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Among the ruins of Jilei City, there was a sound of extremely heavy footsteps.
The earth is shaking.
Thousands of demons stared sideways and saw the majestic and majestic body of the Bull Demon King, like a mountain, walking slowly from the ruins.
On his shoulders, he carried a corpse.
Wearing a cassock of woven clouds, a cloud jade crown on top of his head, and an immortal spirit bone, he is the corpse of the True Immortal Ruyi.
"Ruyi, you should practice your martial arts well, otherwise you wouldn't die today."
The Bull Demon King carries the True Immortal Ruyi on his back, and his black face with the Chinese character Ox shows no sadness or joy. Faced with the provocation of Nezha, the first god of war in heaven, there is no hint of joy or anger.
But the tens of thousands of demons in Jilei Mountain all had solemn expressions and their hearts beat suddenly.
They felt that every time the Bull Demon King took a step, his momentum became more and more powerful. Step by step as he walked out of the ruins, his momentum was like that of the god Yue Yuanzhi.
Once he takes action, it will definitely be a shocking blow.
Therefore, all the demons are waiting, even Nezha, who is above the sky, has stopped his offensive, waiting for the Bull Demon King to take action, looking at the thousands of demons in Ji Lei Mountain as nothing.
Fighting against the weak, no matter how victorious or numerous the killings are, is meaningless.
Only fighting with the strong is the real pleasure.
"Big...brother, I...I don't want to die..."
At this critical moment, when everyone was watching, the corpse of Immortal Ruyi on the shoulders of the Bull Demon King suddenly spoke, but his voice was intermittent and extremely weak.
The Bull Demon King paused slightly, shook his head, and said: "It's useless. Nezha's shot shattered all the muscles and veins in your body, and even the demon pill shattered into powder. Fortunately, this treasured garment can protect you."
There were some injuries... This kind of slow death is very painful, isn't it?"
The Ruyi True Immortal is known as a True Immortal, but in fact he is just an ordinary Earth Immortal who has cultivated in the realm.
It was naturally stronger than the average little demon, but faced with the terrifying killing power of Nezha's single shot, there was absolutely no room for resistance.
"People are in the city, but if the city is destroyed, people will die..."
The last brilliance in True Immortal Ruyi's eyes quickly passed away, and she muttered as if gibbering: "But...it's a pity that I can't see you, big brother...will Lingxiao Palace,
The scenery beneath my feet..."
After saying this last sentence, Ruyi Zhenxian tilted his head and completely lost his breath.
The corner of his mouth still chose a smile.
Defending the city for my brother, although I have not achieved it, I have tried my best, and I regret that I could not see my brother dominate the world and reach the sky with his feet.
The breeze blows gently, the dust falls, and the wind gradually rises.
The Bull Demon King walked to the edge of the ruins, placed the body of True Immortal Ruyi on the ground, and pressed it with his palm, and a huge pit appeared on the ground.
All the demons were watching quietly, and the Bull Demon King used his great magic power to build a tomb for the True Immortal Ruyi.
"The Tomb of the True Immortal Ruyi."
There are these large characters written on the tombstone, which were also carved by the Bull Demon King himself. He sat in front of the tombstone, and everything was completely silent.
For some reason, the murderous intent in the hearts of the monsters in Jilei Mountain became stronger and stronger.
It seems that Nezha's power of destroying the city with one shot inspired the demons to resist.
"not good!"
Li Jing, the towering king of the Heavenly Court, was accustomed to using troops and had an eye for combat opportunities, and he was the first to notice something was wrong.
If the demons of Jilei Mountain were a ragtag bunch before, now they have become like a mourning army after the Bull Demon King came to the fore.
The way to use military force is to win with a mourning army, so don't fight with a mourning army.
Li Jing, with his rich experience in battlefield attacks, had already realized that there was no chance of fighting at this time, so he immediately ordered his subordinates to withdraw their troops and recall Nezha.
However, at this moment, a powerful voice resounded throughout the nine heavens.
"Nezha, let me fight with you."
I saw a young man with a graceful appearance like a god, rising up into the sky with one step, climbing hundreds of feet into the sky. He was wearing a green shirt, and his long black hair was flying in the wind.
With Liu Hao as the center, the powerful energy fluctuated wildly, like the Milky Way rewinding, rolling and swaying, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths.
The Bull Demon King originally stood up, raised his eyes to the sky, and then sat down in front of the tomb of Immortal Ruyi again.
Nezha stared coldly at him, and instantly locked onto the figure in front of him who was as elegant and elegant as an immortal. His brows furrowed slightly, and his heart gradually became uneasy.
Liu Haoshi was standing here, his body covered with flaws, but there seemed to be no flaws at all.
Faced with this green shirt, Nezha actually had a ridiculous thought that he had no idea where to start. The fire-pointed spear was extremely sharp and he didn't know where to kill.
"I didn't expect that there are such powerful people among monsters. You remind me of an old friend."
Nezha smiled slightly, his fighting spirit igniting again.
"oh?"
Liu Hao looked calm and said, "Who is it?"
"Yang Jian."
After slowly spitting out the name, the red flames of the fire-tip spear in Nezha's palm became even more intense.
Yang Jian?
It turned out to be this ruthless man who became a saint in the flesh. When the Yin and Shang Dynasties were conferred gods, Nezha and Yang Jian were both disciples of the Chan sect, so they were old acquaintances.
Liu Hao shook his head and said with a smile: "I am not a monster, nor am I your old friend. I just have itchy hands now and want to test the power of your fire-tip spear."
"Then come on!"
Nezha raised his sword eyebrows, and the fire wheel under his feet turned like lightning. A red shadow passed through the sky, leaving behind a breath as hot as fire.
The fire-tipped spear has turned into a flying dragon, picking and killing Liu Hao.
Between the electric light and flint, the fire dragon rushed towards his face. Liu Hao could feel the scorching breath. It was Nezha's blazing gun power that wanted to destroy and burn everything in front of him.
Fire Pointed Spear (Treasure of Teaching): The supreme saint Yuanshi Tianzun gave it to Taiyi Zhenren, one of the twelve golden immortals, and now it belongs to Nezha.
The attack automatically adds three flavors of real fire, burning the enemy, reducing the enemy's combat power by 1-5%, and increasing the gun wielder's combat power by an additional 1-15%!
The specific reduction in combat power depends on the enemy's fire resistance.
The specific increase in combat power depends on the length of Nezha's battle.
It is such an attack treasure!
Between the lightning and flint, thousands of thoughts were whirling, and a long spear appeared in Liu Hao's palm. With a twist of his wrist, the spear came out like a dragon and pressed against the tip of the fire-pointed spear.
Spear point to spear point.
Fire and electric light burst out, and ripples spread out in the void. Wherever the energy spread, the clouds in the sky drooped...