Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

"Challenge! Challenge! Challenge!"

The cry of landslides and tsunamis.

The eyes full of fanaticism and malice almost completely overwhelmed him.

What Moxiu values ​​most is strength, what he admires most is fighting, and what he despises most is the cowardly fear of war.If he didn't want to lose his foothold in the Northern Devil Territory from now on, under the watchful eyes of everyone, no matter whether he was dead or disabled in today's battle, he must not take half a step back.

Banquet Guihe made a good plan.

Using the disastrous defeat in the battle of Mingcheng as an excuse, no one would think that there is any problem with him being the third Demon Lord but challenging the latter in the ranking.

For Yan Guihe, who came back from another timeline's "future", if he wins, he can wipe away the shadows brought by the "future" Yin Lang and break through his heart barriers; Showed his favor and joined his camp smoothly, dormant waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables.

If he hadn't met Xu Rong, Ji Changan, Xie Tingxuan and others first, he would not have been able to speculate about weird things like 'rebirth' and other Arabian Nights just because of a subconsciously avoiding eyes and a drastically changed temperament. It will suffer a big loss from this poisonous snake.

So, I don't know if it was a bad luck or a blessing to discuss such a deal with Tiandao.

Covering it with his big sleeves, Yin Lang squeezed his apprentice's palm hard, and stepped forward.

The entanglement of spiritual power and demonic energy roared out from the dantian, washing through the meridians on the left and right sides clearly, and the scarlet gem falling from the wrist emitted a dazzling light.As the robe sleeves fluttered, thick ink swam away like water, and the long spear was torn out from the void with black flames surging!

Hei Yan drew an arc-shaped crack in the air, and the tip of the gun pointed obliquely at the ground, Yin Lang calmly raised his eyes.

"Please."

Dark green and blood red pierced the sky, and they were entangled in one place in an instant.

Before Yan Guihe, who came back from the future, was stabbed to death by Xu Rong, his strength had already reached Yan Yan's current state. Even if limited by the injuries of this body, he could only exert three or four out of ten of his body's power, it was enough to overcome the catastrophe Later combat power.

Fighting alone, coupled with Yan Guihe's understanding of his fighting habits, this must be a hard fight.

The corners of the robe with big sleeves fluttered. Yin Lang mobilized the aura and devil energy in his dantian at the same time for the first time since the battle of Mingcheng. One move can reach the maximum power of the current level.

Seemingly endless black flames were burning on the God-killing Spear, and when the cold flame tail burned the upper corner of the robe, Yan Guihe had to give up the offensive and waved his hand to cut off the tail of the silently burning robe to survive.

No one knows where Yin Lang's strange cold flame came from. Since he first appeared in the Lantian Realm, this black flame has always been with him. Wherever he passes, life will be cut off, and his soul will be scattered. Once it touches it, there will be no chance of reincarnation. No one is afraid of it.

Yan Guihe's chin brushed against Yan Guihe's chin, but if his movement of raising his head was a little slower, at least half of his face would be ruined.

Yan Guihe took a deep breath, and slapped his backhand with poisonous gas, "Young man is really irritable. I just helped you out of spite, and you just want to repay your kindness like this?"

Yin Lang turned sideways, and said lightly: "If the 'senior' can immediately surrender and admit defeat on the spot, Yin would not mind talking to the 'senior' about repaying the favor on the spot."

"..."

Yan Guihe laughed shortly, but said nothing.He raised his left palm suddenly, and the poisonous mist on the entire high platform quickly gathered towards his palm, just like the palm that finally defeated the sixth one. shoulder.

Yin Lang's pupils shrunk, but unfortunately his movements couldn't keep up with his thinking. His right shoulder took all the power of his palm, and his whole body was thrown into the air, smashing a huge hole in the rocky ground of Nanshan Mountain.

Yan Guihe walked towards him, smiling and looking down at him, "It's better for young people to be more modest."

He is not afraid of Yin Lang's revenge, if the future devil master has this kind of tolerance, he might as well continue to dawdle under Yan Yan's hands.

The show of goodwill has already been shown, but being too eager will arouse the other party's vigilance, and it is easy to be seen as something strange.

Yin Lang struggled to get up from the bottom of the pit, his right arm was trembling violently, and the killing gun almost came out of his hand.

He looked as usual, raised his hand to quickly seal the acupuncture point to prevent the poisonous gas from spreading, and pointed like a sword across his wrist, until the blood containing the devilish gas turned red again, allowing the wound to heal normally.

With Yan Guihe's palm, he lost nearly one-third of his devil energy, which can be described as a heavy loss.

It is indeed the most poisonous snake in the world.

When Yin Lang was blown away, Wu Mantuo, who was watching the battle, grasped the handrail nervously and leaned forward unconsciously.

Chao Liang stroked his chin and gloated, "Correct! Tell this vicious guy to cheat people everywhere, and hit the iron plate now? It's fine if you dare to attack Yan Guihe in its heyday, if you don't do it quickly, just do it directly." Kill him, this is good, he will be punished."

Umantuo stared nervously at the smoky high platform.

Chao Liang continued to ponder, "Ham, I still can't figure out why he took the initiative to attack Yan Guihe. This guy has always been very low-key. I remember that Yan Guihe didn't recruit him... Oh, yes, Yan Guihe I have no hatred with him, but I have hatred with his father! Yin Jiuxuan's bad temper back then... tsk tsk tsk, no wonder."

Umantuo twitched his eyebrows impatiently.

Zhao Liang's eyes gradually showed pity, "Oh, speaking of it, this kid is quite unlucky, even though he is said to be the No. People—except for that idiot Jiao, who would be willing to hang out with him."

Fool Umantuo: "..."

The fifth idiot: "..."

Fool Yan Guihe: "..."

Zhao Liang, "You..."

Umantuo, "Shut up for my old lady!"

Zhao Liang, "..."

He was inexplicable, "Why are you so irritable today? I wanted to ask for a long time, why do you care so much about Yin Lang? It was the same just now, Yan Yan was clearly angry and took it out on him, why are you so anxious to get angry? "

He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression gradually became terrified, "You won't..." Have a crush on him, right?

Wu Mantuo said darkly: "No matter what messed things you are thinking, if you dare to say it, be careful that the old lady will smack your mouth!"

Zhao Liang, "..."

Forget it, what's the point of competing with this crazy crazy woman.

Yin Lang wiped the blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and slowly got up from the bottom of the pit. He looked up at Yan Guihe, his expression as calm as ever, "Thank you."

Yan Guihe smiled, "You're welcome. I'm not so low as to take advantage of others."

Yin Lang's toes landed on the flat ground little by little, and he stretched out his hand, and the killing gun fell into his palm.He suddenly said: "Speaking of which, when we meet again in Mingcheng, I wonder if it's Yin's illusion. Venerable Yan seems to be quite... afraid of Yin?"

The movement of Yan Guihe raising his palm paused for a moment.

Yin Lang stood motionless on the spot.

Yan Guihe quickly covered up his gaffe, smiled and shook his head, "Aren't you even willing to give up this little bit of verbal advantage? But I am really surprised that I can fabricate such a reason."

Yin Lang, "Whether it's a fabrication or not, Venerable Yan knows better than anyone else."

He didn't want to say any more, he turned his five fingers and gripped the gun body tightly, with the tip of the gun pointing forward.While the black flame rose up, it also covered up a small stream of golden liquid that slid down from the grip, and melted into the gun body soundlessly.

Yan Guihe slightly suppressed his smile, stretched his palms apart, his ten fingertips were condensed with almost black venom, and the space near his fingertips shrank and contracted, revealing small pieces of black collapse—even the space was covered. corroded.

"Are you going to get serious?"

Yin Lang stared at the ever-shrinking black cave, and suddenly dodged back. The next moment, the figure of Guihe who was supposed to be feasting 30 meters away slowly emerged from where he left. It entered the position that should have been Yin Lang's lower abdomen.

"It's a quick response."

Yan Guihe, who was dodged from the attack, was not annoyed, and his figure disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

"It can be faster."

Yin Lang didn't blink his eyes, and crossed the gun in front of him, "Clang! After the sound of strikes, the body of the gun rotated flexibly between the five fingers, and it swept out with a sharp roar, black flames rose, forcing the three of Yan Guihe back, and pierced his heart with a backhand shot.

Yan Guihe raised his hand to pick it up, his hands stopped halfway, and he watched in amazement that the tip of the gun suddenly flashed a distance of nearly ten feet, piercing his left chest at a tricky angle.

The sense of crisis soared, Yan Guihe's demonic energy surged rapidly, gathered in front of his chest to prevent the gun from continuing to advance, after a brief hindrance, he grasped the body of the gun with his gleaming dark green right hand, making the tip of the gun unable to move forward. Deep down.

He could feel the cold gun body that was only an inch away from the skin of his heart, the flesh surrounding the gun body convulsed and twitched, and a few drops of cold sweat uncontrollably leaked from the forehead.

how come……

He raised his head and saw the smile that the red-clothed venerable didn't know when to raise.

"Do you think this is the end? That would be too contemptuous..."

Yan Guihe didn't hear the last word clearly, the gun body that he held tightly in his palm suddenly felt a terrifying heat, like a spark falling from the withered grass, spreading to all the things that could be burned with the force of a prairie fire!

It's not just pure heat, the frightening extreme high temperature seems to be mixed with something more terrifying, just the slightest touch will make you kneel down and worship from the bottom of your heart.

The poisonous gas he was proud of melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

"Uh-"

The God-killing Spear swept across again, and Yan Guihe, who was almost unconscious, was knocked out without any resistance. Like Yin Lang before, he smashed heavily into the ground and couldn't get out for a long time.

The roaring flame swirled around in the air, and then drilled back into the master's dantian.

There was an eerie silence in the arena.

A bloodthirsty smile froze on his face, and when there were too many people, it formed an extremely funny picture.

Yin Lang calmed down his shortness of breath, lifted his head upside down, jumped off the high platform, and landed lightly on the ground.

The person closest to him hurriedly bowed back in panic, actively opening a path to the honored seat.The moment he sat down, there was another shout like a landslide and tsunami, which was deafening and lasted for a long time.

It is not a concept for He Yan Guihe to easily defeat the sixth one with the seventh place against the third place.In the eyes of the majority of demon cultivators, he successfully crossed the natural moat from the early stage of crossing the catastrophe to the great perfection of crossing the catastrophe.

It should be said that from this moment on, Yin Lang can already be called the 'Third Demon Lord'.

And if no one can defeat him again until the end of this demonic grand meeting, all the Demonic Venerables will automatically fill in one place forward. At that time, Yin Lang will truly be No. 1 under Yan Yan. throne.

Fifth Hong's beautiful eyes sparkled, and when Yin Lang was seated, he was about to say something to him when another figure fell on the high platform.

Umantuo raised his eyebrows, and raised his weapon provocatively at her, "Fifth Venerable, after sitting still for so long, your waist can hold it up? Why don't you come down and warm up."