The Apocalypse is right. If they rush in like this, those monsters are not fools and will definitely resist with all their strength. Then everything will be difficult to predict.
Lao Wu in black took advantage of the situation and put his arm on the shoulders of the Apocalypse, like two good brothers.
"Hehehe, that's a good idea. I thought you were just a boring gourd pot, but now it seems you still have something."
"I still said what I said before. Talents like you are exactly what our five Dharma Kings need. Hurry up and join us. I can't wait to make the Five Dharma Kings become the Six Dharma Kings!"
"Don't worry, as long as you join our five Dharma Kings, you will be able to enjoy the hot food and drink spicy food, and you will no longer have to worry about cultivation resources!"
The old man in black seemed to be talking a lot and couldn't stop talking.
"Don't you believe me? Although I, the fifth man in black, am not very good, I am absolutely honest!"
"And you are still a disciple of the Tianji Sect, and you call the boss a senior brother. Doesn't this make us even more of a family?"
"Hurry up and make an idea. There are so many cultivators in the Beidou Star Territory who want to join our camp, but we don't even look at them! Because they don't have the qualifications!"
"This is an excellent opportunity. You must seize it. If you pass this village, there will be no store like this!"
The old man in black was almost frayed. The words of the Apocalypse just now completely confirmed his thoughts.
That is, no matter what, the Apocalypse must be drawn into their camp.
Now it's not just the Apocalypse who has a black face, Zhang Tian and Lin Hao also have black lines on their faces.
The brain circuit of the black-clothed Lao Wu is also very strange. He can think of other things at any time, which is indeed quite powerful.
"Let's talk about it... then."
The Apocalypse coughed awkwardly.
He knew it was hard to refuse the old man in black now, but it was really hard for him to agree, so he could only put it off like this!
He can put it off for as long as he wants, there's only so much he can do.
If he said this to Bai Yu, Bai Yu would probably... Tsk, tsk, tsk, I really can't even think about it!
Zhang Tian raised his head blankly and murmured softly.
"Boss! You must win, you must defeat the Holy Son of Qilin!"
Lin Hao patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, the boss will definitely win and will never lose!"
"Don't forget, that's our boss, that's the Immortal of Life and Death. How could he lose? Is there anyone in this world who can defeat him?"
Zhang Tian suddenly smiled.
Yes, how could he have such a ridiculous idea? Isn't this idea an insult to Mark?
Now they just need to wait where they are, believing that their boss can surprise and shock them again, just like before!
…
Inside the Savage Hall.
The internal strength competition between Ye Fan and Qilin Holy Son continued. Both of them frowned, and large beads of sweat flowed from their foreheads.
Ye Fan cursed.
"Damn! I didn't expect this guy's internal strength to be so strong. I bet he is a hexagonal warrior. Doesn't he have any weaknesses?"
"Fortunately, I am the one to deal with him this time. If it were another cultivator of the same level, it really wouldn't be possible!"
Rumeng inside the body taunted.
"Little guy, are you sure you are praising the Qilin Holy Son's strength? Why do I feel like you are bragging?"
"Do you just want to take this opportunity to praise your own strength? As expected of you, little guy!"
Ye Fan was a little embarrassed after being exposed and smiled.
"Hey, I was discovered by you."
"However, this boy's strength is indeed quite comprehensive. If it hadn't been for the adventure in the Netherworld last time, I really wouldn't have been able to defeat this boy!"
Facts have proved that although Divine Punishment and Qilin Holy Son are both at the peak of the early stages of sainthood, the difference between the two is not even a little bit different.
I had hardly put in much effort in resisting the divine punishment. But now, looking at it now, alas, people are really more irritating than people, and demons are more irritating than demons!
Rumeng nodded in approval.
"Yes, the Qilin Holy Son's strength is indeed quite comprehensive, but it is also reasonable."
"Didn't I tell you before that among all the groups in the Monster Clan, the Qilin Clan is undoubtedly the dazzling pearl at the top, and cannot be compared to other ethnic groups at all."
"And over the endless years, the Qilin clan has also produced many peerless strong men. There are even many demon clan holy masters who are strong men of the Qilin clan. Of course, we can see how powerful they are."
"What? Can't you hold on anymore? If you can't hold on anymore, tell me earlier and I'll help you deal with him."
"Hey, Sun Wukong, why are you so kind this time? I'm a little flattered by you."
Ye Fan exaggerated.
Rumeng's face darkened.
"What you said makes me treat you badly before."
"I just don't want you to use the Avenue of Life and Death and the Immortal Lord's body, thus exposing your identity. I didn't say I won't help you win this battle."
Ye Fan shook his head.
"Sun Wukong, I appreciate your kindness, but I still have to do this battle myself."
"Believe me, he won't be able to hold on any longer, right now!"
Rumeng frowned, not understanding the meaning of Ye Fan's words.
According to her perception, although both parties have reached the point of exhaustion, Ye Fan is obviously weaker!
You must know that the Holy Son of Qilin has the blessing of the ancient orthodox Qilin bloodline, and coupled with the efforts of the demon clan saint master for so many years, the spiritual power in his body is no longer comparable to that of other human cultivators.
What Ye Fan just said is correct. If it were another cultivator, he really wouldn't be able to survive this time.
But Ye Fan said that Qilin Holy Son would not be able to hold on any longer. What is going on?
Is it because Ye Fan is a little too conceited, or does he have a real trump card that he has not used?
Soon, Rumeng knew what Ye Fan's words meant.
Qilin Holy Son looked at Ye Fan, who was already showing signs of depression, and showed a sick smile.
"How's it going? Can't you hold on anymore? Hahaha! I know you can't be tied with me, you're not worthy at all!"
"Aren't you quite able to hold on? I want to see how long you can hold on today!"
Ye Fan shook his head helplessly and sighed.
"Hey, why can't I explain it clearly to you? When will you change your temper?"
"Every time you rush to say something before the end, you will definitely get slapped in the face! Don't you get slapped in the face enough?"
Qilin Holy Son smiled coldly.
"You're just using your words. I hope you'll be able to speak like this soon."
