Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 1572: Anger!

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The first thousand five hundred and seventy-two chapter is angry!

With a strong wave from the demon god, Ling Yuyao and the others quickly flew to the distance on the broken wing. But in an instant, the figures of several people had disappeared in the distance, completely gone.

"Um..."

Seeing this scene, a few strange people raised their brows slightly, and there was a funny look in their eyes: "Old things, you are already hard to protect yourself, and you still want to take care of others. It's really good. The world, fraternity is incomparable!"

"Haha..." Hearing this, the demon **** sneered, and said nothing.

He closed his eyes silently, like fish on a chopping board, as if silently waiting for death.

He is so badly injured now that he can't even use a little strength. Even, as long as the people of the Qiongqi clan were willing, they could easily pry open their heads, take out the inner alchemy, and crush it, which ended up killing him.

For the demon god, there is no difference between dying sooner or later. Anyway, he has been alive for such a long time. Since he is about to die, it is better to be easy.

"That's it."

At this moment, only the Qiongqi people laughed and said, "No matter, it's just a group of ants. They ran away. Anyway, our purpose is to belong to the unicorn family. As long as this The old things are still there."

Hearing this, the people of the Qiongqi tribe couldn't help but laugh, and their eyes toward the demon **** were full of cruelty and mockery.

"It looks like this old thing has already accepted his fate?"

"Also, if that's the case, it saves us from doing it ourselves. His obedient obedience is in line with our intentions."

The people of the Qiongqi tribe laughed, and while talking, they also walked towards the demon god.

The next moment, I saw one of them, and suddenly he drew a sword from behind, and slammed it at the head of the demon god!

Boom!

Along with the heavy impact, the sharp blade directly smashed the head of the demon god, and the blood came out from the head of the demon **** like a fountain, and stained the ground red.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would be shocked and even feel cruel in their heart?

After his head was split, the demon **** was obviously a bit painful, and his face was also a little ugly. But at any rate, he had seen countless people with strong winds and waves. Although the pain was unbearable, he never said aloud, silently suffering from this pain.

I saw a man from the Qiongqi tribe stepping forward and peeling off the head of the demon god. Then everyone saw a golden pill lying quietly in his head.

"Golden Core!"

Seeing this scene, everyone from the Qiongqi clan exclaimed, and there was joy in their eyes.

For them, although the Qilin tribe’s flesh and blood are extremely powerful, the demon gods are after all golden core gods. This golden core contains the essence of his life. If this golden core can be swallowed, it will be far more useful than devouring the flesh and blood of the demon god!

Woohoo!

And just when they were about to do something to the demon god, they heard a sudden sound of breaking through the air.

"Who is it?" Feeling the powerful killing intent suddenly coming from behind, the body of that clan was shocked, and he also turned his head abruptly, with a vigilant look in his eyes.

The next moment, the people of the Qiongqi tribe saw that a sharp blade suddenly whizzed from a distance! With a strong force of breaking through the air, he stabbed at them fiercely!

The sword is red all over, like a flash of red lightning, it has almost leaped thousands of meters in the blink of an eye!

The next moment, with a "pouch" sound, the sword directly penetrated the arm of one of the Qilin tribesmen, bringing up a burst of blood!

"Ah!" The huge pain from the arm made the poor clan scream and wailed in pain while clutching his injured arm.

At the next moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the void.

"Come back!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sharp sword stuck in the arm of the Qilin tribe seemed to have self-consciousness.

The sword blade shook slightly, and it flew out of the wound, then hovered in the air for a while and flew in a certain direction in the distance.

Seeing this scene, the Qiongqi tribe immediately looked up and saw a figure not far away, at this moment.

This man is a young man in his twenties with a handsome appearance, but his face is very ugly at the moment, as if dripping water is gloomy. He held a scarlet long sword in his hand, with blood permeating from the tip of the sword, and it fell to the ground.

"Master?"

Seeing this scene, the dying Demon God suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But soon, being so surprised was reduced to anxiety. He opened his mouth to remind Yang Chen to leave here as soon as possible. But no matter what, at this moment he can't even make a sound at all, and his strength seems to have been pumped out, and he is extremely weak.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the sudden appearance of Yang Chen, everyone in the Qiongqi tribe was also stunned, with a vigilant look in their eyes.

"You are so impatient, brat, even my poor people dare to move?"

"Do you know what will happen to someone who offends the poor clan?"

The gloomy and cold voice continued to ring, reaching Yang Chen's ears.

But when they heard what they said, Yang Chen's expression didn't show the slightest fear. On the contrary, the anger in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

Even the hand holding the Dragon Erosion Sword couldn't help but use force, and there was a creaking sound between the sword and the palm, as if it would crush the sword at any time.

Not far away at this moment, the huge unicorn lying on the ground dying, and the blood constantly leaking out of him...For Yang Chen, it was like a sharp needle, deeply pierced Yang Chen couldn't breathe because of his heart.

"Hoo...Hoo..."

Yang Chen was panting violently, his eyes turned red at this moment, because of the **** eyes of the beast, exuding a cold chill.

The surrounding air suddenly solidified under the stimulation of this powerful breath.

With Yang Chen's feet as the center, a layer of ice crystals suddenly formed on the ground, and the coldness filled the people, making the Qiongqi tribe tremble.

"This kid...what's going on?"

"Why is something wrong?"

This sudden and powerful killing intent made the people of the Qiongqi tribe a little scalp numb. For some reason, there was a kind of fear in their hearts for no reason?

As if standing in front of them at this moment, it was not a small land fairy, but suddenly turned into a peerless might?