Chapter 2985: Enmity with Death!

There are countless demons in the land of demon, and some fierce and cruel demons will kill other demons.

Not to mention other cruel demons, just when this great demon awakened, countless demon heads turned gray under a roar.

Fang Ya's father should also be nothing more than a humble demon. As a peerless demon, he is just no different from the ants.

Who would remember when and how an ant died.

Fang Ya, at this moment, was out of control, and desperately yelled at the big demon in front of her:

"You are the humble creature, it is you who killed my father and made him a demon. You return my father!"

Along with this yell of applause, Moshuo's mighty demon's face showed a anger. He really wanted to blast the humble ghost into slag.

It's too presumptuous!

"Stop it!" Then Shi Feng said coldly.

As he said these words, he struck out with one palm, hitting the back of the soul of Fangya.

"Eh!" Fang Yajiao was shocked, already consciously silent in Shi Feng's palm.

The next moment, Shi Feng quickly took the whole body and sucked into the space of the blood stone stele.

"This girl is really looking for death!" Shi Feng said.

In front of him was a supreme fiend. If it was really angry, no one could save her.

Even myself was just a bluff.

Now, knowing that Xiao Tian is not in the land of magic, and Fang Ya ’s father is dead, and staying here is no longer necessary.

Shi Feng just wanted to leave here quickly and away from this peerless demon.

"It's hard to stabilize this fiend now, we must control the sickle of death, don't act rashly, otherwise the consequences are hard to imagine!" Shi Feng and Ling Yefeng said.

"Tuer ... understand ..." Ling Yefeng replied weakly.

He already knew the situation at the moment and knew what to do.

However, although she wanted to leave quickly, Shi Feng knew that she could not show too much anxiety, so she might show her feet.

His face was so cold and arrogant that she had not retreated. Shi Feng looked up at the peerless demon and said, "How many years have you been trapped here?"

"A long time, I ... can't remember it at all!" Mo Shuo answered.

"Hmm!" Shi Feng nodded plainly, then said, "Now, there is still strength holding you back, can't you leave here?"

"Yes, young master!" When Shi Feng said this, he felt that the voice of the demon had cooled down instantly, and then said:

"Those guys, when I knew I was going to be resurrected, I joined the seal again, and I didn't know where to get the dragon statue of the town, and I was here!

Talking, fierceness appeared on the devil's face.

This demon is really extremely violent, moody, and extremely dangerous.

And the statue of the town demon dragon he said should be like the dark purple black dragon statue at the entrance of the demon land.

Unexpectedly, the statue was actually used to suppress this great demon.

But ... Why was the poison dragon dart figured out at that time?

What is that woman wearing a smiley mask doing?

But soon, Shi Feng thought of the old demon.

After he knew that the old man had entered the land of demon himself, Shi Feng believed that all of this should be related to the old devil.

"Yeah!" Shi Feng nodded cautiously to this magic, and said, "One day, I will think of a way to let you go out, follow me, and let our magic power cover the whole world!"

Although these words were spoken in his mouth, Shi Feng sighed in his heart. Fortunately, this guy was suppressed and couldn't get out.

If this guy brought his group of demons out of this land of demon, Tianheng continent, I am afraid that there will be a calamity.

Hearing Shi Feng's words, Mo Shuo revealed a smile on his violent face, and said to Shi Feng, "You, the master, have inherited the inheritance of the master, you must be able to!"

He really wanted to go out, and really didn't want to stay in such a ghost place anymore.

"Master, the sickle of death is completely quiet." At this time, Ling Yefeng quietly transmitted a message to Shi Feng again.

"Well, quietly put away the sickle, don't let another guy see again, lest another accident happen again." Shi Feng secretly rumored again.

"Well, good!" Ling Yefeng responded.

But at that moment, the demon suddenly said: "Young Master, why is the sickle of death here? What does this person have to do with death?"

Speaking of this, Mo Shuo turned his head to look at Ling Yefeng, and the demon face was cold again: "Cultivate the power of death's death? The expression of death?"

Speaking of which, he looked colder and tone, as if to freeze the space.

It seems that the hatred between him and the ancient death is deep.

"This is my disciple!" Shi Feng hurriedly said, "The **** of death in your mouth has long since passed, it has not existed in this world for a long time, and it has become a legend in the endless years.

This death sickle was obtained in the remains of a forbidden land, and he also obtained the messy martial arts idea of death. "

"Oh, is it?" Mo Shuo said, but his gaze was still staring at Ling Yefeng's scaly and scarred body.

"That **** **** of death, is it dead?" Mo Shuo asked Shi Feng again.

"No one knows where the death is, but I think it should be dead. Otherwise, his death sickle would not exist in the ruins." Shi Feng answered.

"Haha!" Hearing this sentence, the demon suddenly raised his hair and laughed: "Death sickle is the strongest artifact of his death, and since it is lost in the world, that **** guy may really be dead .

Hahaha! "

Feeling that the **** may be dead, the demon looks very happy.

However, Ling Yefeng was full of thoughts. Regarding his ancestor, he only knew the legends circulating in the world.

There are many, many legends about him!

Some people say that the **** of death has opened up a world of death with the utmost strength, and has been in charge of all deaths in the world.

Some people also say that the **** of death has entered the underground world, and after the death of the living beings in the world, they will enter the underground world and be controlled by the **** of death.

Some people even said that the **** of death was above all else, walking around the world, but the world did not know which one was him, but if he saw the bad guys doing evil, the **** of death would let death fall on him.

...

Anyway, there are various legends about death.

"Ancestor, has it really fallen?" Ling Yefeng said these words secretly in her heart.

"If the ancestors had not fallen, why did the Death Scythe leave the Forbidden Land? What is the relationship between the Forbidden Land and the Ancestors?"

"I once saw a chaotic battlefield from the remnants of my ancestors ..."

...

"Well, it is extremely likely to die!" Shi Feng sneered at Mo Shuo.

(End of this chapter)