others easily, let alone be a slave!

"You...who are you?" Meng Shaoling asked through gritted teeth.

Although the name of the Qingjiao King moved the world, his reputation spread far and wide, and he was well-known in the human race.

However, there are very few monks who have seen him in human form.

What's more... Since the beginning of the battle, the Qing Jiao King hasn't shown the slightest demon aura at all, and with his strong physique, it is enough to crush Meng Shaoling.

Because of this, Meng Shaoling couldn't infer his origin at all.

"Want to know the origin of this king, when you are in hell, go and ask Lord Yan!"

The Qing Jiao King suddenly raised his right hand and severely pinched Meng Shaoling's throat, preparing to end his life.

"boom!"

At this moment, a surging breath burst out from the rear, like a landslide and tsunami.

"Retain people!"