Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

Chapter 867: Hardbone Demon Desert

As far as ghosts and ghosts are concerned, he doesn't care what kind of demon emperor is the son of the demon, whether he is noble or cheap, in his eyes, the demon is the defeated one, and the defeated one should have the consciousness of the defeated one.

A clear and loud slap, suddenly a clear five-finger palm print was left on the cheeks of the desolate white fairness.

"You! You are so insulting to me! You must not be so dead!" However, under this slap of ghosts, not only did he not realize the demon waste, but he proudly had a distinguished status, and hissing loudly.

"You little demon cub, it's not honest! Howling for this useless nonsense." Immediately afterwards, Ghost was slamming angrily again, slamming and crackling again, ringing again.

"Gee!" And the slap of the ghost fan was more violent than before, and the demon waste spit the golden blood directly from the mouth of the ghost fan.

Immediately, the ghost with long blond hair holding the demon wasteland, and the charming and enchanting female ghost returned the charm Ji to Shi Feng, and both drank at the same time: "Imperial!"

"Very good!" Shi Feng said with a sneer, staring at the demon waste that was being carried by the ghost. Then Shi Feng asked coldly in front of the demon desert, "Say! My disciple Yun Yimeng! Where is it now?"

"Ghost!" Yaohuang gritted his teeth and spit out these two words fiercely, which was the man in front of him. Twenty-five years ago, in this demon mountain, he beheaded his father. !!

Today, twenty-five years later, he came to Tianyao Mountain again and led the ghost soldiers to kill his 100,000 monster soldiers and his generals. His two ghost generals captured and humiliated himself!

The demon waste really wished that he would cramp the skin and drain his blood!

"Nether! Tonight, I'm infertile. I'm inferior. I'm in your hands. If you want to kill, kill!"

"Pop!", And after hearing the words of Yaohuang, Ghost fanned out again with a clean slap, and fanned again on Yaohuang's face, and yelled angrily: "My emperor asked you where Yun Yimeng was. .You are going to die, not now. Say some useless nonsense, I slap you soberly. "

"You!" Yaohuang turned his head, staring at the ghost coldly, his face full of hate and anger. This evil spirit has slapped his three slaps.

"Why not? You, the little monster captured by this seat, don't want to bite me?" Ghostly disdainfully looked at the demon waste in his hands and sneered at him.

At this time, Shi Feng said again and said coldly to the demon desolation: "This seat asks you again, what is Yun Yimeng now. If you answer honestly, this seat will give you a happy death, if you are stubborn Not working, then you will soon know what it means to survive, not death! "

"I am!" In the face of Shi Feng, the demon waste was a cold drink.

"Very good!" Shi Feng said coldly, even though this monster was so stubborn. Followed by, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed directly into the face of Yaohuang, clasped his demon's handsome face, and then, a strong suction was produced in Shi Feng's palm.

Suddenly, the demon waste only felt that the blood all over his body began to boil, and quickly rose up against the current. Five golden blood arrows rushed out from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. Xiang Feng's palm was quickly swallowed by Shi Feng.

An unspeakable uncomfortable feeling spread through the whole body of the demon wasteland, "Ah ah ah ah ah!" A burst of painful wailing sounds continued to yell out from the mouth of the demon wasteland, the demon strange The handsome face also became extremely distorted.

And the demon waste body, because the golden blood was continuously sucked by Shi Feng, the body was drying up quickly, and gradually, the desolation drinking shout stopped, and his body was reduced to a dry one. Corpses.

The son of a generation of demon emperor, Jiu Xing Wudi Realm, the demon power of the Demon Clan, like his father Demon Emperor, died in the ghostly hand of Jiu You Emperor, and fell on the demon holy land Tian Yao Mountain!

After Shi Feng swallowed up the golden blood of the demon waste, he also swallowed his death power instantly, and then sucked again with his right claw, a fist-sized soul was sucked out of that withered face by Shi Feng, Shi Feng held it in his palm.

This strand of soul is the soul of the demon wasteland.

One of the eight ghosts saw one of the ghosts in his hand, and saw the demon waste turned into a corpse. He took off the sky demon sword and the storage ring in his hand, and then threw it with his right hand. Tianyao Mountain.

"Nether! You devoured my blood, destroyed my body, and pumped my soul. One day, you will have to die! Although my Tianyao Mountain is gone, but my demon tribe is more powerful than me, Tianyao Mountain, more than me Demon wasteland, one day, they will kill the Nether Purgatory and kill all of you! "

The soul in Shi Feng's hands kept shaking in the palms of his hands, and gave out a shout of desolation.

"Huh!" Shi Feng heard a sneer of disdain from Shi Feng, and it was useless to talk to him about such hard bones. Now what he wants is the whereabouts of his disciple Yun Yimeng, but only Only by using ruthless methods against him can we know the whereabouts of his disciple.

"Boom", a burst of **** flames burst out of Shi Feng's palm, and soon devoured the desolate strand of soul.

"Ah! Aah, ah! Nether, you must not die! Ah!" The **** flames of the extreme cathode cold, burning the soul of the demon waste, the pain and physical pain cannot be related at all In comparison.

The monster wasteland was screaming in wailing, but the spirit of the monster wasteland was indeed not comparable to that of ordinary people. Although his soul was enduring unbearable pain, suffering and torture, he was still cursing Shi Feng.

And as the curse of the demon waste became more and more intense, the **** flames in Shi Feng's hands also became more and more fierce.

"Ah! Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Kill me! Nether, kill me if you have a seed! I!" Finally, the spirit of the desolate wasteland was burned by the flames, and tasted what it means to die. The endurance has reached its limit, and Shi Feng opens up to kill him.

Hearing the voice of the demon waste, Shi Feng looked at the **** flames in his palms and hummed again: "Hum! I ask you again, Yun Yimeng is dead or alive!"

"Kill me! You kill me! Ah ah ah! Kill me!" The desolate voice also became more and more stern and painful. I can imagine how painful he is now. Torture.

Moreover, the tone gradually changed from that toughness, and it became like begging Shi Feng.

"Say! Yun Yimeng, is it life or death!" Shi Feng chilled again!

(End of this chapter)