27. Chapter 27 The Creator of the Netherworld

Author: Shi Hao's fan girl Shi Yao

Chapter 27 The Creator of the Netherworld

Outside the Valley of Wind, there is a shortage of the sword and the demonic sword is in the hands of the demon, and he is determined to kill the worm and turn it into Gala!

A cold front symbolizes the determination to end; a cold eye shows undefeated confidence.

Today, the only one who is infatuated with devils and evil can be kept.

I only heard the long roar of the witch-turned-Galao, and the long sword absorbed the endless wind around me, and advanced strongly!

The sword lacks people and swords to understand the gods, and I have no distinction between the swords, so I will show my supreme sword style again! The ultimate move will be against each other, and the earth will break and the mountains will collapse for a while.

The two of them have different thoughts in the fight between the strong and the decision of hatred.

Now, I can only defeat the opponent in front of me.

Fighting hard and fighting, both of them are the most powerful. They are the ones who are in the same place, and they are in a good way and are shattering mountains and breaking clouds.

The sword lacks the help of the prodigal son, and he is a human being again, and his foundation is no longer comparable to the time when he passed away.

Although he has been in the secret of the demon soul for many years, although he has been in the book of the demon record, he still carefully comprehended it for many years and accumulated strength.

In the continuous battle, the sword intent is extremely sublimated, one move faster than another, and one move stronger than another.

Although Giannyao can be extraordinary, he is hesitant and worried about the safety of Fenglong.

Because of the evil god, dragon head, he was uneasy and took good care of his actions, and was injured one after another.

"If this is the case with Giara! Then you will never have any chance today!"

Feeling that the Gengbian Gala was restless, although Fengmo hated the Eight Tribes, his persistence was the swordsman, which made him unable to help remind him.

"Why do you have to say too much? One move determines the outcome!"

The Geng Bian Gala thought for a long time, but at this time he had made a decision. He landed in one sentence, and took advantage of the momentum to break the distance between the two.

"Fuck the evil stars, gather ghosts, and destroy the world of the law"

The evil spirit surrounds, and the strange light flashes. The strongest move of Mian becomes Gala immediately.

"The three wonders of the front and the demons are the end, the style is infinite, and the swords are connected to the heaven and earth and have a tangible appearance."

The sword intent is reaching the sky, and the sharp edge appears, like a drifting rain, falling from the nine heavens.

No one can tell where the sword comes from, and no one can see where the sword goes.

Only the endless sword force, like rain, poured down and rushed straight to the leopard, Gara and left.

"boom……!"

The sword competed for cleverness. After several sounds, I saw the worm turning into Gala, blood splattering out, and my body was thrown out like a kite with broken strings.

Finally, the dust fell!

The demon of the front was also in the turtle transformation of Gara. In the final counterattack, he suffered heavy injuries and circulated the demon element to temporarily suppress the internal injuries.

He walked slowly to the ground, fell to the ground, and had all his martial arts bones left behind.

"But there are still last words?"

"Haha...ahhhh! Help me take good care of my little one..."

I laughed indifferently for a few moments, and suddenly, my eyes closed lightly. Thousands of mountains have passed, and the wind and clouds have not been left, leaving only the last request of this life.

With Tianlian who had not been able to reunite and his endless guilt towards his deceased wife, Mianbian Gala slowly closed his eyes.

The demon bent down and reached out to close the purse and Gala. His eyes were unable to close their eyes and activated the Yuangong to take a shot.

Put away his body!

At this time, the cocoons watching the game were infinite, and slowly came to the side of the Fengmo and said, "Can you hand over the body of the zombie transformed into Gala to me!"

Fengmo, however, did not make any sense, but explained lightly: "The corpse was explained by the Demon Lord, and it must be brought back! This matter is related to the vitality of Fenglong. The Demon Lord said that you were entrusted by the Di Ming, and the Pearl becomes Galaine. It is the evil soul ce king who is resurrected from the desert. You can save him, but not at this time!"

The past of Mianbian Gala is infinitely understood in the messages left by the underworld.

In addition, the Demon Lord told him about the eight tribes not long ago, and Wuxian could understand it.

This primitive demon king who was resurrected from the dead may not be as cold-blooded and ruthless as the rumors have been heard.

It is not like the Nine Infants, who despise human life and everything they do has their own purpose.

Seeing that the Fengmo was so persistent, he immediately said: "You must return the body of the desert eagle afterwards!"

"You can consult the Demon Lord on your own! It has nothing to do with me!"

The Fengmo could actually agree. With his relationship with the Primitive Demon Lord, it was just a trivial matter.

What's more, the piaoluo prodigal son is hoping to win over more combat power.

Whether it is the infinite earth cocoon or the lack of the sharp magic sword, it is extremely important to it. As long as it is not anything other than threatening its own safety, the Demon Lord will definitely not refuse.

But because of the past, although the actions of the Demon Lord have changed his view of the Demon Lord in recent times, it is still difficult to accept that he wants to seek the Demon Lord infinitely.

Just as hesitated, a terrifying pure demon energy suddenly broke out in the sky.

A kind of terrifying pressure from the depths of the soul. Although the distance is extremely far, it makes no matter how infinite the demons feel a sense of trembling from the depths of the soul.

Infinitely turned his head and frowned slightly!

"This direction... is the Secluded Realm!"

When he was puzzled, Wuxian felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and then a strange scene appeared in his mind.

The Fengmo looked at Infinite suddenly, his body swayed and his seven orifices left thick blood.

"Infinite! Infinite...what's wrong with you?"

While calling, the Fengmo, regardless of his own injuries, quickly activated the magic power to investigate the infinite situation.

"Hurry...! The Demon Lord... is in danger!"

In the confusion of consciousness, I tried my best to sing out a few words slowly, and then fainted.

Hearing this, Fengmo was immediately alert, and then took Fenglong, Infinite and the corpse of the zombie, and turned into light and left.

Outside the Secluded Realm and above the battlefield, the Primitive Demon Lord frowned.

The Creator of the Netherworld, the Originator of the Ten Thousand Demons, and the Anomaly of the Realms that the Primitive Demon Lord feared the most, finally appeared in Yu Yan.

However, under the terrifying aura and the suppression of blood from the depths of the soul.

The face that looked exactly like Jiuying made the Demon Lord extremely displeased.

The silent primitive demon king had no breath flowing out of his body, like a statue standing in the world, making people feel no breath of life and the terrifying power of being a demon king.

If you don't die in silence, you will burst out in silence.

With the huge pressure from the bloodline of the Demonic Origin became stronger and stronger, under the suppression of this power.

The Demon Lord also reached the verge of explosion.

"Seven Definitions - Break the Sea!"

Silence, because the heaven and earth are destroyed at this moment;

The broken space fragments passed through the powerful body of the Primitive Demon Lord, and only a red mark was left.

Fast, so fast that you don't blink;

Shocked, so shocked that I couldn't believe the truth in front of me.

The devil began to stand between heaven and earth, and although he could not see clearly when the original demon king took action.

The surging, turbulent, vast and surging move, as if the waves were tearing the sky and the earth had already flooded everything in front of us.

In the stormy waves, the demon begins to move. The original demon king's move seemed to be a muddy cow entering the sea, but it was not hurt at all!

"This move is not bad! It is indeed worthy of being the Creator of the First Lord! It can reach such a level! It is worth seeing the First Lord himself!"

After being surprised, the Demon Lord sorted out his mood and was not confused.

He said coldly: "The Creator of the Netherworld is indeed extraordinary, but your face is annoying!"

"Oh! Is this how I took action against the first master? That's good..."

In his words, the figure of Demonic Shi changed and slowly turned into a handsome and fairy-like image.

"How? Are you satisfied with the appearance of the Lord in the first place?"

"Hmph! I don't know what's up!"
Chapter completed!