My host is the thief six

Chapter 817 Demon Lord, come to help justice? (34)

Time passed by, and after they attacked without sleep for three days and two nights, the cracked shield began to make a crisp cracking sound.

"Work harder! This thing is going to break soon!"

"Everyone come with me, one two three!"

Luo Changfeng led the crowd to attack the crack again.

Many of them couldn't keep up with the pace due to exhaustion, Luo Changfeng felt that a quick decision must be made.

Raising the long sword in his hand again, Luo Changfeng turned his aura to cover the sword body.

Just two short attacks with spiritual energy had already consumed all his achievements these days.

Luo Changfeng gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the sword in his dantian because he had used up all his aura and felt a void in his dantian.

At this moment, no one knew what Luo Changfeng was planning in his heart.

"That damn thing is broken! Let's kill it!"

"kill!"

"Offend the boundary of my demon palace, kill!"

The big melee was triggered again, this time it was people from various sects and everyone from the magic palace.

The only difference is that one group of people has been without sleep for three days and two nights, while the other group has been resting and recuperating for a long time.

The direction of the wind began to change very quickly, and they did not eat, drink, sleep or rest for three days and two nights, and their bodies could not hold on, not to mention that they had not realized the bigu period.

Even if there is a steady stream of spiritual energy coming in, it won't work at all if it is not channeled.

The contrast between the two sides is very obvious.

It took three days and two nights, racking their brains and exhausting their energy to open the protective cover of this defensive formation. This group of people was defeated in half a day, setting a record low.

They hadn't even entered the main entrance of the Demon Palace, and they were all killed at the entrance.

Looking at the person lying on the ground in a large font in front of him, the disciple of the Demon Palace suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"What should we do with this group of people? We can't let them lie here all the time, can we?"

"That's right, our magic palace is not a rest station for them. It makes no sense for them to break our formation defense and lie on our ground to rest?"

"Why don't we just throw people out? Sleep or die without dirtying the floor of our magic palace?"

"I agree, let's throw it out quickly, mopping the floor is very troublesome."

"Wait, wait, the devil is here!"

Someone nearby stopped the person who was about to carry the 'corpse', and winked at him, "Let's wait for the devil to come to a conclusion?"

"Oh oh oh."

The man had already lifted up half of a monk's body. Hearing this, he withdrew his hand directly, allowing the man to fall to the ground with a slap and his head on the ground.

That person: "..."

It turns out that playing dead is also difficult.

His head hurts so much QAQ.

Everyone in the Demon Palace didn't give that person their peripheral vision at all, with excited expressions on their faces, "Devil Lord!"

"The devil! We won!"

"Devil Lord, this group of people is really too weak, it's not enough to fight at all!"

"Yeah, yeah, I haven't even tried my best, but he has already fallen down. I really can't stand it."

Yu Sheng: "..."

If they heard these words, it is estimated that even the dead would be enraged by them.

Those people over there who fell on the ground and pretended to be dead and escaped, felt a little uncomfortable after hearing what everyone in the magic palace was talking about, but what could they do?
They really can't beat the group of people in the Demon Palace!
(End of this chapter)