Ze Tian Ji Chapter 104: A special world between hands

In the Heavenly Fire flower, Demon Lord raised his head, and the night covering the face and landscape became extremely vivid.

The monument already came to him.

He glanced at Broken Stele.

Just a glance.

Broken Stele suddenly shrank more than ten times.

This picture is extremely magical, or weird.

Then he reached out.

He caught Broken Stele as soon as he reached out.

Broken Stele is harder to move an inch further.

It is more accurate to say that when his eyes fell and when his palms touched, the legendary Broken Stele would never go any further.

Because Broken Stele recognizes who he is.

Demon Lord looks at Hai Di said: "Sin barrier, how dare you use your weapon to attack you, and I don't know if you should be brave or stupid."

Hai Di's eyes burst with infinite fear, and at the same time, in the gap of his armor, countless fumes burst out.

The blast of smoke and dust was not caused by the power of his demon's body toward the heavens and the earth, but by a force.

While Demon Lord was talking, he held Broken Stele's hand and shook it 24,800 times.

As one of the strongest of Demon race, the strength of Hai Di is comparable to that of Jinshi, but it still cannot withstand such high frequency vibration.

When the stupid word was passed into his Sea of Consciousness, Hai Di's wrist bone with Broken Stele was broken into grit. Then, his arm bone was also broken, and then numerous cracks appeared on the scapula.

It's like cow bone or tortoise bone that has been roasted for a long time. The cracks are so mysterious and frightening.

The demon bone is broken, and the flesh is still intact. Only Hai Di can see the gravel, gravel and lines in the arm.

He knew he couldn't carry it anymore and had to find a way to escape.

More than ten strangely colored magic blood spattered from his shoulders, and thick arms like trees flew into the sky.

Hai Di broke his arm by himself, without hesitation, turned and ran.

Demon Lord waved his sleeves, which seemed very casual and chic, just like a Scholar who wrote a new poem after drinking.

In his sleeve is Broken Stele held by his hand.

With a slight wave of the sleeve, Broken Stele understates, but hits the back of Hai Di so unavoidably.

Kara sounded like a towering giant tree that had been eroded for countless years, and finally could not bear it, and collapsed from it.

Hai Di has an extremely exaggerated protrusion on his chest, like a mountain peak rising overnight on the fertile plain.

A unimaginable and magnificent force rages in his demon body, instantly displacing his viscera and cracking, even cracks appear on the magic core.

Hai Di can't withstand this great force, and becomes a paper kite, wandering towards Xuefeng in the distance.

looks at is getting closer and closer to Xuefeng. He was seriously injured, his vision was blurred, his consciousness was disordered, but he did not forget an important issue.

Why is this happening? What about Strategist?

He came tonight, knowing in advance that not all the owners who seek and kill Cinnabar Pill, so it is not too surprising to see Chen Changshen. Even after seeing His Majesty, who should have died, reappeared before him, he was shocked, but still hopeful.

For many years, Demon race already has formed a certain kind of psychological inertia, and Black Robe adults will certainly do nothing.

Hai Di thinks that since Strategist sent itself to come, it must have reached this point, of course, there will be arrangements.

So he dared to shoot at His Majesty the moment before.

He always thought other changes would happen.

However ... no.

The truth is like the Xuefeng getting closer and closer, so cold and hard.

At the last moment, Hai Di suddenly remembered the night two years ago.

On that night, he saw the deceased already who hadn't seen it for hundreds of years, more accurately, the former master.

Hai Di understood, closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

...

...

On the far side of the night sky, Hai Di has a mountain-like demon body, and already becomes a small black spot.

Compared to the truly majestic Snow Mountain, no matter whether it is human or magic, it seems so small.

The little black spot is submerged in the middle of Xuefeng, deep in the deep snow.

It didn't take long for the shape of that snow mountain to change drastically.

The black hole hit by Hai Di also disappeared, and no trace was found.

Demon race Military front commander just disappeared.

This event, which should have shaken the entire Continent, seemed so insignificant in this deep night.

Whether spectacular or tragic, no one sees it, no one cares.

Demon Lord didn't watch because he didn't care.

After he looked away from the strings, his first look was the Broken Stele, and his second look was the full Heavenly Fire flowers in the night sky.

Then he reached out his hand again.

This time, his hand reached through the full Heavenly Fire flower and reached the highest point of the night sky.

A Dragon Cry full of anger and unwillingness came from high altitude, and then came to an abrupt end.

The deep cold Dragon's Breath with countless snow frosts and Killing Intent disappeared.

The Profound Frost Dragon covering the night sky shrinks sharply, turning into a small black spot, and then waving towards the distant sky under the waving of the invisible giant hand.

The little black spot rubbed against the air, bringing out a dazzling light, looks at seemed like a shooting star, I do not know where it will eventually fall.

The deep cold Dragon's Breath disappears, and the Sky full of raining swords also lags behind. The two green stream of lights suddenly converge, and Nan Ke appears behind Demon Lord.

There are wounds all over her petite body, and the blood melts into her shirt, she can't see the original color.

After Demon Lord raised his hand, he stunned Hai Di and drove away Zhi Zhi, breaking the game.

The gap between the two sides is too big. Demon Lord doesn't need to make all-out shots. They can easily crush them just by their vision and realm.

It doesn't make any sense to shoot already for Nan Ke, Chen Changshen has called back all the swords.

The sound of breaking air sounded above the snow valley. In the whistling sound, thousands of famous swords returned, suspended in the air around him, vibrating slightly, and constantly buzzing.

In front of his looks at, he looks Grim, silent.

Whether it is the remnant fire in the lake garden, the fly ash, or the residual light falling from the night sky, it is cut into pieces by the sensible Sword Intent.

In the looks at scene, a look of appreciation appeared in the eyes of Demon Lord, saying: "No matter the intensity of Way of the Sword Cultivation, Divine Sense, or the number of True Essence, you are very good. Don't say that the current young generation is Chen Xuanba, Zhou Dufu, And when I ’m as big as you, I ’m not even stronger than you. ”

Obviously, in the eyes of Demon Lord, he and Zhou Dufu and Chen Xuanba are the strongest players in the millennium.

Unlike the perception of universal significance, he did not put Emperor Taizong in this rank.

Chen Changshen leans slightly, thank you for this appreciation.

The flames remaining in the lake garden illuminate his face. Although his expression was Grim, he was still so calm and could not see any confusion and fear.