I let you lick the schoolgirl, and you beat her to tears?

The old man took out a blue long sword from the space ring, and his body turned into a breeze to join the battle group.

The speed is so fast that only afterimages left in place can be seen.

The four-armed monsters fell to the ground one after another without warning, their heads flying away from their bodies.

In an instant, the advantage came to the old man's side.

Lin Du hid in the small mountain depression secretly speechless.

The two sides are not at the same level at all, no different from hungry wolves joining sheep.

After the death of a foreign race, the essence of flesh and blood will be lost rapidly, so the most and the most perfect essence of flesh and blood can be collected only by collecting it at the first time.

This should be the reason why the old man didn't make a move before.

The leader of the tribe panicked when he saw that his tribe was being slaughtered continuously.

He stopped those four-armed monsters who still wanted to go out to fight, and turned his head to look at the three incense sticks in the bronze altar, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

Moo soo me woohoo!
Woo!

The leader of the four-armed monster chanted complicated formulas, and the surrounding clansmen fell to their knees devoutly one by one.

The expression of the rising old man who was killing outside the tribe changed drastically.

"Oops!"

"Chisong, don't worry about the outside, go and destroy the bronze altar first!"

The middle-aged man was obviously also aware of the seriousness of the problem. He put aside the desperate four-armed monsters beside him, and turned his body into a golden light and shot it into the tribe.

The old man followed closely behind!
The scene is getting more and more complicated.

Lin Du jumped out of the small hill and hung far behind the old man.

The gloomy sky in the tribe did not know when it was stained with a layer of blood, and gusts of gloomy wind blew beside the bronze altar.

A large portion of the three incense sticks were burnt visible to the naked eye!

At this time, both the old man and the middle-aged man had arrived, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

"Brother, do we still have a chance?"

The old man stared at the burnt half of the incense, his face uncertain.

But only a moment later, he showed a ruthless expression.

"Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance, no matter whether you have the opportunity or not, you must try it!"

"Chisong, I'll cover you, hurry up and destroy the bronze altar!"

"Got it, big brother!"

The middle-aged man didn't talk nonsense, and rushed straight to the bronze altar according to the old man's instructions.

Countless four-armed monsters roared and rushed towards the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man didn't seem to see it, and only saw the bronze altar in his eyes.

At this time, the figure of the old man flashed and stood behind the middle-aged man. He was dressed in a black robe without wind, and his aura was extremely strong.

"Go to hell!"

The old man stomped hard, and a blue sky prison appeared out of thin air, covering the entire tribe of four-armed monsters.

"Wind Blade Prison!"

Countless wind blade vortices rise from the flat ground, sweeping away, cutting everything in the tribe.
Severed limbs, arms, heads, internal organs, and blood spilled all over the ground.

The four-armed monster howled all over the place.

The shadow of death hangs over the hearts of all four-armed monsters.

The leader of the four-armed monster still knelt on the ground piously. At this time, the three incense sticks had burned to the root
"Break me!"

The middle-aged man Chi Song finally rushed to the side of the bronze altar, stabbing down with his spear!

But the spear was frozen in front of the bronze altar, unable to advance an inch!

Blood and tears suddenly flowed from the eyes of the leader of the four-armed monster, and he recited the words of invitation to God in high spirits.

The ground suddenly shook violently, and a terrifying aura emerged from the body of the four-armed monster.

The old man's face changed in horror, as if he had seen something terrible.

"It's over, it's still a step too late!"

"Chisong, run!"

Chisong also realized the seriousness of the problem. He wanted to run, but found that his body was imprisoned by an inexplicable force.

Can't move an inch!

"Jie Jie!"

The leader of the four-armed monster grinned grimly, and his upper body suddenly exploded without warning.

boom!
Under the exploded body, eight thick black arms formed rapidly.

The body of the four-armed monster rose rapidly, and the king's pressure swept the audience!
The monstrous aura dyed the entire sky blood red.

"Eight-armed Heavenly Demon Saint!"

The old man looked at the eight arms on the leader of the four-armed monster and shouted.

He is desperate!

If the God of Invitation just invited the Six-Armed Earth Demon King, they might still have a chance!
But facing the eight-armed demon saint, they have lost the qualification to live!

It's just that he didn't understand, how did a four-armed monster leader of the third rank invite at least the eight-armed demon saint above the eighth rank?

This has completely violated the rules of asking God!
Chi Song's face was already pale at this time, and his body was trembling under the aura of the eight-armed demon saint!

This is the coercion from top creatures!
Lin Du also never expected that he would meet a legendary creature like the eight-armed demon saint after watching the excitement.

The eight-armed demon saint is one of the most powerful races outside the hundred royal families!

In the history of this family, there have also been throne monsters.

In front of him, the four-armed monster "Please God Fragrance" invited only the projection of the eight-armed Heavenly Demon Saint, but it is not something a fourth-level and a fifth-level supernatural being can contend with!

The dead end is basically doomed!

The scene in front of him made Lin Du feel a little embarrassed.

I really don't know whether to say good or bad about his fate.

At the beginning, in the low-level demon spirit world at No. 9987, I met the Zijin Ape Demon Emperor, the young throne demon.

Now, in the No. 6789 intermediate demon spirit world, I encountered a creature like the eight-armed demon saint again!

"Good fortune tricks people!"

In the tribe, the eight-armed demon saint walked towards Chisong holding a spear step by step.

Every time he took a step, the blood-colored sky would be two points darker, a scene of doomsday.

"Ants, all deserve to die!"

The eight-armed Heavenly Demon Sage suddenly uttered words, stretched out a hand to Chisong, and held it in the air.

boom!
Chisong turned into rain of blood without any suspense.

The old man's eyes were about to split open, and his fists were clenched a little white.

"Damn!"

He took out the long sword again, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"If you want to die, die together!"

"Tianjue Fengmang Sword!"

The old man's aura soared, and the long sword in his hand transformed into thousands of sword shadows and chopped towards the head of the eight-armed demon saint.

This blow brought together the supernatural power of the old man's whole body, as well as the remaining 30 years of life!
Regardless of success or failure, the old man will fall!
The air was split into streaks by the sword energy, and the terrifying sword shadow loomed in midair.

The eight-armed Heavenly Demon Sage had a playful expression on his face, and he let thousands of sword shadows prick his body without dodging or dodging.

The old man's eyes showed anticipation, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Ding!
Ding Ding Ding!
The sword shadow landed on the body of the eight-armed demon saint, leaving shallow white marks one by one, without causing any substantial damage!

The old man was really desperate this time!

He dropped the long sword in his hand and collapsed to the ground.

However, at this moment, the situation suddenly changed!