The demon clan has thorns, divided into 8 poles, with 8 schools, and 8 lieutenants, each of whom has 8 people, all of whom are tyrannical, but they can be well restrained and forbearing, and once they break out, they can instantly show their fangs and tear the prey to pieces.

"673 Captain, what to do now, the claws of the demon clan are very tight, and the brothers can't touch it at all. A black-clothed "thorn" spoke in a low voice, although his eyebrows were low, but it was difficult to hide the evil spirit.

673 Lieutenant, on behalf of this person is the 6th pole, 7th lieutenant, 3rd lieutenant, for the convenience of the title, everything is arranged like this, "Don't worry, the bird feathers of the demon clan are so cautious, it seems that the things here are not very simple." Sending a message to the 67 school officer, Lao Tzu felt that today was definitely not a trivial matter, and he was prepared. Show me the bright spots, stare at these bird feathers, and see what is going on here, if something goes wrong, you can go to the Judge Advocate General's Office to get the whip yourself. ”

The Demon Lieutenant smiled hideously, and the corners of his mouth showed cruelty. As a "thorn" from the wild road, this guy has always been accurate in his judgment, otherwise he would not dare to send information to Shangfeng at will to ask for support. You must know that this is the control area of the demon clan's war zone, and once there is a difference, it may cause serious consequences. But it is precisely in this situation that Dihe dares to make a move, and the group can know how confident he is in his heart.

The monks under his command had already understood the temper of the captain, and at this moment, their eyes couldn't help but light up, and their tongues licked the corners of their mouths to reveal hideousness.

The demon "thorn" has always been proud of death, this is some brainwashed outright madman, once he goes crazy, he can't care about anything.

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"How's it going?

"My lord, my subordinates have already inquired about this matter, and this is just a sudden incident, not a designed trap. A monk in green clothes spoke in a deep voice, with a worried look on his face, "Lord of the Realm, now that we have been ordered to go to the inside of the demon clan to intercept that thing, we have not received any news of meddling in this matter, there are other brothers guarding here, and the Lord should return to the clan war zone as soon as possible, so as not to reveal the news and the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

The "swallow" of the human race, divided into 9 realms, has jurisdiction over 9 divisions, and has 9 bureaus under each of the 9 divisions, with 9 people in each bureau, this ordinary man is called the master of the realm, and is obviously the leader of the nine realms of the human race.

Fu Ziqi frowned, years of experience told him that today's things are not simple, but as his subordinates said, this time this treasure in his hand is too precious, and there is absolutely no room for loss, thinking of this, he nodded slightly, and whispered a few words, that is, he wanted to lead several henchmen around him to retreat. But at this moment, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes showed a clear color, and his originally ordinary and plain face was a little more cold and solemn at this moment, which made people feel a chill seeping into the bone marrow in their hearts.

"I can't leave, send a message for help. "Fu Ziqi is a long-standing character, although he noticed something, but after frowning, his face still did not change, just this kind of state of mind cultivation that does not change in front of Mount Tai is not an ordinary person.

The eyes of several henchmen were cold, and their body strength instantly exuded a trace of murderous aura, but it was extremely obscure and extremely difficult to be detected, as a dancer in the dark night, no one would blatantly release their breath, otherwise they would kill themselves. This is the creed engraved in their bones, and it will not be forgotten even if it is discovered at this moment.

More than a dozen celebrity-hugging "swallows" gathered quietly like raccoon cats, guarding the realm lord, this is the rule of "swallows", once there is an accident, desperately escort Shangfeng away, because the higher the level of the monk falls into the hands of the enemy, the more secrets may be exposed.

"I don't know which of the demon clan's winged leaders made a personal move, so you might as well show up and see it. Fu Ziqi opened his mouth lightly, but his eyes became more and more cold as ice, like a cheetah with momentum, seemingly calm, but it could instantly erupt into a smack-smacking terrorist attack.

The voice spread faintly, and it immediately alarmed the monks on both sides of the demon feather and demon thorn in front of them, and their faces changed slightly at this moment, and they suddenly turned around.

"Hehe, it is worthy of being the protégé of the Terran Yan King**, the 7th Realm Lord really sensed Lin Min, this seat is just a little closer, I didn't expect it to be discovered by you. The chuckle came, gentle and simple, without the slightest ferocity and cruelty, but Fu Ziqi's face turned pale in an instant, and when he saw the monk who came out of the dark void, there was no more blood on his face, he pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from revealing a frightened look, swallowed his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "It turned out that the third master of Demon Feather was in person, and he lost this game unjustly." ”

Hearing the four words "Demon Feather Third" in the mouths of the adults, the surrounding human race "swallows" changed color at the same time, with their well-trained and calm mentality, they couldn't help but show a panicked look at this moment, which is enough to know the deterrent ability of these four words.

The half-new white pulp robe, I don't know how many times it has been washed, but it is still clean and tidy, worn on the slightly thin middle-aged man, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, if it weren't for the slightly narrow eyes revealing a little evil taste, this person looks more like a Confucian who has read more than 10,000 books, full of gentle and simple taste. But it was such a man who made Fu Ziqi bitter and had no idea of resisting, and made the surrounding "swallows" who looked at death as if they were at home terrified.

Just because his name is Demon Feather Third, he doesn't need much reason.

"Hand over that thing, this seat will let you get on the road safely, and you don't have to suffer from flesh and skin, otherwise you know my means, why do you need to make senseless resistance, and cause trouble for you and me. The third demon feather spoke slowly, still looking so breezy and calm.

Fu Ziqi licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes showed a look of struggle, then he smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "No matter what you say, I am the junior of the third adult, and it is not a shame to fold it in your hands today, but what you said is not credible as proven by countless facts over the years, so I still don't decide to hand over the things to you, so that it is much better to resist and die bravely than to be tortured to death, and the families of our brothers can also get more compensation." Although he opened his mouth with a bitter face, this guy's face was full of determination, and he was obviously also a master who recognized the south wall and did not look back.

The surrounding "swallows" heard that their eyes were slightly dim, but they did not become depressed, but burst out with an astonishing fierce aura, since they couldn't escape a death no matter what, it was better to vigorously fight him in exchange for more compensation from the clan, this was obviously the thought in their hearts.

A little appreciation flashed in Demon Yu's third eye, "Being able to seize the opportunity to boost morale in this situation, the 7th Realm Lord of 'Swallow' is really worthy of his name, and he is worthy of being a role valued by King Yan, but it's a pity, it's destined to be folded in the hands of this seat today." Although he was still smiling, the smile on the corner of his mouth had begun to turn cold, revealing a trace of hideous cruelty.

On a suspended continent on the extraterritorial battlefield, Fu Ziqi led his monks to wait for death with sad faces, facing the third demon feather, even if they all added up, it would not be enough for someone to crush with a little finger.

Fu Ziqi secretly regretted, he knew that he would die so soon, he shouldn't have listened to the old guy's words from the master, why didn't the little girl in the 3rd world throw herself into her arms last time and arch her ruthlessly, miscalculated, miscalculated!

Fu Ziqi was annoyed, but secretly he had already sent out a distress message with his hands and feet, and no one wanted to die if he had a little hope of living, right?

This did not escape the eyes of the third demon feather, but this high-level big man of the demon clan "feather" obviously had no intention of stopping him, even if the ancestor of the human race received the information, it would be too late to rush here. What's more, his demon clan is not without an ancestor in charge, he is not afraid at all, the more lively the fight, the better, only this opportunity can he unscrupulously catch people and try some of the tricks he has newly figured out. For example, the method of Gu worms, after suppressing the monk, the Gu worm is planted in the body, and after the drug is urged, this Gu worm will quickly break out of the shell and devour the monk's flesh and blood for a living. Because Gu worms are lazy and always like to eat one place and then go to another, so if they are unlucky and add some life-saving elixirs every once in a while, a monk can let Gu worms eat for up to 3 years. There is also peeling surgery, slowly and slowly peeling off the whole human skin with a knife, and then swallowing a raw skin pill, a blood-red piece of human body like a shrimp will quickly give birth to a second skin, and then continue to peel, layer by layer, in the end the monk has no flesh, only the last thin layer remains, you can clearly see the activity of the internal organs, and then gently knife down, the liver, intestines and stomach or something flow out, peel it skillfully, a person can peel off 139 skins...

Thinking about the idea he had worked so hard to create, Demon Yu's third eyes couldn't help but show a bit of heat, and he wanted to catch these little shrimps back quickly and try them, it must taste good.

But at this time, he suddenly frowned, turned to look at the dozen or so hurried lights, the first demon clan youth, handsome and sparse, thin crimson lips added a few different charms to him.

"Master Venerable, this time, please let the disciple take action and kill him. Yang Zhou had a smile on his face, exactly the same as the third demon feather, a little more green, but also a little more vicious.

As he spoke, he reached out and wiped the right side of his face, and there was a scar on his white and delicate skin, which was extremely hideous, like two saw blades together. This is the mark left to him by Fu Ziqi more than 100 years ago, and it is the fame explosion fangs file in his hand. Today he was going to get this account back little by little, and he slowly cut him off with his fangs.

Yang Zhou thought, a piercing smile on his face.

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[Today's first update, another chapter will be updated in the afternoon!]