Several people present were well aware of this situation.

The same goes for the three-headed divine dog.

So, he is not in a hurry.

The Thousand-Armed Demon King wants to cry but has no tears.

In the Huangquan River, he had nowhere to escape.

Slow death!

Or die like a show being watched in the mouth of your enemy!

This is too unacceptable.

Lord Zhenhun also smiled.

Make your kid ignorant of good and evil.

Now, take your time and enjoy it.

The three-headed divine dog swung its ax and chopped at will.

Except for the six-star tentacles, all five-star attacks are difficult to block.

When the ax went down, the tentacles broke and the soul juice flew everywhere.

This is no different from Ling Chi.

The Thousand-Armed Demon King howled in pain.

The Soul-Suppressing Master said quietly: "Come on, Thousand-Handed Demon King, and try to kill this ungrateful villain like the three-headed divine dog."

"We'll be rooting for you."

The Thousand-Armed Demon King shouted: "Master Zhenhun, you are so shameless."

It was obviously the mad dog they provoked, but they allowed themselves to fight tooth and nail.

Ren Kuangdao: "Thousand-Handed Demon King, how are you thinking about it?"

"If I hadn't seen that you were of some use, I wouldn't have bothered to accept you as a slave."

"Look at this Lord Zhenhun, who was a super strong man in the Holy Temple back then. He was a tyrannical being who fought with the Holy King and others."

"Ten thousand times more noble than you, a salted fish living in a smelly ditch."

"Even he has a sharp eye and is willing to be my slave. Who do you think you are?"

The Thousand-Armed Demon King rarely uttered a word to refute this time.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but rather than getting angry, surviving is what he cares about most.

Internal and external troubles!

At this moment, the Thousand-Armed Demon King deeply doubted the world.

Why is there so much malice towards him?

Especially this human being and his weapon spirit are simply heartless.

At this time, you still take advantage of others' danger.

"Help me and we can clear up all the misunderstandings."

The Thousand-Armed Demon King said helplessly.

If the tooth is gone, it is gone.

Survival is the most important thing.

Ren Kuang said angrily: "You are so smart. You attacked my island without authorization and wanted to devour me. This debt is not so easy to settle."

"According to my rules, you should now owe me one million drops of refined soul juice."

"Pay off the debt and the grievances between us will be wiped out."

One million drops of pure soul juice?

Even a sinister person like Zhenhun Venerable would feel chills running down his back when he heard this amount.

Only when soul cultivation reaches seventy-seventy-nine drops of soul juice can the sea of ​​will be condensed.

Then, the soul power turned into elixir.

The broken elixir transforms into a soul infant.

The consumption of a soul baby in one day is not small.

Whether there is excess soul juice left depends on one's cultivation level.

When Master Zhenhun reached the five-star peak, the soul infant could only store three drops of soul power juice every day!

Being able to save a hundred drops a year is considered a relatively optimistic income.

But the monks who condense the soul infant are not just for the purpose of condensing the soul power juice and storing it for fun.

It will be consumed when encountering enemies or during daily practice.

Calculated this way, it would be considered good to save a hundred drops a year.

One million drops of pure soul power juice, wouldn’t it take ten thousand years?

The Thousand-Armed Demon King was so angry that his voice trembled.

"Why don't you go and grab it?"

Ren Kuang said calmly: "Aren't I robbing now?"

The Thousand-Armed Demon King suddenly became angry.

Zhenhun Venerable coughed and reminded: "Thousand-Handed Demon King, you don't have much time."

"Even if you work for your master for ten thousand years, it's better than dying now, right?"

"Besides, where can you find such a wise, mighty and invincible master?"

"This is not your disaster, but your opportunity!"

He persuaded with earnest words.

The Thousand-Armed Demon King said harshly: "You are too cruel."

Click, click!

The last three tentacles were cut off directly by the three-headed divine dog.

"Kill the three-headed dog for me, and I will join you."

The Thousand-Armed Demon King had no time to think.

Hundreds of tentacles were chopped off, leaving only one six-star tentacle.

Now he looks like a swollen ball dragging an intestine.

Not only is it funny, it's also a little disgusting.

The three-headed divine dog chuckled strangely: "A group of lowly souls from the lower reaches also want to provoke my great three-headed divine dog. It's really ridiculous."

Ren Kuang slapped the bell violently, emitting ultra-low-frequency sound waves.

"You are so shameless in your words, you three-headed dog will die."

Ren Kuang didn't pay much attention to this kind of patchwork soul creature.

The three major tricks of the soul-suppressing bell have been upgraded to target the soul and become more destructive.

Soul condensation!

Soul-catching!

Ren Kuang's soul juice is free of charge and he explodes continuously.

One drop, two drops...eighteen drops!

The Divine Bead of Faith suddenly shone brightly and blessed the soul-suppressing bell.

At this moment, the soul-suppressing bell exploded and launched the most powerful attack since Ren Kuang got it.

The three-headed divine dog was about to strike at the last tentacle with an axe.

But suddenly I felt my brain was shaken.

The ultra-low frequency vibration seemed to shatter its entire body.

Before he could react, another huge roar came from his mind.

It's like the whole world is vibrating.

The buzzing sound is endless.

"Ah...bastard! My head is going to split."

The three-headed divine dog didn't even want the axe. He held his head with both hands and screamed.
To be continued...