Xie Tian was not surprised that the seed demon had come to find him again. But he was also surprised.
He was not surprised because of the irreconcilable conflict between the two sides.
He was surprised because the opponent had stopped fighting, so why did he come to visit again after such a short period of time?
Yes.
Xie Tian treated the second time the seed demon had spied on him as a visit — — if the first time could be called breaking in.
The seed demon could feel this change.
And when the Seed Demon sensed that, that little bit of luck that it had in mind instantly turned into reality.
And it was a disgusting reality.
It had been treated as a sparring partner by a human.
It seemed that the sparring partner was quite effective.
So, not long after the battle started, it retracted its aura.
This was because he realized that the other party was once again taking advantage of the situation, crying and begging him to give him more pointers.
The seed demon's hurried arrival and departure made Xie Tian even more suspicious.
After all, after the first time the seed demon had stopped fighting, his heart was filled with unfavorable guesses.
He had thought that the seed demon would reveal its intentions. Who would have thought … …
"Sigh … …"
As the seed demon left, the trembling that filled Xie Tian's body gradually faded.
This made him feel uncomfortable.
On one hand, he could not make any guesses from the seed demon's quick arrival and departure. On the other hand, the seed demon's departure made him lose the chance to sharpen his inexplicable senses.
Fortunately, the seed demon had left, but the demon he had encountered had not.
Not only had it not left.
It was the first time Xie Tian had seen an injured demon.
It was also the first time he knew how terrifying a demon could be when it decided to go all out.
This kind of demon was different from the demons killed by Bi Ya and Zang Hai. It was also something Xie Tian had never encountered before, and it was a benchmark to measure Xie Tian's battle strength.
Against a demon that could incite Xie Tian's fighting spirit, even a full-strength Pengju Battle Squad would not be able to win, much less the current Pengju Battle Squad.
After half an hour, the Pengju Battle Squad's fighting spirit, which had been stimulated by Devouring Mang, was heavily injured by the berserk demon.
When fighting spirit was no longer useful, it was replaced by the will to die.
The appearance of the will to die meant that the Pengju Battle Squad was worthy of being called Bi Ya's Battle Squad.
But this will to die made Xie Tian shake his head.
"Will to die, not will to die … …"
Xie Tian had never believed that those who used death as a source of confidence would be able to explode with power in the final moments of their lives.
The will to die was a kind of attitude, and did not require one to die.
But now, the elites of the Peng Ju Battle Squad seemed to be fighting with a kind of bravery that would peel off a layer of skin even if they died.
Such a battle was not as exciting as when they were rational and cowardly.
Pengju Of Pengju Battle, Pengju Pend of the Battle Squad, Pengju Peng.
Because they noticed that even if they had the will to die, they would collapse even more swiftly and completely.
"I, I'm actually going to die …"
Tung Mang, who had thought that he was fighting with all his might and racking his brains to control the military formation, had his mind instantly become a mass of chaos. This young clan leader, who was second only to the top elites, looked like a fool.
. and Tian had many times. Xie Demon.
In his words, he had been beaten senseless.
However, on the surface, he looked sluggish, but in his heart, he was filled with the great fear of life and death.
Such fear would cause some to break through their limits, and increase their battle power … …
However, most of those who succumbed to this kind of great fear would immediately lose all their strength and be at the mercy of others.
When their leader was reduced to such a state, the elites, who had seen their leader as their last hope, instantly fell. They fell even more thoroughly than Tun Mang.
Their faces were lifeless.
Their eyes were filled with fear.
Their bodies trembled.
Their limbs were weak.
Their sea of consciousness was chaotic.
… …
It was as if they had been suppressed by a formless power before they died.
This kind of suppression even included everyone's desire to live.
Only after sensing it silently did Xie Tian realize that this power was demonic energy.
"It is also the power to control desire … …"
After deepening his understanding of demonic power, Xie Tian was not prepared to stand by and watch.
But he did not act. He frowned as he looked at the demons that were about to destroy the Pengju Battle Squad.
In terms of provocation, he was not good at it, especially when it was a high-level demon.
The pretentious words that Tun Mang had memorized were mostly said to him by Xie Tian's opponents.
He was not sure if these words would be of any use to the demon in front of him.
After thinking about it, he decided to use his own method to provoke the demon.
"You are not my son."
If there was a clock in the world … …
Xie Tian's words were like the hand that pinched the pendulum.
The killing intent that pervaded the battlefield froze.
The demon's speed that tore through the void was reduced to zero.
The demon finger that was about to pierce through Tun Mang's forehead stopped three inches away.
Then, he looked at Xie Tian with his demonic eyes that were filled with the determination of a trapped beast.
If it was anyone else, even Gu Tianzi, who was looked at by those demon eyes? Coin sole? Illusionary?? … …
But even so, the demon only stopped. It seemed that this provocation was far from enough to make him give up on the dozens of elites and chase after Xie Tian.
Xie Tian was somewhat vexed. After thinking about it, he asked tentatively, "Could it be?"
With these three words, the clock in the world finally resumed its rotation under the demon's crazed killing intent.
Xie Tian ran.
Because the demon was chasing after him, and it seemed as if he would not rest until his death.
Xie Tian asked himself. The words "you are not my son" were actually a very superficial provocation. It was simply a direct statement of fact.
He did not expect the demon to give up on the dozens of elites and turn around to attack him.
Just as he was sighing that the demon could not withstand provocation … …
The elites of the Pengju Battle Squad awakened one after another.
This awakening, to be precise, meant that they had escaped from the abyss of death.
But from the looks of it, it was even duller than the dullness bestowed by the great terror of life and death.
Because … …
"You, you are not my son, son … …"
"Could, could it be … …"
"Could it be … …"
"Could it be … …"
… …
From the number of repetitions, it could be seen that the first provocation that Xie Tian cared about was not important at all.
What was important was the three rhetorical words in the second sentence.
More importantly, when he said these three words, Xie Tian's innocent and timid expression, was practically engraved in their sea of consciousness.
And when the two sentences and the face were put together … …
No matter how little experience he had.
No matter how talented he was.
No matter how high or low his cultivation.
No matter how serious he was, or whether he had a carefree personality.
… …
A huge word suddenly appeared in the minds of all the elites of the Pengju Battle Squad — —
Despicable.
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