The voices coming from all directions can be said to be a mixture of love and hate for the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord at this moment.
In an instant, he noticed where Qingyang Huan appeared, and shouted without any hesitation: "Human race, you and I will join hands to suppress this bald guy from the Jia Luo tribe!"
Even though he said this, the eight claws of the Eight-clawed Demon King did not stop for a moment while grabbing the void and running wildly.
He made a big turn in the direction of Qingyanghuan, preparing to give up the Jialuo clone behind him to Qingyanghuan.
Yanghuan.
Uncle Mo doesn't believe anyone.
Go ahead and bite people.
Uncle Mo won't serve you anymore.
Um However, at this moment, his four magic eyes intertwined, and Qingyang Huan's faint smile floated in each pupil.
Penetrating, no, it’s too infiltrating. not good In an instant, the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord reacted.
He was so fooled.
It is said that the demons are the most dishonest, moody, and shameless warriors in the world.
Now that he has seen it, he is even more shameless.
The human race and the Garo race join forces, this, this, this how is this possible "you" "Human race, I x your ancestor" At the critical moment, the perverse demon king still sensed something was wrong.
As demons, they act unscrupulously and truthfully, but they also know how to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, and are good at judging the situation and making the most beneficial choice for themselves.
However, even though there were all kinds of ravages in his heart at this moment, the Eight-Clawed Demon King was still unable to react.
In an instant, the four big claws were intertwined and entwined like a giant python, grabbing at Qingyang Huan.
Between the claws, stars rose and fell one after another, shaking down at the end of the sky.
A demon god was vaguely dancing in the sky.
The sky is stirring up turmoil in the world.
Not only that, a wisp of ancient light emerged from one of the untouched claws of the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord.
Just the moment it appeared, it stirred up the turmoil of time and space, and the glory of heaven and earth quickly withered in front of the light. , even all the ways are fading.
"Demon Lord, you killed too much and will fall into the eighteenth level of hell.
Enter my Buddhist door and I will teach you how to save all sentient beings."
At this moment, the heart of the Eight-clawed Demon Lord trembled.
His inner world, which was filled with the phantoms of the demon, was actually illuminated by a ray of compassionate divine light.
The pupils of the demon's eyes became clear from the blood, and his hands slowly moved.
Namaste.
"I am the devil" "ah" At this moment, the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord felt that he was going crazy.
Two thoughts appeared in his inner world.
One was that he was extremely familiar with his nature, and the other exuded a touch of pity.
"What the hell" I'm almost scolding my mother, I'm a demon, the kind that kills without caring about burying, the kind that is unscrupulous, the kind that eats blood and bones.
I actually have an idea of not wanting to kill, what the hell is this.
"Let me help you."
At this moment, seeing Qingyang Huan in front of him staring at him, the four claws of the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord that scratched the sky actually stopped, and his momentum was not as sharp as before.
"No" He roared angrily, and a fierce killing light burst out from his four eyes.
Four demonic dragon shadows roared out with teeth and claws, and rushed thousands of feet in front of Qingyang Huan in his breath, turning into black smoke and dissipating between the sky and the earth.
"Almsgiver Qingyang, my Lord is merciful."
The next moment, the Eight-clawed Demon Lord stood on the spot, holding his eight paws together, lowering his eyebrows and making a sound.
"this" So domineering The scene in front of him made Qingyang Huan take a breath.
The speed was a little too fast.
Then, on the unexplored claw of the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord, a spiritual object bursting with a decaying aura was taken into his hand, which was a cut off dead branch.
The dead wood is smooth, and a little black light is wandering on it, as if it is the source of decay.
I feel that a ray of spirit is approaching the dead wood, and it is quickly withering.
"Tree of Death" Then Qingyang Huan shook his head.
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He had seen the tree of death, which contained the power of death.
The dead tree in front of him contained decay.
"This is rotten wood.
It is said that only spiritual trees that grow in the ruins of time and space will be born after withering away and experiencing long years of erosion.
It can corrode the mind and flesh."
Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded again, the whole body was shining with divine light, three pairs of golden feathers were shining brightly, and the Lord of Light stood behind Jia Luo's clone with the same solemn expression.
It's really fast While he was killing the Crouching Tiger Arhat, Jialuo's clone had already taken down the God of Light.
After all, this guy really didn't read the almanac much when he went out this time.
He received three violent beatings in a row, and he was so suspicious that he was about to be beaten.
Now it's better, there is no chance to escape.
At this moment, the Eight-clawed Demon Lord and the God of Light stared with four eyes, wanting to cry but without tears.
Although they were transformed by Jia Luo's clone, their own will was not erased, but controlled by the influence of consciousness, and they escaped into Buddhism.
“One more to go” Jialuo's clone came over and nodded to Qingyang Huan.
"Can't run away."
The next moment, four figures disappeared into this cave world.
There was no surprise in blocking the escaping Dark Python Blood Lord, but it only took a few more twists and turns.
As a quasi-emperor who grew up being hunted by the Blood Tribe and the Underworld Tribe, and has been wandering on the edge of life and death from the King Realm to the present, the Nether Python Blood Lord's breath-condensing technique is not something he can deny.
Of course, the cunning prey cannot escape from the hunter's grasp.
It is surrounded by four quasi-emperors and cannot fly.
Things in the world are unpredictable, and a good calamity has turned out like this.
Qingyang Huan doesn't care much, as long as he gets benefits, it doesn't matter what he does.
The five quasi-holy sons of the Jia Luo clan, except for Jia Luo's clone, have died.
Ananda Kasyapa and Angry Eyes Vajra's opponents are gods and immortals.
You can imagine the brutal conquests.
"Just now you followed me to kill the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.
Will the luck of the Jialuo clan be detected by you?"
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan asked aloud, the destiny of the ethnic group was illusory, but it was everywhere.
As his connection with the destiny of humanity deepened, he felt the majesty of the destiny more and more.
"No, it was you who finally defeated Jianglong.
It was you who crushed the Qijia Kingdom and cut off the foundation of its faith.
If you suppress the two quasi-holy sons of the Jialuo clan, you will definitely be blessed with good fortune."
Jialuo's clone shook his head, his eyes flashing with an indescribable light.
"The Jialuo tribe is based on faith, which has both advantages and disadvantages.
Nowadays, the Jialuo tribe is at its peak and the crisis is not obvious.
However, if the belief system declines in the clan's momentum, it will be like a mountain falling apart.
Don't forget that I am yours.
The avatar also belongs to the human race and is blessed by the general trend of humanity.”
What These words made Qingyang Huan feel surprised, Jia Luo's clone was actually shrouded in human destiny.
"As long as my luck as a human being is like a rainbow and my strength is advancing rapidly, I will naturally be safe and sound.
After all, I am just a clone of you.
No matter how high the kite must be, the string is always in the hands of the person who holds it, and your aura can also envelope me."
Since there is no need to worry, Qingyang Huan is relieved.
The Kuafu God Clan, the Immortal Clan Immortal General and the two Jialuo Quasi-Saint Sons have already penetrated into the depths of the vast starry sky.
At this point, most of his catastrophes have been resolved.
By the way, he also got the luck to kill two quasi-saints of the Garo clan, and of course, the luck to cripple the quasi-emperor of the Fox clan.
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Overall, this tribulation is pretty good.
This time, the fate of each ethnic group pushed the quasi-emperors of their respective ethnic groups to come.
If one person is born, there will be two.
Then there will be more crises for themselves.
Promotion to the Imperial Realm is imminent, and the Evil Ghost Reincarnation Sect must start as soon as possible.
"By the way, this time we go out to the Jialuo Kingdom and have another mission: to investigate a person with great luck in the human race."
"A man of great luck" Hearing this, Qingyang Huan's expression condensed.
What kind of person is a person with great luck?
It is difficult for him, the being who condenses all the ways of heaven, not to be a person with great luck: