The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 780: You are not worthy

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"Where is this...?"

As night fell, a blood-stained figure slowly climbed up from a patch of weeds, surrounded by unpleasant stench and blood, which made him cough up and vomit some debris from time to time.

The cold moonlight shone lightly, reflecting his weak face, but it was Zhao Dezhu.

He patted his head fiercely, Zhao Dezhu groaned for a long while, thinking carefully, and finally remembered that he was ordered by the teacher to come to punish Zhuo Fan, the demon. But this Zhuo Fan was so powerful that a group of people couldn't take him. In the end, his powerful Red Dragon King flicked his tail and immediately shook many people to death. He was behind him. Although he was not dead, he was also stunned. It is only now. wake up.

It's just that he still doesn't know if Zhuo Fan has been killed now!

Slowly raising his head, Zhao Dezhu looked at the moonlight above his head and sighed unconsciously: "Oh, it's already late at night, I think that kid has been taken down, but I don't know how damaged my sect is?" /

Thinking about this, God seemed to be trying to answer his question, the cold moonlight faintly shed, and gradually illuminated his surroundings, but there were corpses all over the floor, blood flowing into rivers.

The place where he was just now is in a river of blood...

"This...so much damage..." Eye pupils couldn't help but shrink, Zhao Dezhu looked around, and there were hundreds of corpses everywhere in his boundary, some even severed hands and feet, not everything. The dead body is terrible, and there is no possibility of turning around!

The body couldn't help shaking, Zhao Dezhu was completely stunned, muttering to himself: "What to do, what to do...I can't bear the responsibility for such a big injury..."

Boom!

However, before his voice fell, a loud noise sounded again not far away, and the strong wind blew through, making his face hurt.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dezhu hurriedly stepped on his feet and flew there in a hurry. After a while, he saw the flames blazing into the sky and killing sounds everywhere.

Heaven and Earth Justice Sect also has a hundred imaginary cultivators, who gathered there panting, staring at the person in front of them, with both shock and fear in their eyes, but more deep hatred and endless horror. .

Before the crowd, it was the three elders. At this time, their beards trembled, their clothes shattered, and the spiritual soldiers in their hands trembled slightly, groaning, whether they were timid or fighting.

"No...no, haven't you taken him down yet?"

The eyelids trembled, and Zhao Dezhu was panicked. He took a quick step, flew forward, squeezed through the crowd, and finally came to the forefront. But the scene that greeted his eyes made him horrified, and an invisible anger rose immediately.

At this moment, in front of everyone, there is still the giant dragon. Although it is already broken, its scales are shattered, and its aura is exposed, it seems that the soul will be broken in the next moment, but now that The dragon still had its tail sideways, looking at everyone menacingly, the firmness in his eyes, like Zhuo Fan, not afraid of life and death!

In front of it, stood a **** man, holding a magic sword, disheveled his head, his face was bloody, his pupils exuded a faint light of death, and his face was expressionless. There were one hundred and eight blood holes on his body, and he kept lying on the outside with blood, and even near some blood holes, the blood had dried up. But even so, the man stood upright, his eyes fixed on the movement of everyone in front of him, although his divine light was no longer visible in his pupils!

Slap!

With a soft sound, an elder moved his steps slightly, and the man immediately shook his body like a conditional launch. The sword in his hand was pointed at him, and he hurriedly retracted back in shock.

The brow furrowed deeply, and the elder looked at the others and said with difficulty: "Is this Zhuo Fan really a human? We have destroyed his body like this, and the internal organs should have been shattered long ago. , But he still beheaded one of our elders. By this time, three or four hundred imaginary cultivators and five soul-melting elders had died in his hands, but he had suffered severe damage even with the soul and body. It’s hard to imagine that he can really live now. Is it true that he will die when his soul is destroyed?"

"Yeah, this kid is so difficult, is he really a god?"

She couldn't help but twitching, the other elder gasped heavily, and his whole body was bloody, staring at Zhuo Fan's place, and said with a grimace: "But we are going to break his spirit again. , It is estimated that we have to plan for the annihilation of the entire army. Don’t look at him now dying, but the old man can feel that this guy is an undead zombie, we want him to die, we have to pay a great price. Alas, I thought this mission was a leisurely errand, but I didn't expect it to be so tricky!"

When the other two heard it, they nodded again and again, expressing agreement: "Yes!"

"What?"

However, the three of them were discussing, but there was a loud shout, and everyone was taken aback and turned around to look, but they saw that they didn’t know when, Zhao Dezhu looked dumbfounded and walked towards the three of them staggeringly. Muttered in his mouth: "Three elders, what are you talking about? How much is our loss this time? Four hundred virtual worlds, and five soul-melting elders?"

The brows trembled, and the three of them looked at each other, sighing, and nodding slightly.

The body shook suddenly, Zhao Dezhu stiffened, turned around and looked at Zhuo Fan, who had no light in his eyes. After taking a few breaths, he shouted angrily: "Zhuo Fan , Why are you still alive? Do you know that this mission is for me to petition the sect, and the result is such a big loss, how do you let me explain to the sect?"

Zhao Dezhu's roar sounded in everyone's ears, but Zhuo Fan, as if he hadn't heard it, just stood there, with a cold light in his eyes.

"The five hundred transforming virtual powers and eight elders were dispatched, but here they fought with a cultivator who was not able to transform the virtual realm for a day and a night. They still lost most of their troops, even the elders. Five losers!"

Zhao Dezhu seems to have been hit by this fact to his fragile mind, a little out of control, and screamed madly: "The five hundred combat power of the Heaven and Earth Justice Sect is stopped here by you alone. You can't move a single step, day and night. Zhuo Fan, who are you, why don't you die? Lao Tzu's future, and Lao Tzu's wealth and life will all be destroyed in your hands!"

There was no answer, Zhuo Fan just stood there firmly.

Everyone looked at it coldly. From time to time, someone pondered for a while, looked at Zhao Dezhu and reminded: "Brother, you are wrong, not one day and one night, but three days and three nights!"

"What?"

Can't help but shake, Zhao Dezhu immediately sat down on the ground, completely shocked: "I was in a coma for three days and three nights? This kid stopped you for three days and three nights?"

The cheeks turned red, and the three remaining elders lowered their heads with shame. With so many people, three days and three nights couldn't get a kid who couldn't transform the virtual realm, and he really lost his old face!

But at this moment, Zhuo Fan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly let out a stiff chuckle: "Hehehe... so it's been three days and three nights. Then you should chase I can't get her..."

As soon as the voice fell, but there was a thump, Zhuo Fan carried the magic sword and fell down. The huge dragon soul also closed his eyes slightly, and slowly disappeared.

Only the long sword slammed into Zhuo Fan's body and disappeared!

Can't help but startled, everyone looks at me, I look at you, it's all unclear. Why did this man who no one could knock down in three days and three nights fell down in an instant?

Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but was stunned. At this moment, an elder came to Zhuo Fan and probed his body. He nodded clearly, and sighed: "So, he is already dead! "

"What, he is dead?" Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but exclaimed: "But he just returned..."

Shook his head helplessly, and the elder faintly said: "That was his breath. In order to stop us from catching up with the women, with this breath, he stayed with us for three days and three nights. Facts On the previous page, his body is probably dead long ago, and only a breath of spirit remains."

"It's no wonder that there are 108 wounds on his body, all fatal, but he still stands upright until now. It turns out that he is already a walking dead!"

Taking a deep breath, another elder stared at Zhuo Fan's body and nodded slightly: "When the ordinary human body is destroyed, the soul will be separated, and the physical body can no longer be used. But with a single breath, he will The physical body has been used to the present, and its will is so powerful that it is simply criticized. Therefore, although it is a magic way, it is really a hero!"

"It's more than incredible, it's just a monster!"

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the third elder slowly stepped forward, looking at Zhuo Fan on the ground, with naked killing intent in his eyes: "Don’t forget, he is suffering from a heavy trauma while It took us three days and three nights to control this walking corpse. Even a heroic character can control the body with a sigh of breath. Who has ever seen his own soul and corpse controlled together? Such a character , If it survives, it would be too dangerous!"

Unconsciously, the three elders looked at each other in awe, and they all nodded slightly, then their eyes flashed, and they said in unison: "Kill!"

As soon as the voice fell, the three raised their arms and slammed straight at Zhuo Fan's body, who could no longer move. They are soul-melting masters. This drop immediately penetrated the flesh and wiped out the last trace of the soul that was temporarily parasitic in the corpse in one fell swoop!

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, but a golden light flashed in front of the three of them. Under three loud bangs, the three of them were kicked and flew out. They waited to stop. When he looked forward, he saw that he was a young man in a golden cloak.

"Leaf scales, why are you?"

The pupils couldn't help but shrink, Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but pale in shock, exclaimed.

He didn't even look at him. Ye Lin just bowed his head and took a deep look at Zhuo Fan underground, then slowly leaned over and carried him on his shoulders.

When the three elders saw them, they couldn't help but yelled: "What are you going to do, put people down!"

"Huh, do you want to kill him?"

Unconsciously chuckled, Ye Lin curled his lips with disdain, looked at the three of them, showing contempt: "You... are not worthy!"