Chapter 907

"Oh my god, what Brother Ming said is true!"

"So, we in the third test can achieve enlightenment as long as we find a god-transforming Happy and chop him to death with one sword?"

"The Ten Thousand Wood Ancestor and the Phoenix Fire Saint are already gg, so there is only one god-transforming boss left!"

"Brothers, don't let the super experience pack of Yan Mo Ancestor run away! If we fight him, we can achieve enlightenment!"

While all the players were shocked, the third test players were the most excited. After witnessing Guan Sandao's killing and proving his way, all the third test players immediately turned their attention to Yan Mo Ancestor.

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At this moment, every third test player looked at Yan Mo Ancestor with the same look as a big man who saw a sow's feet after a hundred years. That expression...

Yan Mo Ancestor felt a chill in an instant!

"Warriors of the Devil of Desire, the allies of the Yanhuang Sect have successfully solved us. I don't need to say anything else. One word: kill!" At this time, without the blockade of the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine, the Devil of Desire's 7 million troops, led by the seventh-level strongman Mo Pula, directly began to counterattack!

The fourth test players began to scramble for heads, while the first and second test masters focused on killing the masters of the seven realms coalition!

And the third test players, under the command of Zhuge Wolong, turned around and killed directly to the location of the Yan Mo Ancestor.

Many monks of the seven realms coalition along the way basically died on contact!

And at this time...

"Yan Mo Ancestor! It's your turn!" Qianshou me stood in the void, turned his eyes, and looked at Yan Mo Ancestor.

"Yan Mo Ancestor!!!" The seventh-level demon strongman Mo Pula also looked at Yan Mo Ancestor.

"Ancestor Yama?" The little chef was still thinking about how to cook the shredded flames of the Golden Crow, and he also looked at Ancestor Yama.

"Huh..." Ancestor Yama took a long breath, and then burst out with an amazing breath...

He turned around and ran away.

Beat him!

The three supreme masters of the Yanhuang Sect came together, and there was also the seventh-level demon clan strongman Mo Pula.

Ancestor Yama is not a happy man, is he going to stay here and die?

Wanmu and Huanghuo are dead, and he still wants to fight three alone?

Do you think the three supreme masters of the Yanhuang Sect are all useless?

How can he win?

So without saying anything, the Yama Patriarch crushed the boundary-breaking talisman, escaped from this low-level plane, and fled directly back to his own Yama Realm!

"There is still a chance!"

"There are still the demon child Mo Han and four seventh-level demon clan strongmen!"

"There are still four of them, the War God Temple Zhan Wu Zun!"

"The most important thing is that there is still the No. 9 Lord of the Black Clothes Divine Cult!

"Moreover, I still have that trump card, and that legendary senior is here! ! !

"With them, I still have a chance! ! ! "

While the Yama Patriarch fled back to the Yama Realm, he couldn't help but secretly thought of...death.

Chapter 1157: No. 9 vomiting blood

However, as soon as the Yama Patriarch ran away, the morale of the monks of the seven realms coalition completely collapsed!

On his side, there were originally eight great masters of the God Transformation Realm or the seventh-level Heavenly Demon!

But suddenly, the Yama Patriarch killed the Azure Dragon Clan elder Long Po and the four Azure Dragon Guards.

Even the monks of the coalition of the seven realms didn't understand why.

And now...

The Phoenix Fire Saint and the Ten Thousand Wood Ancestor joined forces, but they still lost to the two supremes of the Yanhuang Sect, the old Zhurma of the Thousand Hands and the me myth!

What was even more unexpected was that the Yanhuang Sect had a third supreme, the little master of the tongue, who cut the flames of the Sky Fire Golden Crow into shreds with one move!

Now that two great masters of the Transformation Realm have fallen, the Yanmo Ancestor has run away again.

What a hammer!

"Retreat quickly!"

"Escape, you must escape!"

"It's over, it's all over!"

The monks of the coalition of the seven realms were defeated like a "nine eight three" mountain collapse!

On the other hand, the players joined forces with the Desire Demon Legion to pursue. In a disadvantageous situation, most players may not be able to do it...

But in a favorable situation, chasing and beating the drowning dog to grab the head is really a show!

"Fuck, these three happies in the Spiritualization Realm, such a good ambush, you can still beat them into this, losers, really losers!" At this time, a figure was shaking with anger.

Seeing the players showing off one by one, showing off!

Seeing Qianshou me invincible, stepping on the giant divine soldier of the black iron wood, this figure was even more trembling with anger.

It was the beef noodle that had been hiding in the corner.

Beef noodle really vomited.

Damn it!

I worked hard to arrange such a wonderful plan!

The Devil Legion of Desire was trapped as bait!

Almost all the players were tricked into entering and ambushed!

In such an absolutely advantageous situation, the happies of Yan Mo Patriarch could be overturned!

This group of NPCs is really losers!

"Why did the Yama Patriarch want to kill the Azure Dragon Clan elder Longpo? Is Longpo a traitor? What did he do?" Beef Noodles' brain didn't react at this time, and he didn't figure out the problem at all. But now things have come to this point...

"Come here!" Beef Noodles quietly found the place where the Wanmu Patriarch died, and with a grab of his palm, a small gray walnut-like thing fell into the palm of Beef Noodles.

It was the heart of the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine!

Controlling this thing can control the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" In less than a moment, a scarred and extremely weak small gray vine emerged from the ground.

It was the last taproot of the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine.

The Wanmu Patriarch spent thousands of years to raise the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine to its infancy and grow nine taproots.

As a result, in this battle, the Immortal Ghost Demon Vine was almost killed by the giant god soldier of the Black Iron God Wood with one punch.

"Well, I'll find a place to study how to control this thing!" Beef Noodles thought about it. Although he lost the opportunity to show off, but...

It's not bad to get such a great Immortal Demon Vine!

So he waved his hand and took away the Immortal Demon Vine, and quietly yo-yoed.

At the same time.

Yama Realm.

Nine Halls!

Here, the nine elders of the Yanhuang Sect started a single-handed duel against the nine most powerful ones of the Zhuming Alliance!

_Yes_!

Don't ask, just go ahead, whoever is timid is a grandson!

In the first hall.

"Boom boom boom!" The War God Hall's War Martial Venerable attacked fiercely and blasted the half-lost Bu Sao Kai directly to the ground.

"Haha, a loser with seventy-one magic marks, I don't know where the courage comes from, dare to fight with me!" The War God Hall's War Martial Venerable laughed, full of disdain.

"..." The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Bu Sao Kai Ju Ban lay on the ground, his body gradually crumbling.

"Crack!" Then the next moment, Bu Sao Kai Ju Ban slowly stood up.

After the broken shell on the outside of his body shattered, Bu Sao Kai Ju Ban's true body finally emerged!

"Hmm?" The War Martial Venerable vaguely felt something was wrong.

He had just fought for a long time, but only broke the opponent's shell?

"Who told you that I am not a showy person, I only have seventy magic marks?" Bu Sao Kai Ju Ban slowly stood up, and after the disguised shell shattered, the real body that emerged had seventy-five magic marks, shining!

"Seventy-five magic marks?" The War Martial Venerable's face sank, the other party actually had seventy-five magic marks?

What's going on?

This Bu Sao Kai Ju Ban, seven days ago, clearly only had seventy magic marks!

It has only been seven days, and he actually broke through the seventh level in one breath, and added a full four magic marks?

Is this fucking possible?

For a general seventh-level demon, it often takes thousands of years to add a magic mark, which is still considered fast!

There are many seventh-level demons who are stuck at the 72nd magic mark for their whole lives and then die!

But the Zhanwu Master soon calmed down.

Although the 75 magic marks are against the sky, I still have a slight advantage in cultivation!

If we really fight, I may not lose!

"What about the 75 magic marks? I will kill you with the next blow!" Zhanwu Master roared!

All the power of the Transformation Realm is wrapped around the body!

"Boom boom boom!" In a breath, the body of the Zhanwu Master is dazzling, like a diamond!

"Let me tell you, I don't need any external force at all! My body is one of the ten legendary holy bodies, the indestructible body of diamond! It is powerful and indestructible!"

"I have already achieved a minor success in my holy body! When my holy body is fully developed, I can step into the realm of distraction in one breath! From now on, I will be invincible in the three thousand realms!"

"You can't stop this punch!"

Zhan Wu Zun roared, without any fancy stuff, and directly burst out the power of the minor success holy body!

This is the minor success holy body that Zhan Wu Zun finally honed after draining all the cultivation resources of the incense world and the entire realm under his control, the indestructible body of diamond! This punch of the minor success of the holy body is so strong that even an ordinary seventh-level Wujia demon can't stand it!

"Boom!" The next moment, Zhan Wu Zun punched and easily hit the chest of Bu Sao, who lost half of the game at the beginning!

"Boom!" The terrible explosion and impact force almost shattered the entire hall!

However...

Zhanwu Zun was dumbfounded.

Bu Sao Kaiju Shuban took a full-strength blow from him head-on, and although his chest collapsed a little... but...

It didn't penetrate?

Not only did it not penetrate, Bu Sao Kaiju Shuban didn't even suffer much injury!

"Snap!" Bu Sao Kaiju Shuban grabbed Zhanwu Zun's wrist with his backhand, and easily crushed Zhanwu Zun's wrist!

"Ahhh!" Zhanwu Zun screamed, stepped back a few steps, and was horrified.

"This is impossible!"

"With seventy-five magic marks, it is impossible to have such a powerful force!"

"You, you, why do you have such a powerful force?"

Zhan Wu Zun was dumbfounded. .

Chapter 1158 Because, I spent another 1 billion Yan coins!

I remember it clearly.

Seven days ago, the Bu Sao in front of me lost half of the game and was beaten like a grandson by the Seventh-level Demon Iron Demon Clan, the Demon Tyrant with seventy-two magic marks.

In terms of strength, I am still above the Demon Tyrant!