Chapter 1793 Dare to act daringly and enter the realm of death
"Zhan Or, let's go and take a look together. This idiot under your command may be able to give us a little surprise..."
Mo Die Yun suddenly stood up.
Zhan Or, who was kneeling on the ground, was relieved and complimented: "It's an honor to be in Mr. Die's eyes..."
Mo Dieyun didn't bother to pay attention and walked away directly.
The other demigod looked at Zhan Or with a somewhat envious look.
Even though Mo Dieyun had been humiliated and ravaged by Mo Ling Yun before, every demigod present knew very well that in fact His Highness Mo Ling Yun attached great importance to him.
If another devil had made such a mistake, it would not be as simple as ravaging and humiliating him, and he might have been executed.
Mo Dieyun is still alive now, which is the best proof.
Zhan or this guy can actually get involved with Mo Dieyun this time, and his future is limitless.
Zhan Ori stood up from the ground as if no one else was watching, not feeling the slightest humiliation in kneeling before a ninth-level true king as a demigod.
Instead, he looked triumphant.
Mo Dieyun is a pure-blooded demon, he is just a sideline.
Even if he is a demigod, being able to have this relationship will definitely make all the other demons envious.
You can tell just by looking at the eyes of those people.
Everyone wants to replace them.
"Still not keeping up!"
Zhan Orhu scolded him in a pretentious manner, and hurriedly followed behind Mo Dieyun, heading towards the secret realm where the land reclamation group under his command was located.
Behind Mo Dieyun, there are two demigods and eighteen ninth-level true kings guarding him, looking majestic.
Walking on the streets of the Lord's Domain, no one dared to mess with him.
When other demons saw Mo Dieyu's horn that symbolized the pure blood of the Demon Horn clan, they all gave way.
A group of people quickly arrived at the location of the land reclamation group.
There was silence all around.
The whole courtyard is like a ghost house, without any life.
If it were other demons, they might be more careful, but Mo Dieyun didn't care about it at all.
He kicked open the courtyard door and stepped straight in.
Danger?
Does not exist!
Even in the domain of lords where there are so many strong men, a true king like him with two demigod bodyguards by his side is definitely rare.
Only the sons of Lord Dongshan can compare with him.
As long as he is not unlucky enough to meet those few people, he is not weak at all against other demons!
"Master, be careful..."
Zhan seemed to have noticed something, and subconsciously protected Mo Dieyun behind him.
But he was kicked away by Mo Dieyun.
"Go away! Could it be that I will still encounter danger in Dongshan Territory?"
Mo Dieyun came to the secret realm in the courtyard with big steps.
Seven or eight corpses were strewn across the entrance to the secret realm.
There are even ninth-level true kings among them.
The eighteen True Lord guards under Mo Dieyun immediately formed a vigilant formation to protect him in the middle.
I never thought that Mo Dieyun would not appreciate it at all.
He pushed one of the True Lord's guards away and carefully examined the corpse on the ground.
"Killed in one blow? Hahaha, there is indeed something wrong with that hell spirit. Don't let him escape, otherwise I will be disappointed this time..."
Earlier, he might have been more cautious and not easily provoke this true spirit of hell who was obviously of extraordinary origin.
But after being humiliated by the demon spirit, he was filled with anger and just wanted to find a place to vent his anger. How could he care about this?
After realizing that the true spirit of hell was indeed here, he immediately rushed towards the secret realm.
This time Zhan may not be able to follow Mo Dieyun's temper.
Although Mo Dieyun is only a concubine, he is also a direct descendant of the lord.
If there is really something wrong, these guards will be buried with him.
Zhan or calmly rushed to the front and was the first to step into the secret realm.
As soon as he entered, he saw the corpses of the guys from his wasteland reclamation group strewn across the field, all dead.
A human demigod, sitting in the core of the secret realm in an upright manner, practicing cross-legged.
Next to the human demigod, there was a true spirit of hell dressed in white, who seemed to be playing with something.
There are two black beetles jumping back and forth on his fingertips.
"No! Master, retreat quickly!"
After sensing the dangerous aura of the human demigod, Zhan Or's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly retreated.
The intention is to prevent Mo Dieyu from entering.
Unfortunately it's still too late.
Mo Dieyun, filled with anger, couldn't wait to step into the secret realm and saw Han Yang dressed in white at a glance.
"Haha, it really took no effort at all! You actually didn't escape! Someone, help me capture this true spirit of hell!"
Mo Dieyun shouted.
Of the eighteen True Lord guards under his command, four of them immediately rushed towards Han Yang without knowing whether to live or die.
"Stop it all!"
"Quickly retreat!"
Those stupid True Lord guards were not aware of the power of human demigods, but Zhan or another demigod guard only felt numb.
Peak demigod!
And he is a peak demigod at the peerless demigod level!
The strength of human demigods is extremely terrifying.
Even if they are suppressed by the heaven in the hell world, they cannot resist it.
Taking advantage of the four True Lord guards, they rushed towards Han Yang.
Zhan Or and another demigod guard quickly pulled Mo Dieyun, who was confused about the situation, back madly.
puff!
The sword light lit up.
The blood shines everywhere.
Those four stupid ninth-level true monarch demons were easily killed by Han Yang.
And Han Yang's figure disappeared in an instant.
"Take the young master away!"
Zhan Or had no luck anymore, so he roared at his companions, burned the divine fire himself, and rushed towards Han Yang with a brave and unafraid attitude.
He knew he was dead.
This place is the secret place where his wasteland reclamation team lives, and Mo Die Yun came because of him.
As long as Mo Dieyun is harmed in the slightest, he will definitely die.
If Mo Die falls, he may even be exterminated!
Now he only hopes that his own risk can bring a glimmer of hope for Mo Dieyun.
"Pseudo-demigod?"
Han Yang saw through Zhan Or's reality at a glance, without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Zheng!
The sound of swords sounded.
He didn't even use the Divine Presence Spell.
With the strength of Han Yang, the six-level true king of the three paths integrated into one, it was easy to kill a false demigod who was promoted by refining other people's divine fire.
puff!
Spread or split in two from the middle.
Han Yang continued to charge towards Mo Dieyun.
Mo Dieyun was already frightened out of his wits at this time.
In the hell world, there are also many amazing geniuses.
For example, Demonic Fall.
Demon Ling Yun once killed a false demigod when he was in the realm of the true king.
But at that time, Mo Ling Yun was already a ninth-level true king!
As for the sixth-level true king, Mo Dieyun has never heard of killing fake demigods.
Although the pseudo-demigod has a pseudonym, he is despised by all pure-blooded demons in the hell world.
But he is still a demigod after all!
The sixth-level true king killed the demigod, making Mo Dieyun finally realize the existence of the true spirit of hell that he had provoked.
"You dare to kill me, I am a pure blood of the Demonic Clan..."
On the verge of death, Mo Dieyu revealed his identity.
And the other demigod next to him also killed Han Yang fearlessly.
If Mo Die dies, all the guards will be exterminated.
It was impossible for them not to give it a try.
However.
This little strength rushed in front of Han Yang, but it only blocked Han Yang for a moment.
The sword flashed past.
The second false demigod was also killed with one sword.
The hot divine blood splashed on Mo Dieyun's face, making him scream in fright.
At this time, Han Yang waved his hand.
Zhan or the divinity within the corpse of the pseudo-demigod guard separated one after another and converged towards Han Yang's hands.
Then, Han Yang pointed his finger.
These gods were like living creatures, flying towards Xiao Feng who was immersed in cultivation.