Super door-to-door dragon-in-law

Chapter 1015 Why is the gap so big?
The King of Huangquan said sharply: "Golden Demon King, this time, we will not hold back any more, you are doomed."

Everyone originally wanted to watch from the sidelines.

But Xiao Lang's shot was a lore, it was too terrifying.

Moreover, he bluntly wanted to kill four people.

After weighing the four, they decided to make a move.

If Xiao Lang declares that he only kills one person, he won't be able to kill three people.

The Prison Demon King looked at Xiao Lang sympathetically, and said with a sinister smile, "It's the first time that the four kings have teamed up. Gold Demon King, you are proud enough in this life."

Xiao Lang said loudly: "This king is Yan Luowang. Lang, you can also call me Brother Lang."

"Today, only the four kings will be killed, and the rest have nothing to do with others, just let me go as far as I can."

He waved his hands domineeringly, like chasing flies away.

The four were furious.

Although Xiao Lang knocked King Nether away with one punch, it doesn't mean that he is invincible.

There are one hundred thousand elite demons, with four ranks and eight ranks, and hundreds of ranks and seven ranks.

This power alone is enough to kill rank nine.

"You remember my name, because this name will be deeply imprinted in your soul and will never be forgotten."

A ripple appeared in Xiao Lang's eyes.

The eye of the sky opened, and a burst of golden light shot out, locking onto the King of Huangquan.

"You're the one who barks the most, right? Hehe, a mad dog dares to bark at its master. It doesn't know how to live or die, so it's going to kill you."

Xiao Lang let out a roar that shook the sky.

The sound waves mixed with the charm of the true spirit bombarded the brain of Huangquan King.

Although King Huangquan was defending with all his strength, he couldn't defend against Xiao Lang's attack at all.

The Soul Refining Matrix directly tore through his defense and exploded in his mind.

With a burst of buzzing, he felt that something was wrong.

In a hurry, all his true spirit power condensed into a huge shield, saving his life first.

boom!
The heavy bombardment caused terrible shocks.

King Huangquan let out a miserable howl, utterly horrified.

This blow was like breaking a boulder in the chest.

The heavy hammer shattered the True Spirit Slate into pieces.

Huge power surged in, and the remaining potential was not exhausted, heavily impacting on his body.

The flesh-like body made a disgusting swaying sound.

Countless faces of demons that he had devoured and refined appeared on it, howling in unison.

The Mo Sha here has not undergone the terrifying baptism of the Soul Refining Art.

But the natural sense of crisis at the core of the true spirit is extremely strong.

Xiao Lang's body was surrounded by soul refining runes, and his whole body was like a bottomless black hole, absorbing everything crazily.

The power of darkness is uncontrollable.

He couldn't even think of rebelling.

"Isn't it very brave? Why retreat?"

Xiao Lang snorted in disdain.

He has a lot of experience in bullying Mosha.

Yukong leaps and follows like a shadow.

Both fists vibrate, like striking iron.

Craftsman's Art made a small beating hand, fast and hard, hitting the same position continuously, punching a two-meter hole in King Huangquan's chest.

The black energy surged all over King Huangquan's body, and he yelled mournfully, "Everyone attack, kill the Golden Demon King!"

He was terribly frightened.

Since the birth of self-awareness, he has never been afraid.

But at this moment, he finally tasted the taste of fear, and it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

The deadly threat Xiao Lang posed was indescribable.

He felt that the core of his true spirit was just the opponent's ration.

"Shoot, whoever dares to retreat, kill Wushe!"

"Made, if you want to go against me, I'll kill you all first."

When King Naihe and Prison King saw their subordinates hesitate, they were all furious, and their eyes flashed sharply.

The huge arm slapped it.

Several low-level demons were directly shot into fly ash.

Compared to seventh-rank generals, they are still invincible.

Everyone gritted their teeth and charged helplessly.

For a moment, it was as if black ink was infecting the rice paper, occupying the space in an instant.

Xiao Lang fell into the army along with the King of Huangquan.

Boom boom boom!
The surrounding dark energy waves bombarded like dense bullets.

hum!
But suddenly, beside Xiao Lang, several huge walls of runes were erected.

As the soul refining rune rotated, small vortices opened up one by one.

A wall of runes with 108 small vortices.

Eventually a maelstrom is formed.

Like the mouth of a giant beast, anyone who comes will not be rejected.

A total of four sides, blocking attacks from all directions.

In an instant, all the energy was swallowed by the giant mouth, strangled and dissolved layer by layer.

In the end, the impact on Xiao Lang was minimal.

As for Xiao Lang, he was free to attack any enemy.

He punched and kicked, and Mo Sha flew around like pieces of paper.

King Huangquan rolled and crawled, and hid directly in the depths of the army.

"Kill, kill this bastard for me."

He screamed, terrified.

Ma De, even if he is the Abyssal Demon God, he is probably nothing more than that, right?
Everyone is at the eighth rank, why is there such a big gap?

This is the first time he met Soul Refining Art.

The three views of the whole person are subverted.

Of course, if he knew that Xiao Lang used Ye Lang's body to cultivate, and once killed the ninth rank of the demon world, he would feel that the battle before him was simply a child's play.

Xiao Lang was fully motivated, completely wasting energy.

On the battle armor, the power of faith flows, and the holy light is dazzling.

Looking from a distance, it is extremely bright.

Like the invincible god of war, dancing in the dark.

Wherever he went, darkness retreated.

Even if Xiao Lang didn't need a battle armor for these seventh-rank or even sixth-rank demons, he could kill them.

What's more, with the blessing of the battle armor, it can explode at full strength?
He moved quickly, deployed thunderous means, and killed wantonly.

Since these guys are not afraid of death, let's kill them.

Embed this fear in their true spirit shards.

Just like the devil in the devil world.

As long as he sees the breath of Soul Refining Art from now on, he will tremble with fright.

After Xiao Lang performed the 108-way big hand-beating and small hand-beating, he pulled out the alloy long knife and unfolded the absolute sword.

The eye of the sky is in the dark, without any influence.

Wrathful Tianzun's Heavenly Eye secret technique has also been introduced.

The wrathful-eyed god left behind a copy of the divine eye gene, which has been completely integrated into Xiao Lang's body.

Although his celestial eye has not been opened, but the secret technique of celestial eye has reached the first level of clairvoyance.

In the dark, bright as day.

And combined with the soul-refining secret technique, the effect that the eye of the sky can exert far exceeds that of the eye of clairvoyance.

Using the sky eye to perform the secret art of refining the soul is [-]% more powerful than normal eyes.

Xiao Lang didn't hesitate to expend energy, and used all his strength.

Whoever he sees with the white light of the sky is as if he has been cast in the body, his consciousness is stiff and his reaction is slow.

Afterwards, Xiao Lang crushed the beans like a rolling stone mill.

Wherever the stone roller rolls, everything will collapse.

This kind of power, let alone the demons, have never heard of it.

Fear is devouring their hearts.

No matter how cruel and fearless Mosha was, he would still be terrified at this moment.

Yan Wang Lang is like the real Yama, the most supreme existence in the dark world.

Wherever he went, there was no birth.

Completely crushed.

Mosha, who was like a frenzy, met his nemesis.

Although they are numerous, they seem to have the upper hand.

But in fact, it is no different from a group of ants besieging an elephant.

Feeling of powerlessness, frustration, slowly occupying the mind, losing the will to fight.

Clever and cunning people are already taking advantage of the opportunity to fish for opportunities to escape.

And some low-level demons, under the threat of the demon king, can only rush forward and become poor cannon fodder.

(End of this chapter)