Reborn 80,000 Years

The first thousand five hundred and seventy-two chapters are angry!

With a strong wave from the demon god, Ling Yuyao and the others flew quickly to the distance on the broken wing. But in an instant, the figures of several people had disappeared in the distance, completely gone.

"Well……"

Seeing this scene, a few strange people raised their brows slightly, and there was a funny look in their eyes: "Old things, you are already hard to protect yourself, and you still want to take care of others, but you really have the world in mind and love. It's incomparable!"

"Haha..." Hearing this, the demon **** sneered and didn't say much.

He closed his eyes silently, like fish on a chopping board, as if silently waiting for death.

He has been seriously injured now, and he can't even use a little strength. Even, as long as the people of the Qiongqi clan are willing, they can easily pry open their heads, take out the inner alchemy, and crush it, which will kill him.

For the demon god, there is no difference between dying sooner or later. Anyway, he has been alive for such a long time. Since he is about to die, it is better to be easy.

"Fine."

At this moment, only the Qiongqi people laughed and said, "It's just a bunch of ants, and they ran away. Anyway, our purpose is to belong to the unicorn family. As long as this old thing is still Just be there."

Hearing this, the people of the Qiongqi clan couldn't help but laugh, and their eyes toward the demon **** were full of cruelty and mockery.

"It looks like this old thing has already accepted his fate?"

"Alright, if that's the case, it saves us doing it ourselves. His obedient obedience is in line with our intentions."

The people of the Qiongqi tribe laughed one after another, and while talking, they also walked towards the demon god.

The next moment, I saw one of them, suddenly pulled out a sword from behind, and slammed it at the head of the demon god!

boom!

Accompanied by the heavy impact, the sharp blade directly smashed the head of the demon god, and the blood came out from the head of the demon **** like a fountain, and stained the ground red.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would be shocked, and even feel cruel in their hearts?

After his head was split, the demon **** was obviously a bit painful, and his face was also a bit ugly. But at any rate, he had seen countless people with strong winds and waves. Although the pain was unbearable, he never said a word, silently enduring the pain.

I saw a person from the Qiongqi tribe stepping forward and peeling off the head of the demon god. Then everyone saw a golden pill lying quietly in his head.

"Golden Core!"

Seeing this scene, everyone from the Qiongqi clan exclaimed, and there was joy in their eyes.

For them, although the Qilin tribe’s flesh and blood are extremely powerful, the demon gods are after all golden core gods. This golden core contained the essence of his life. If he could swallow this golden core, it would be far more useful than devouring the flesh and blood of the demon god!

Whoosh!

And just when they were about to take action against the demon god, they heard a sound of breaking through the air suddenly.

"Who is it?" Feeling the powerful killing intent suddenly coming from behind, the body of that clan was shocked, and he also turned his head abruptly, with a vigilant look in his eyes.

The next moment, the people of the Qiongqi tribe saw that a sharp blade suddenly whizzed from a distance! With a powerful force of breaking through the air, he stabbed at them fiercely!

This sword is red all over, like a red lightning, it has almost leapt thousands of meters in the blink of an eye!

The next moment, with a "pouch" sound, that sword directly penetrated the arm of one of the Qilin tribesmen, bringing up a burst of blood!

"Ah!" The huge pain from the arm made the Qiongqi tribe scream and wailed in pain while clutching his injured arm.

And the next moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the void.

"come back!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sharp sword inserted into the arm of the Qilin tribe seemed to have self-consciousness.

The blade shook slightly, and it flew out of the wound, then hovered in the air for a while and flew in a certain direction in the distance.

Seeing this scene, the Qiongqi tribe immediately looked up and saw a figure not far away, at this moment.

This man is a young man in his twenties with a handsome appearance, but his face is very ugly at the moment, as if water is about to drip out of gloom. He held a scarlet long sword in his hand, with blood permeating from the tip of the sword, dropping to the ground.

"the host?"

Seeing this scene, the dying Demon God suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But soon, being so surprised became anxious, he opened his mouth, wanting to remind Yang Chen to leave here as soon as possible. But no matter what, he couldn't even make the slightest sound at this moment, and his whole body seemed to be pumped out of strength, very weak.

"who are you?"

Seeing Yang Chen who suddenly appeared, everyone in the Qiongqi tribe was also stunned, with a vigilant look in their eyes.

"Boy, you're so impatient that you even dare to move from my poor clan?"

"Do you know what will happen to someone who offends the poor clan?"

The gloomy and cold voice continued to ring, reaching Yang Chen's ears.

But when he heard what they said, Yang Chen's expression didn't show the slightest fear. On the contrary, the anger in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

Even the hand holding the Eroding Dragon Sword couldn't help but use force, and there was a creaking sound between the sword and the palm, as if it would crush the sword at any time.

Not far away, the huge unicorn lying on the ground, dying, and the blood that constantly seeped out of him... To Yang Chen, it was like a sharp needle that deeply pierced his. In his heart, Yang Chen was a little breathless.

"Huh...huh..."

Yang Chen was panting violently, his eyes all turned red at this moment, because of the **** eyes of the beast, exuding a cold chill.

The surrounding air suddenly solidified under the stimulation of this powerful breath.

With Yang Chen's feet as the center, a layer of ice crystals suddenly formed on the ground, and the coldness filled the people, causing everyone in the Qiongqi tribe to tremble.

"This kid...what's the matter?"

"Why is something wrong?"

This sudden and powerful killing intent made everyone of the Qiongqi tribe a little numb. For some reason, there was a kind of fear in their hearts?

It seemed that what was standing in front of them at this moment was not a small land fairy, but suddenly turned into a peerless might?