"So, are you here to kill me?" Xu Zimo asked.

The words of the Immortal King were right.

The devil's temporary generation, that is already a matter of the ancient times.

And he became famous in ancient times, and the gap during this period can be imagined.

Many things have been overwhelmed by the dust of time.

The old man nodded with a smile.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a handful of sand from the ground.

This desert lacks everything except sand.

The coarse sand flowed in the palm of the palm, until at the end, only a grain of sand remained in the hands of the old man.

"If it's in that ancient demon's temporary generation.

Maybe I am in front of you, but as weak as a grain of sand.

But now your time has long passed.

Even the world has forgotten it.

The current you are to me, but just like this grain of sand. "

"You are wrong. Who can tell the story clearly?"

Xu Zimo replied calmly.

"You, you, isn't it okay to support you without the horizon?

Must come to mess with this muddy water. "

"My bone-buyer, if I bury the former Demon Lord, I will have no regrets," The Undead King shook his head.

"This is the purpose of my coming.

No grievances, but no regrets. "

"Will there be no regrets, I don't know.

But you must be unsafe at night," Xu Zimo patted his palms.

In the wind and sand that was originally flying in the sky, several devilish figures slowly walked out.

Among them are Baimeng, Seven-faced Demon General, Red Blade Bull Demon, and Canopy Demon Lord.

"Let me play with you a few incompetent fighters," Xu Zimo said.

"It seems that Saint Ancestor's guess is correct.

You can survive the hunt of the holy court over and over again, and there must be someone guarding the way by your side," the Undead Sage King said solemnly.

If it is a one-on-one magic general, he is not afraid.

It's a pity that four of them came at once, which was more serious than he thought.

"There are many things that Saint Ancestor doesn't know.

Don't always think that you can control this world.

It's not certain who the chess player is," Xu Zimo said.

The saint ancestor did not know that he had been in the Lost Lands and had obtained the inheritance of the previous Demon Lord.

Otherwise, the Immortal King would definitely not dare to come to him.

If he used this power, let alone the old man in front of him.

Even if the holy ancestor comes, it is not necessarily an opponent.

At the peak of the previous generation of demon masters, what was that existence?

The holy court is not in the eyes, invincible in the true sense of the world.

You can face the avenue directly and cut down on the existence of heaven.

Several people by Bymeng looked at the Saint King.

Just listen to Baimeng said with emotion: "It's amazing, I didn't expect you to take a new path."

"What a new road, it's just a dead end," Immortal King sighed, shaking his head.

"My path was so smooth that I ended up like this in the end."

He rose in ancient times.

At that time, there was no one in the world.

In a short world, he stepped into the realm of the Great Sage, and almost amazed the entire antiquity.

He claims to be a bone buried person, but wants to experience different opponents and finally perfect his avenue.

In ancient times, he was already a holy king.

I have always wanted to step into the realm of Tao fruit and open up the eleventh vein.

So after the ancient times, he was in retreat throughout the Middle Ages.

Even if the Middle Ages became history, he was still not born.

Unfortunately, the difficulty of getting through the eleventh vein is almost indescribable in words.

Eventually he gave up.

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Instead of hoping to open up the eleven veins, he started to perfect his own way of the holy king.

In the end, his strength became stronger and stronger.

Even stronger than many holy kings.

After he opened up the Holy King, he took a new path.

Unfortunately, the potential of this road is limited, and now he has come to the end of this road.

This means that he will not be able to cross Dao Guo in his entire life.

No matter how hard he evolves, he can't get stronger anymore.

Taking one more step is as difficult as climbing.

This is the price.

The price for him to become stronger by walking a dead end.

But Bymon and the others did not ridicule.

Instead, he said with emotion: "The road to Tao and fruit is indeed difficult.

We have been up and down for thousands of years, and finally wandered in front of the gate of the holy king. "

"But you stick to your Dao Heart and never give up entering Dao Fruit," The Undead Saint King was somewhat silent.

"And I gave up first by myself."

"Forget it, come today, just to bury the bones, not to talk about the old things."

"Then I will wait today, and I will challenge you for the Lord," Bymen said calmly.

The devilish qi of the sky has diffused out.

In the lonely desert, it may be the first time such a big battle has been encountered in millions of years.

The Undead King looked up, and he also started to get serious.

Behind him, wisps of flames were burning.

In the end, an undead phoenix creature was condensed.

"You are not a human race," Saint Zixia said in surprise.

"One of the Lower Eight Demon Race, Immortal Phoenix," Fairy Haoyue also frowned slightly.

They have naturally heard of the Sixteen Monster Race.

It's just that as the ruler of the monster clan, the members of the sixteen monster clan are not too many.

It rarely even appears in several other domains.

So even if the people of the world have heard of it, they may not actually have seen it.

"Don't dare to call the Monster Race, I am the Immortal King, I have nothing to do with other people," the Immortal King shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Saint Zixia couldn't entangle too much.

As the royal clan of the monster clan, the strength of the sixteen monster beasts is undoubtedly the most powerful.

On the contrary, Xu Zimo's expression became weird.

Since having the Demon Mirror, he has paid special attention to the affairs of the Sixteen Demon Races.

"Since it is an immortal phoenix, reincarnation and rebirth are innate and supernatural powers, so there is nothing weird about it."

The people of Bymon surrounded the Undead King.

The powerful devil qi is constantly gushing.

Covering the entire sky directly, this piece of heaven and earth seems to have become a magic domain.

The seven-faced demon blooms a seven-faced lotus.

The devilish energy of death entangled with murderous aura and struck him.

The right fist of the Undead King carries a strong flame of immortality.

Straight punched in the past.

The seven-faced lotus flower was directly shattered by a punch.

But then, the lotus flower's devilish energy burned on the fist of the Undead King like bone-eroding poison.

The Red Blade Bull Demon directly restores its body.

Like a bull demon standing above the ground.

Holding a giant axe, every step of the way down, a large footprint deep recessed appears on the ground.

He slashed.

The undead phoenix behind the Undead King screamed, and even the phantom was blurred.

As for Bymon, he and the Demon Venerable Canopy strike out together.

Two powerful demon qis strangled together like a torrent.

"If you come," the Undead King shouted.

He stepped into the air, and a giant wing that covered the sky and the sun appeared behind him.

The fiery red wings burned the entire sky.

The wings closed, wrapping his whole person inside.

Immediately, he was like a slowly rising sun.

The flame in it will never die.