This True Monarch [Eight-Armed Sword Sage] died just like that? If they weren't present at the scene … many demons might have believed it.
However, the demons of the Third and Fourth Stage at the scene were cursing in their hearts, "Ten thousand small curses have formed a big cursing"!
What the f * ck!
When this Eight-Armed Sword Sage 'fell to the ground and died', the aura of life on his body was still as strong as before, as dazzling as the rising sun.
Moreover, there was an additional layer of transparent but very powerful shield around his body. With this barrier around him, all the demons on the scene wouldn't be able to do anything to this Eight-Armed Sword Sage even if they joined forces.
As for that demon of the Fourth Stage that 'killed' him, it was completely dumbfounded, unable to understand what was happening before its eyes. Did these human cultivators have a screw loose in their heads? What the hell are they doing?
Before the demons could figure out what was going on, a tragic roar echoed from not too far away.
A man that was surrounded by three demons of the Fourth Stage shouted at the top of his lungs, "Eight Arms ~ No ~ Eight Arms! You bastards dared to kill my Junior Brother Eight Arms! I'll fight you to the death! "
The man's eyes were glistening with tears, and his voice was so loud that it could make people cry. It was as if that True Monarch called the Eight-Armed Sword Sage had really died.
After roaring, powerful spiritual energy burst out of the man's body, and a strong flood dragon aura rose from his body.
"I'll kill you! All of you will die! I, the Dragon God Fist, swear that I'll kill all of you! Kill! Kill! Kill! Accompany my junior brother in death! " The man with the flood dragon aura roared. He jumped up, and the projection of a huge flood dragon appeared behind him!
It was a flood dragon that was about to transform into a dragon.
His killing intent soared to the sky.
It was another True Monarch!
Moreover, it was True Monarch Flood Dragon, one of the strongest Sixth Stage True Monarchs! None of the six cave lords were a match for True Monarch Flood Dragon!
Soon after, True Monarch Flood Dragon, the Dragon God Fist, seemed to have turned on a cheat, and his fists exploded. Each of his fists carried the projection of a flood dragon, exploding in the midst of the demons of the Netherworld!
For a time, the whole world was filled with the roars of dragons … and the screams of the demons of the Netherworld.
"Damn it, open your eyes and see clearly. Your Junior Brother Eight-Armed Sword Sage isn't dead at all, okay? He was still alive and well! The aura of life coming from his body is so obvious; are you blind that you can't see it? "The demons of the Netherworld really wanted to wash the eyes of this guy named 'Dragon God Fist'.
As a cultivator, could his eyes not be so blind?
Don't be so blind, we can still fight properly!
Just as the demons of the Netherworld were so depressed that they felt like vomiting blood, the Dragon God Fist had already arrived in front of the demon of the Fourth Stage that had 'killed' the Eight-Armed Sword Sage with a single palm strike.
"Go to hell! Take this — Wudang Mountain Flood Dragon Tyrant!" The Dragon God Fist roared angrily. His fists began to move in the void, as if he was displaying a powerful fist technique, or drawing some inexplicable patterns in the void with his fists.
This fist technique took a long time to display … but under the awe of the powerful aura of the Dragon God Fist, the surrounding demons felt their bodies getting heavier, and were unable to seize the opportunity to attack him.
He waited until the Dragon God Fist King finished drawing the pattern before punching out!
The roar of a dragon resounded in the void!
A lifelike flood dragon made of spiritual qi shot out of the fist of the Dragon God Fist, hitting the body of that demon of the Fourth Stage.
"Aaaaah!" The demon of the Netherworld, who had been intimidated by the aura, was unable to dodge, and stiffly stood in place. Just like that, the flood dragon made of spiritual qi blasted it to pieces.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, I've taken revenge for you!" The Dragon God Fist raised his head and roared with tears in his eyes.
Then … less than a minute later …
The Dragon God Fist was surrounded by three demons of the Third Stage, and finally couldn't resist anymore. The three demons of the Third Stage hit his body more than ten times in a row, and his daoist robe was torn to shreds.
"Aaaaah ~ Heaven, destroy me, Empty Cloud! Heaven, destroy me, Empty Cloud!! "The eyes of the Dragon God Fist were filled with unspeakable grief and indignation as he recited this classic line.
A lot of blood gushed out of his body. Soon after, his body stiffly fell backward, and he 'died' just like that.
Just like that Eight-Armed Sword Sage, although this Dragon God Fist was already dead, the 'aura of life' on his body was enough to blind the eyes of the demons.
At the same time, a transparent barrier appeared on the body of the Dragon God Fist, protecting him.
"…" The demons of the Netherworld.
F * ck, what's going on?
Are these human cultivators sick in the head? Or did they take the wrong medicine today?
But regardless of whether these human cultivators were sick in the head or not … it was a good thing for the demons of the Netherworld that the two True Monarchs were lying on the ground and pretending to be corpses, not killing anymore.
At the very least, their casualties would be greatly reduced, and they would be able to concentrate on dealing with the other human cultivators.
Just as this thought flashed through their minds … something even more confusing to the demons happened.
Unbeknownst to them, a 'hermit' human cultivator had appeared in the rear of the camp of the demons.
Speaking of which, it was quite strange. This human cultivator was wearing a conspicuous and ferocious black armor, and he was holding a two-meter-long black machete in his hand. He was wearing such a domineering and evil appearance, but as soon as the demons of the Netherworld saw him, they immediately associated him with that 'hermit' that was hiding in the depths of the mountains and forests.
No one knew how this' hermit 'managed to get to the rear of the camp of the demons.
At this time, this human hermit wearing a black armor raised his machete high and pointed it at the group of human cultivators that had taken the wrong medicine, laughing wildly. "Fools of the Kongyun school unexpectedly dared to block the path of this warlord, Evil General Mingyue! This world is already in the pocket of our 'demonic realm', and those who obey me will prosper! Those who oppose me will die! Little ones, kill them all and flatten the Kongyun school! "
"…" The demons of the Netherworld.
Who was this guy? Why was he standing in the camp of the demons of the Netherworld, and acting as if he was giving orders?
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Flipping the table! All of them were f * cking crazy!
At the same time, the several demons of the Netherworld next to the 'hermit' gritted their teeth and glanced at each other. Then, they surrounded the 'hermit', preparing to make a move and kill him.
But just as the demons of the Netherworld were about to make their move, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the body of that 'Evil General Mingyue' … it was also the aura of a Sixth Stage True Monarch, and it was at the peak of the Sixth Stage True Monarch rank.
The terrifying aura intimidated the restless demons of the Netherworld.
In the next moment, Evil General Mingyue waved the machete in his hand, and the saber qi coiled around the demons next to him, pushing them forward and sending them into the encirclement of the human cultivators. "What are you standing there for? Kill, kill, kill, kill! As long as you flatten the Kongyun school, the demon lord will reward you handsomely! Those who dare to take a step back will be killed! "
The demons of the Netherworld were dumbfounded.
Having a brain was a good thing, and they really hoped that the cultivators in front of them could have it.
… …
… …
At this time, Scholar Drunken Loon was somewhat proud of himself. His acting skills just now were excellent, to say the least. He felt that he had brought to life the eye-catching role of the warlord of the enemy's army.
After the screening of the movie, he would surely attract a lot of people's attention!
Due to the special cultivation technique he practiced since he was a child, he had mysteriously become invisible. Even in the Nine Provinces Number One Group, he had been invisible for tens of thousands of years, and the fellow daoists couldn't remember his daoist name. Even if he was invisible for tens of thousands of years, he still wanted to dazzle everyone with his daoist name … but even if he was invisible for tens of thousands of years, he still wanted to dazzle everyone with a bang!
Even if it was just a few shots of the movie, he would be satisfied as long as he could dazzle everyone.
Now then, did the camera focus on me just now?
That dazzling figure of mine and the powerful presence of the warlord of the demon army should have been recorded, right?
Scholar Drunken Loon thought to himself as he glanced at the cameraman out of the corner of his eye.
He wasn't sure if it was just his misconception … but the cameraman was aiming at the front, where Shiliu Su was fighting with all her might amidst the army of demons.
One had to admit that Shiliu Su was really dazzling in battle. She had a petite figure, and she was holding a small saber in her hand. However, each of her moves was filled with saber qi, extremely domineering!
The contrast between her petite figure and the domineering saber qi was so beautiful that it could explode.
Scholar Drunken Loon was somewhat envious of Shiliu Su.
The cameraman's camera was firmly aimed at Shiliu, giving her a close-up for a long time.
Scholar Drunken Loon was speechless.
Was there a mistake? According to the script, wasn't he supposed to be the one in the scene just now?
His presence was so obvious, but the camera didn't capture it?
Cameraman, quickly come and film me, come and film me!
Scholar Drunken Loon brandished the huge sword in his hand and continuously rolled up the demons of the Netherworld around him, throwing them toward the group of cultivators ahead to steal the camera.
Finally, the cameraman seemed to have found his conscience, and came back to his senses. He stopped shooting Shiliu Su and turned the camera toward Scholar Drunken Loon.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. It's finally my turn. "Scholar Drunken Loon assumed the coolest pose, and the aura of a world-destroying demon was released from his body.
The cameraman gave Scholar Drunken Loon a thumbs up, satisfied. Then, less than two seconds later, the cameraman turned the camera toward Senior Sister [Murong Painting] Riverly Purple Mist.
Just like Shiliu Su, Riverly Purple Mist was also a girl with a petite figure. However, her fighting style was completely different from Shiliu Su.
Shiliu Su's fighting style was domineering, while Riverly Purple Mist's fighting style was strange …
The cameraman felt that he had captured the perfect shot.
After the movie was released, the audience would surely give him a few extra drumsticks. After all, how many high-quality beauties were there in the mortal world? And yet, several of them had appeared in the movie at the same time.
Scholar Drunken Loon:
Flip the table, believe it or not, I'll flip the table!
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