Demon Becoming the Lord

Huo Duyun might be suspicious of Mogao’s words, but this son’s transmission completely angered Huo Duyun. As the son of Beiming’s second largest pyrotechnic area, Huo Duyun has a high reputation in Beiming, second only to Under Mo Han, the first son of Beiming. However, Mo Han had always kept a low profile and didn't play with this group of young masters, so the prestige in Beiming was not as high as Huo Duyun. Now Xiao Lang named Dao surname to step on him? How can you endure this tone?

Xiao Lang also found that things were getting more and more troublesome!

He flew over that area and flew for a short period of time. A large area appeared in front of him. He carefully detoured and walked through the inner sea next to him. The result was only half an hour before the road was blocked again.

Here is another son, this time with ten emperor strong, the most important is that there are three emperor peaks! The son seems to have been waiting here long ago. This made him very surprised. Could it be that the people of Beiming knew his whereabouts? Or is someone deliberately targeting themselves?

"You are Xiao Lang who wants all the sons of Beiming to step on? The son of Shan Xiao, who is in the wilderness of the mountain, came here today for you to step on. Come on, son of Xiao! Let this son see your people in Tianzhou What a cow fork!"

The young man said with a smile, making Xiao Lang's heart sink completely. Sure enough, someone was targeting him, and he had already made it clear that he would come to work and leave after finishing the work, but he was blocked again at this moment? Still saying that he wants to step on all the sons of Beiming

Xiao Lang?

Since people know that they are Xiao Lang? Why do you want to make a provocation? Don't they know that the Mistral Palace will protect itself for ten years? Or do they rely on the fascinating shrine to guard them, without fear at all?

Xiao Lang was confused, but he became more cautious. He told himself to be patient. He was here to beg the Mistral Palace to do things, not to make trouble.

just--

Just when he hesitated, the other party had already started!

Ten powerful emperors left a strong peak to protect Young Master Nashan Xiao, and the other nine turned into nine afterimages to securely surround him, and at the same time sent out a spirit power attack.

"Huh? The heavenly attack of this celebrity emperor peak powerhouse is so weird!"

Xiao Lang didn't dare to think about it anymore, even if he didn't go to war, he would flee. But just as he was about to control the supreme chariot to rush out of the encircling circle, a strong man from the top of the emperor took a big handprint from a high altitude. The big handprint actually rotated in the air, driving the surrounding airflow to rotate, and finally formed a tornado. The supreme chariot actually...spinned in the air.

"The wind roars into the sky?"

The cold light in Xiao Lang's eyes was a little bit, trying his best to control the chariot to break through, but the surrounding space felt like the sky was spinning, and there was no direction at all. Only under the control of that big palm, keep spinning inside! This wind roars into the sky and it is extremely magical!

"Shoo!"

The other eight emperor and powerful men all issued soul power attacks, shooting out of the tornado, and constantly colliding with Xiao Lang's chariot shield, and the energy of the shield's gleaming light was rapidly consumed.

"This Fenghoutiandao actually has such a magical control power. If you don't want to escape, will it become a living target, waiting to die?"

Xiao Lang quickly thought of a way while taking out the profound stone to supplement energy. He kept controlling the chariot to attack everywhere, only to find that he could not escape the wind roar.

The eight powerful emperors continuously fired spirit power attacks, and their spirit power attacks entered into Fenghou. Actually, they did not affect Fenghou. Instead, they took the initiative to look for the chariot to hit. Obviously, this group of people have been cooperating for a long time and are good at fighting together.

"Haha, the first genius of Tianzhou in ten thousand years is not so good? This strength still wants to beat all the sons of Beiming? Obediently kneel down and beg for mercy, break his leg, and this son will kill you!"

Young Master Shan Xiao's frantic laughter sounded, making the coldness in Xiao Lang's eyes even colder. At that moment, he had an impulse to directly take out the Ruthless Sword, swept it out and cut these people in the middle.

Let him break his leg?

Can the middle leg be broken? That's every man's closest friend.

In the end, he still forcibly endured it, and Bei Ming was no better than Tianzhou. After a round of attacks fell, Xiao Lang suddenly put away the Tianji chariot, surrounded by inexplicable energy with his hands, and suddenly tore away into the air.

He was going to tear the space directly and fly across the void.

"Humph!"

A faint cold snort sounded, and the airflow around the sky suddenly became turbulent, all kinds of strong winds whirled back and forth, a strange sound sounded, making Xiao Lang's head burst at this moment, painful.

"call out!"

The eight powerful emperors attacked again, but this time the attack was less powerful. They didn't plan to kill Xiao Lang, but wanted to teach him some lessons.

"Malle Gobi... This Wind Roaring Heaven actually attacks with soul!"

Xiao Lang was sober quickly, but how fast did the strong attack? By the time he reacted, eight spirit power attacks had come, and he had no time to take out the Supreme Chariot's defense, so he could only forcefully resist with a powerful physical body.

"boom!"

Although the eight powerful emperors have weakened their attack power, they still exploded Xiao Lang's whole body to blood and blood, especially the back bones were exposed, and many ribs were shattered and internal organs were damaged. If not for him, it would be enough. Strong, absolutely torn apart at this moment.

"Om!"

Enduring the pain of tearing his whole body, Xiao Lang quickly took out the chariot, rolled in, and then immediately released Cao Teng for treatment.

"Hahaha, this strength is embarrassing for running in Beiming? So, my son is in a good mood today, and I don't want you to be in the middle of my legs. As long as you kneel down and shout grandpa three times, then get out of Beiming, and my son will let you go. How about a way of life?"

Young Master Shan Xiao's wanton laughter sounded again. Those human emperors were not attacking, but Feng Rootian still trapped Xiao Lang's chariot inside and couldn't escape!

There was blood on Xiao Lang's face, and the strength to move his whole body was gone. After suffering such a serious injury, it would take some time for Cao Teng to heal well. He was too lazy to speak, his eyes closed slightly, but the blue veins on his face burst out, and it was obvious that his heart was already angry.

He has always been an impulsive person, and also a person with a demon-like spirit. Under the influence of the ruthless sword, his heart is no longer as soft as before. Therefore, in the sea of ​​ice and snow, he killed tens of thousands of pirates without any waves in his heart.

He rarely kills innocent people, but this group of people in front of him seems to be dead?

Since there is a pig's head being used by others, it is ready to die.

So when Young Master Shan Xiao shouted again, "One last question, don't you kneel?" Xiao Lang's body did not fully recover, but he opened his eyes furiously. The ruthless sword in his hand appeared abruptly and he put away the Tianji chariot. They are all going to the sky to kill, and his eyes are like Wannian glaciers. He burst into a furious shout: "Kneel...you Gobi!"