The Ultimate Villain Of Fantasy

Wan Hou, who was fighting with the disciples of the White Lotus Sect, flashed a murderous intent in his eyes upon hearing this.

But when she turned her head, a smile came back on her face.

Let go of the White Lotus Sect disciple who was unable to resist, and covered his mouth with a chuckle, and said in a low tone:

"I don't know how to call this young man?"

Hearing that, the man chuckled, and said proudly: "This seat is Demon Heaven!"

He said his title, and only waited for Houhou to show a look of astonishment and worship.

However, there was a cunning flash in the witch's eyes at this moment.

"Oh...so it's Motian..."

Having said that, she suddenly put away her expression and shrugged: "I haven't heard of it.

Ga!

This sudden turning point immediately made Prince Motian's aura stagnate for a moment, and his expression froze for a moment.

But he quickly reacted and laughed again.

"It's all right, beauty, we'll get to know each other soon."

As he spoke, he drove the magic dragon down from the clouds.

In an instant, a more terrifying momentum descended, and 18 made the people watching around feel their whole bodies sink.

At this time, a cold snort sounded.

The pressure of the crowd immediately dissipated a lot.

They looked up, but did not see other people appear.

Obviously the one who made the sound just didn't like to be oppressed by the aura of Prince Motian, but he didn't mean to come forward to oppose him.

"It should be the eldest disciple of which Sacred Land."

Someone guessed.

Prince Motian also glanced in the direction where the voice came from, and a clear look flashed in his eyes, obviously recognizing his old friend.

But since the other party didn't show up, it was obvious that they had already given him Face.

Thinking of this, Prince Motian turned his eyes to Houhou again.

Even with the picky eyes he had seen countless beauties, he couldn't help showing a hint of surprise when he looked at Houhou at this moment.

As the envoy of the black lotus of Ye Ling, with the mysterious aura of the primordial spirit of the black lotus, Hou Hou, who is already a peerless beauty, feels more and more attractive at this moment.

"If you follow me, I will immediately elevate you to the realm of kings, making you invincible in the present age.

Prince Motian said confidently.

But a trace of disdain flashed in Hou Hou's eyes when he heard the words.

A mere king, who is fooling.

Not to mention that she already loves Ye Ling to the bottom of her heart, even if she doesn't, with the eyes of the Witch, how could she fail to see who is more promising, Ye Ling or Prince Mo Tian.

To put it bluntly, you are not worthy to carry my master's shoes.

"But this son, the slave family already has a master~"

Of course, although I think so in my heart, but on the surface, Hou Wan still has the appearance of a charming and charming witch.

Prince Motian's eyes turned hot when he saw this, and he was furious again when he heard this.

"What is that, although I don't know who your master is, it doesn't matter who it is.

"For this seat, they are nothing but ants."

"Who can stop what I want?"

"Looking at your face, beauty, if he kneels obediently and begs for mercy, then I can spare his life, otherwise..."

As he spoke, the terrifying aura overflowed again, and the oppressive air made a crackling sound.

The murderous look and dominance emanating from those pitch-black pupils is shocking.

But instead of showing the shocked and adoring look that Prince Motian had imagined when he heard this, Houhou looked at him strangely.

"What's wrong?"

Prince Motian looked puzzled.

He found that not only Houhou, but also other people were a little strangely quiet at the moment, looking at Own very strangely.

This made Prince Motian even more confused.

"It's nothing, she's just looking at me."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Prince Motian.

Silent, understatement, without any oppression in the tone, but it made everyone subconsciously feel a sense of awe.

"...!"

Prince Motian's pupils shrank when he heard this.

That voice so close...

How is it possible! When!

"Presumptuous!" Before he had time to think about it, he immediately shouted, surging with Heavenly Devil, and attacked behind him.

At this moment, everyone felt that their eyes went dark, and the whole world disappeared, leaving only one big finger in the world, which contained the rolling Devilish Qi, Tongtian.

The secret supernatural power of the Demon God Sect——Shangshen Finger!

Legend has it that the terrifying supernatural power that can kill gods and destroy Buddhas with one finger when cultivated to the extreme!

Just looking at this scene, everyone felt a kind of fear of being overwhelmed, unable to move at all, like an ant, which would be destroyed at any time.

"Such a terrifying power, I am afraid that just by sweeping us from the corner, it can immediately turn us into ashes, right?"

"Is this the might of the Demon Heaven Prince?"

"The honorable king, Prince Motian, is truly terrifying."

"No wonder even those holy sons are unwilling to compete with them..."

The onlookers thought in horror.

"I don't know who is that who suddenly appeared behind Prince Motian. 327"

"To even make Prince Motian not aware of it, it must be a certain Power.

"I wonder if he can take this terrifying finger?"

"Hey, speaking of it, I seem to have seen him somewhere..."

Everyone thought of this, and suddenly saw that person move.

There is no vision, no earth-shattering momentum.

Saying that he moved, that person really just moved like that, it just depends on simply putting a palm in front of his face!

"I seem to have seen this scene somewhere..."

Seeing this, the audience's sense of déjà vu suddenly became stronger.

They felt as if they had seen such a scene not too long ago.

On the one hand, the monstrous situation is appalling, and on the other hand, it is also an understatement.

 …

snap.

There was a crisp sound.

The God of War, whose aura was so terrifying that it shook the heavens and the earth, broke off with one finger...

It actually broke!

It was so easy to break in front of the opponent's simple outstretched palm?!

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, and then at Ye Ling's still white and smooth palm, blankly for a while.

————This result, they seem to have seen it before...