Guard The Sky Prison For A Hundred Years, You Will Be Invincible At Birth

Zong Ming quickly removed the two skinned foxes from the iron sticks, picked up the Monster core on the ground, and tremblingly held it in his arms.

Only then did it become clear that the two foxes were not only skinned, but also disemboweled, and even the tails behind the buttocks were all cut off.

"Uncle Jiu! Uncle Fourth!..."

Zong Ming's tiger eyes were full of grief, and his burly body was trembling.

Zong Shou watched from the side, inexplicably feeling like a knife was twisting his heart, and tears could not help but flow from his eyes.

He had just walked out of the fifth floor of the dungeon, and he had just felt the beauty of the new world, and soon saw its ugly and cruel side.

"Damn you, damn you!"

Zong Ming stared at the group of people in front of him with fiery eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "If the Demon Emperor knows, you and the family behind you..."

"Shut up you!"

Before Zong Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted viciously by Yan Laosan, who was headed by Yong.

Yan Laosan's face was ferocious, and hostility surged all over his body.

"Fucking demon emperor! Fuck your mother demon emperor!"

"From the moment he caused so many members of my clan in Qingqiu to die in vain because of his affair with that woman from the Dayu imperial family thirty years ago.

He is no longer worthy to be the king of my Qingqiu Jiumai!"

"Only you idiots are still willing to work for him!"

"Why didn't you people die thirty years ago? Why!!"

Yan Laosan's face was distorted, and his sharp voice was high-pitched and piercing.

He jumped up and shouted angrily, and suddenly there was deep sadness all over his body, and he said with a miserable smile: "I have pity on my Wushuang eldest son, who was born with five tails and was promoted to Demon King in less than five hundred years.

But in that battle...

"027" My son Wushuang is no match for this half-human, half-demon little bastard!

Why can't he be the demon emperor, why should he die!

Why?!"

Yan Laosan's eyes were fixed on Zong Shou, full of resentment and viciousness, as if he would pounce on him at any time and swallow Zong Shou alive.

Zong Shou's face turned pale when he saw him, and he shrank behind Zong Ming in fear.

Zong Ming was upright by nature, Yan Laosan's sudden outburst not only made most of his anger disappear, but also felt a bit of sympathy and guilt in his heart.

"Yan Lao San......"

Zong Ming comforted him with a complicated expression: "People cannot be brought back to life after death, you should have looked away earlier.

"you're right."

Yan Laosan calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"I've already seen it."

Zong Ming's face softened, and he was about to say something, but he heard Yan Laosan said slowly: "So you see, didn't I come all the way from Qingqiu specially?

The Demon Emperor made my son die, so I will make him die too.

The pain of bereavement should be experienced by everyone. "

"you......"

Zong Ming's face instantly became extremely ugly.

He looked at the skinned fox in his hand and the monster core that was dug out, and suddenly frowned and said, "No, how can you deal with Uncle Jiu and Uncle Fourth with just you people.

Even a sneak attack is impossible!"

"You have finally discovered the key to the problem, my General Zong."

Yan Laosan sighed softly.

Accompanied by his soft sigh, figures emerged above Yan Lao San's head.

Men and women, tall, short, fat, and thin, each one is a demon king with a Monster Qi soaring to the sky.

Among them was the first one, a big man leaning on a huge gold and stone throne with two female demons in his arms. The Monster Qi and hostility exuded from his body were more than ten times that of the other demon kings combined.

With a casual look, Chongming felt like he couldn't help trembling.

And this kind of feeling was only felt when he met the Qingqiu Fox Emperor before.

Demon Emperor Powerful!

And it's not an ordinary monster king powerhouse who has condensed Monster core, it is almost comparable to the monster king powerhouse of the Qingqiu Foxgrass level!

Seeing this monster, all the Qingqiu fox clan headed by Yan Laosan bowed on one knee and shouted.

"I've seen the Great Saint, the family of Baishenglou."

The former just lazily picked his ears.

But when he heard the words of Yan Laosan and the others, Zong Ming's pupils shrank severely, and he couldn't help but exhale: "Baishenglou!

Yan Laosan, you actually invited people from Baisheng Tower over here!

What kind of virtue do you have, how can you set up a celestial sage of the Hundred Sacred Tower??!"

Baishenglou is an extremely unique organization in Yaozu.

It has recruited a large number of powerful monsters, who specialize in the business of buying their lives with money.

Some are similar to the evil king's pavilion, a killer organization in the evil way.

However, the strength background is far superior to the latter. It is said that the most powerful "Great Saints" in Baishenglou have the strength not inferior to a clan of demon emperors.

Of course, it would be extremely expensive to invite Great Saint-level figures from Baishenglou.

With the ability of Yan Laosan and the others, they were able to hollow out the base of Kezifengmai and the group.

Faced with Zong Ming's questioning, Yan Laosan smiled and said, "What can you do? I'll wait for a few pulses, nothing else, just a few dozen catties of emperor's fluid can still be taken out."

Zong Ming's eyes widened, and he exclaimed: "Yan Lao San, are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy."

Yan Laosan said calmly, "Compared to my son's life, this is worth it."

Zong Ming was taken aback, and stood on the spot in astonishment.

Only at this moment did he fully feel that Yan Lao Sangui's intention to kill them during this trip.

Somewhere in the sky, Ji Aoyue and the old man in Jinyi are also paying attention to this place.

"Baishenglou Great Saint, Qingqiu's veins are really generous this time..."

The old man in brocade clothes said with a complicated expression: "Even if I let you go now, you probably won't be able to protect this layer of defense.

Can't even get it right...

I will lose my life!"

The old man in brocade clothes said, looking at Aoqi beside him.

Ji Aoyue's expression was slightly concentrated, she didn't speak, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Yan Laosan, have you guys finished chatting? My seat is waiting for you to sit on your ass."

On the golden stone throne, the hideous and ugly man yawned long and lazily.

The voice of this monster is really strange.

It is as clear and sonorous as gold and jade hitting a stone, which shakes the spirit that can't help but smell it.

Hearing the big man speak, Yan Laosan immediately replied respectfully.

"Great Saint is ready for a shot.

Junior only hoped that the Great Saint would show mercy and leave someone with a dead body.

The big man wondered: "What's the matter? You want to kill them, but you also want to be grateful for the love of the same family?"

"The Great Saint misunderstood."

Yan Laosan smiled and said: "I beg the Great Saint to keep the whole body, so that the servants can torture him for fun later.

Otherwise, how can I eliminate the hatred in my heart for the past thirty years. "

"Hahaha……"

The big man laughed loudly, "You are an interesting person, I don't want you to bleed a catty this time.

"Yan Lao San thanked Great Saint."

Yan Laosan bent his back low, but had an incomparably bright smile on his face.

Zong Ming listened to the conversation between the two, and felt chills all over his body.

Although Zong Shou is ignorant of world affairs, he is also aware of the coming crisis of life and death.

But his expression was quite calm.

He bent down and hugged the two poor foxes on the ground, and looked around, as if he was chasing something.

"I just fought a monster core old fox, and now I have to deal with two Xuandan old dogs.

Yan Laosan, you really don't make a lot of money with your thirty catties of liquid blood. "

The big man on the golden stone throne slowly stood up while talking.

When this monster stands up, it seems that there is an ancient magic mountain that stretches and undulates quickly uprooted from everyone's eyes, encircling the surrounding fields and covering the sky.

Everyone in the field felt a heavy pressure like suffocation.

The big man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at a certain position in the distant sky.

The beast-like paw of his right hand was slowly clenched, just as he was about to make a move.

A beam of light flew towards it, and was grabbed by the big man.

In the streamer was a piece of engraved jade talisman, the big man glanced at it, and crushed it casually.

A smile appeared on his fierce and ferocious face.

"It turns out that these two are not. That's comfortable, I don't need to make a move!"

After speaking, he laughed, sat down again, and caught the two banshees with hot bodies again.

Yan Laosan and the others below were still wondering who the other two Xuandans were that the big man said, but the trouble had subsided. Then they saw the big man wave his hand, and several demon kings beside him rushed down together.

In an instant, countless monster mist enveloped the sky, and the sound of howling tigers and wolves filled the ears.

Zong Ming went up to meet him early in the morning, fighting alone with Wang Qiang, the demon of the holy building.

Zong Shou, who was holding the blood fox, was left alone, and retreated step by step to the side of the carriage.

This is the only thing that can give him a sense of security right now.

It's a pity that because of the demon's aura, the horses pulling the carriage were already in a state of panic, and at this moment they dragged the carriage and turned around and fled.

"Haha, this little bastard won't bother the people of Great Saint!"

Yan Laosan had been waiting for this moment for a long time, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he rushed straight at the bewildered Zong Shou.

Besieged by several monster kings of the same level in the sky, Zong Ming, who could only hold on with all his strength, saw the scene with his eyes wide open, and yelled heartbreakingly: "Yan Lao San, how dare you?!"

"Why wouldn't I dare?!"

Yan Laosan arrived in front of Zongshou in an instant, his face full of hostility, he laughed and stroked the top of Zongshou's head at the same time.

"Not only do I dare, I don't want to screw this little bastard's head off in front of you! Haha..."

Yan Lao San laughed heartily, as if all the resentment accumulated in his heart for thirty years was vented at this moment.

But just when his palm was about to touch the top of Zong Shou's skull.

"Pfft—"

It sounded like a sharp knife piercing through something quickly.

Yan Laosan's laughter stopped abruptly.

The whole person also froze suddenly, standing still, as if he had been hit by some fixed movement technique.

Yan Laosan's weirdness attracted the attention of many people in the field.

Their spiritual thoughts swept away, and then they saw horrifying and unbelievable scenes one after another

A knife actually grew out of Yan Laosan's mouth!

To be precise, it was the tip of a knife.

The tip of the knife grew out of nowhere, pierced through half of Yan Laosan's head, and then emerged from his mouth.

"Ugh—"

Before everyone could see clearly, the weird tip of the knife disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Laosan saw fountain-like blood gushing out of his mouth, trembling all over, curled up and turned into an old fox with five tails and purple fur.

After a few breaths, he became stiff and motionless.

Yan Laosan......

Died like this?!

All of a sudden, the audience was silent.

The battle in the sky ceased inexplicably, and the big man on the throne of gold and stone also sat up straight, his face lost his laziness, and his eyes showed a bit of surprise.

Just when everyone was staring at Yan Laosan's body.

A scream suddenly sounded in the sky.

I saw the demon king of Baishenglou suddenly trembled all over and spurted blood from his mouth.

Looking carefully, it turned out that the half-point of the knife that stabbed Yan Laosan to death just now appeared again.

This time it is from the forehead of the demon king of Baishenglou

popped up.

The tip of the knife pierced through the demon's skull, and blood gushed out of the brain.

Moments later, the tip of the knife disappeared, and a tiger corpse with multiple holes in its head fell from the sky.

Before the tiger carcass fell to the ground.

Another person seemed to be having an epileptic seizure, trembling all over, and slowly fell to the ground against a bloody hole in his head.

Then there was another person.......

In just ten or so breaths, the weird knife tip appeared frequently.

Sometimes it grows on the heart of the fox tribe in Qingqiu that Yan Laosan brought, and sometimes it grows from the head of the demon king in Baishenglou.

Every time the point of this knife appears, it will take away a life, and immediately there will be an extra demon corpse in the field.

This unimaginable and bizarre method caused many monsters in the field to have their livers and gallbladders shattered, and their hearts seemed to be grabbed by wolves by an invisible big hand.

Fear, panic, and uneasiness swept towards them from all directions like a tide, an unparalleled sense of suffocation.

The big man on the throne of gold and stone finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Standing up abruptly, he yelled fiercely: "Who is it?! If you hide your head and show your tail, if you have the ability to come out, I will tear you apart!"

As he spoke, the big man roared towards the surrounding fields.

In an instant, the ground under his feet was shaken, rumbling violently.

After the roar dissipated, the crisp sound of horseshoes sounded from a distance.

Everyone followed the prestige, and suddenly found that the carriage that escaped from Zong Shou had returned.

There are more people on the carriage.

He is a young man with a green shirt and sleeves and a handsome face.

The young man was in a leisurely manner, holding an ordinary long knife in his hand.

Holding the knife in his backhand, he stabbed fiercely at the air in front of him!

The scene can't help but remind people of the zhagua game stalls on the Daji.

One penny can be tied once.

If you hit it, you can take away the fragrant and sweet big watermelon.

The young man who has nothing to do is playful, and after paying the money, he can't wait to take the knife and aim it at the watermelon on the ground, and the wolf will cut it down...

"Puff -" a sound.

Hit!

One hundred demon kings of the Holy Tower in mid-air fell to the ground without making a sound.

The boy took the knife back contentedly.

It was obviously a long knife pierced in the void.

The entire tip of the knife is covered with blood and brains that are almost red and white.

I have already updated twice today, how can I say there is only one update, forget it, just update one more. .