I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

The surging weight disappeared, and Wu Ma Zhanhu looked up tremblingly.

He looked through the trees and looked deep into the dense forest.

That huge pressure came from deep in the dense forest.

"Is it a god?"

He thought so in his heart.

"Patriarch, a figure in the distance is approaching quickly."

When Wuma Zhanhu was thinking about it, Elder Murdah hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Looking at the direction, it should be from Mid Valley City."

The demon clan outside the mountain in Mid Valley City discovered that Mengshan was dead?

Wuma Zhanhu raised his head and frowned.

It is not surprising that the demon clan outside the mountain discovered that Mengshan was dead.

Although the little demon that Mengshan had brought was controlled, it was normal to have a scout or something.

The demon clan outside the mountain is ferocious and rampant, not stupid.

"Do you want to find the gods?"

Lu Meng stepped forward and said.

The first thing he thought of when he encountered a problem was Wang Yifan. In his mind, as long as Wang Yifan took action, there was nothing that could not be solved.

At this time, he didn't even feel that Wang Yifan's position in his heart had reached a terrifying height before he knew it.

"Wait! The Shangxian just left, so go and call him, it will be bad if you upset the Shangxian."

Wu 133 Ma Zhanhu said slowly.

Thousands of meters away, the black bully still saw Wuma Zhanhu and the others, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a cruel light appeared in his eyes.

He didn't come out this time to avenge Mengshan, and he didn't care about Mengshan's death.

As for the demon clan outside the mountain that was arrested, he didn't even care.

He came this time just to vent the killing intent in his heart and bring fear.

For him, there is nothing happier than crushing the skulls of enemies and watching them die in despair.

With the black clouds rolling in, Hei Ba's speed was three points faster again.

Two kilometers.

One thousand meters.

Five hundred meters.

In an instant, he appeared in the sky above the jungle monsters such as Wuma Zhanhu.

boom!

The black bully descended from the sky, bringing up dust.

A gust of wind swept through, and the black bully's sturdy figure was revealed in the dust.

"Hey, are you the Jungle Demon Race? Really weak and pitiful!"

The black bully smiled grinningly, his eyes the size of a copper bell swept across the crowd, as if a hungry tiger was looking at the food to be slaughtered.

Wuma Zhanhu contacted the black bully's eyes, his heart tightened, and cold sweat broke out from his palms.

What a powerful evil spirit.

He is not an opponent.

But within a second, he made a judgment in his mind.

He is not the opponent of the monster race outside the mountain, the strength of this monster is not comparable to the previous Mengshan.

Even, he felt the feeling the monster gave him, similar to the feeling the white boy next to Wang Yifan gave him.

Is this an existence comparable to a ghost king?

But why didn't Lu Meng say that among the monster races outside the mountains that occupied Mid Valley City, there were such powerful monsters?

Lu Meng felt the momentum of the black bully, and his heart trembled.

The black bully is too strong.

And when he was in Mid Valley City, he didn't talk about black bullies.

In this way, it means that the black bully appeared after occupying Mid Valley City.

At this moment, the side of the jungle monster is like a big enemy.

At this time, the demon races outside the mountain that had been caught all had joy on their faces.

Unfortunately, the demon clan outside the mountain even knelt directly to the ground.

"My lord, help!"

"Help me, my lord."

"What to do? Patriarch Wuma."

Lu Meng turned to look at Wu Ma Zhanhu.

Faced with such a powerful black bully, they must find a way to inform Wang Yifan, otherwise, they are afraid that they will all be buried here.

"You go and notify the immortal, I will find a way to delay some time."

Wuma Zhanhu swallowed and said in a low voice.

Now, as long as Wang Yifan can save them.

"No, I'll stop him, you go and notify the immortal."

Lu Meng said firmly.

Hei Ba's aura seemed to him to be a master of the same level as Bai Tongzi, and he could lose his life in the face of him at any time.

How difficult it is to stop him.

Moreover, this crisis was brought by him in the final analysis, and brought by him in Mid Valley City.

If he went to rescue soldiers and died after returning, he would not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"Have you discussed it, whoever comes out first and asks me to fight the teeth."

Hei Ba tilted his head, sticking out his tongue and curling the saliva in his mouth.

He was completely indifferent to the group of jungle monsters in front of him.

too weak.

He can kill a large piece at his fingertips.

It's really useless that Meng Shan died at the hands of this group of rubbish!

"Forget it, let me choose!"

Without waiting for Wuma Zhanhu and others to answer, the black tyrant stretched out a carrot-thick finger to point at the people of the jungle monster race.

"Just you."

Hei Ba's finger pointed to Elder Murdah.

"Spirit race, right! I haven't eaten the spirit race for a long time, come quickly and let me relieve my greed."

A smirk appeared at the corner of Hei Ba's mouth, and he walked slowly towards Elder Murdah.

He walks extremely leisurely, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gets bigger and bigger. What he likes most is to appreciate the struggle of the prey before death.

Dilated pupils.

The trembling body.

A fast beating heart.

Can bring him great pleasure.

Seeing Hei Ba coming, Elder Murdah's face turned pale.

Facing the black bully, he didn't even have the mind to resist, the difference between the strengths of the two was too great.

"Murda, stop standing stupid."

Wuma Zhanhu suddenly drank, and then took a step forward.

"Muda, Lu Meng, the three of us joined forces to block him, and the rest of the monster race will invite the immortal."

This is the best way right now.

No matter who the three of them are, they cannot be the murderer of the black tyrant alone, and it is extremely difficult to stop him from counting his breath.

Even if the three of them can't work together, at least delaying some time is not a problem.

As long as the jungle monster clan can find Wang Yifan, they are considered successful.

Elder Murdah shook his whole body with a drink from the Wuma and Fighting Tiger, and his horrified eyes returned to clarity. He straightened his waist and looked straight at the black bully.

"Despicable, even if you are powerful and act so despicable, your demon clan outside the mountain can achieve great things."

Elder Murdah looked at the black bully and said angrily.

Although his strength is not as good as the black tyrant, but he is not able to make that gesture. It is obviously that the black tyrant used some method to make him fall into fear.

"Wake up! It's boring, but it's even more interesting."

Hei Ba didn't care.

Whether it was Elder Murdah or Wuma Zhanhu, he didn't care about it.

From beginning to end, he was a cat and mouse mentality.

Play slowly, wait until you get tired of playing before you kill it.

Lu Meng saw the Hei Ba who kept coming by, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stood side by side with Wuma and Fighting Tiger.

"Monster, fight if you want to fight."

He has never been afraid of death. If he is afraid of death, he will not survive now, and he will be the general of Mid Valley City.

At this moment, in the face of the black tyrant's steadfast pressing, he also completely aroused the blood in his heart.

What about birth? How about death?

A big husband should be fearless when he is alive. .

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