"kill!"

"Kill and kill!"

This hunting team consists of eight legendary wind demons and a human genius from Qianyuan Immortal State. As soon as it explodes, the void was broken in an instant.

The terrifying momentum was completely beyond any big boss that the two of them had encountered before.

Especially Meng Yifeng, a genius of human race, saw that he had gone to the cloak at this time and his true body was revealed.

He turned out to be a young man with a pretty face, wearing a blue robe that looked like a Confucian scholar, wearing a silk scarf and an extremely ancient sword in his hand, just like a family in a mortal world.

But it was this aristocratic son who slashed out with his sword, and his power was so terrifying that he completely suppressed the other eight legendary Wind Demon Caps.

When Li Shaoyang opened his eyes, he was facing such a scene.

The void in front of me was torn apart by the sword energy.

The faint white sword energy seemed to be able to tear everything in front of him, and it came straight towards his head.

When we meet, we will be beheaded, which can be said to be very polite.

But I'm so kind, I want to let Li Shaoyang sacrifice his head.

Li Shaoyang only gave it to this.

"Go to your uncle!"

"snort!"

With a cold snorting, he made a decision directly.

If he was somewhere else, he would not have any good way to face such "attacks".

Moreover, judging from the number and strength of the opponent, it is obvious that no matter he or the Power Goddess, there will be no other end besides losing.

Especially the "members" in front of him, the true disciple of a large type of force, the thirty-nineth place on the Wensheng Tianjiao List.

Li Shaoyang knew just the sword in front of him that even if his body came, he would definitely not be his opponent.

The Ninth Heaven of Immortal Way!

The gap in combat power between each heaven is like a natural barrier and is almost insurmountable.

Unfortunately, they are unlucky.

It was teleported by the dark goddess Shar. You said it was not good to teleport to somewhere, but it was here, above the cute mysterious number.

This is not a delivery, what is it?

So at this moment, facing the extremely terrifying attack in front of him, neither Li Shaoyang nor Dali girl had any movement.

Li Shaoyang looked at the ancient long sword that was slashed over, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The pitying gaze seemed to look at a "mind-retarded".

"Um?"

When Li Shaoyang saw it, a look of hesitation appeared on Meng Yifeng's beautiful face.

However, it was soon replaced by the intention of killing, and a thought emerged from the bottom of my mind.

No wonder the elders of the master sect say that most of the Red Flame Demons in the abyss are mentally retarded, and they even use this kind of ridiculous method when they die. They are hopelessly stupid.

Li Shaoyang and Meng Yifeng both felt that the other party was mentally retarded.

So the question is?

Who is the real mental retardant?

Until the next moment, when the mysterious zombie trembled violently, the steel giant hand that surpassed all the rules fell from the sky without warning, and captured all the "intruders" including Meng Yifeng, the real answer was revealed.

When Meng Yifeng's body was caught by the giant steel hand, he subconsciously wanted to use his magical powers to destroy the giant hand and the train beneath him.

But with a "boom" sound and a very comfortable electric current, Meng Yifeng's body instantly became honest.

His terrifying cultivation level of the second level of the Immortal Dao Heaven magically lost its effect at this moment.

A cold and friendly voice came to his ears.

"Dear intruder, please come with me, and you have prepared a comfortable little black room for you."

"Please enjoy it and give you five-star reviews after use!"

boom!

When the words were finished, Meng Yifeng, a genius monk who was paying attention to Qianyuan Immortal Prefecture and had countless fanatical girls, was ruthlessly stuffed into a small black box.

Of course, the legendary Fengmo who had not succeeded in his career was the same as him.

Nine voices sounded in the control room of the Mystery.

Obviously, Meng Yifeng, including her, did not pass the judgment of the mysterious number.

This is not beyond Li Shaoyang's expectations. Although this sudden hunting team looks terrible, it is because of the effect of group siege. If the evaluation is performed separately, the eight legendary wind demons will be ruined.

One-to-one, whether it is Li Shaoyang or the Goddess of Power, they will be abused casually.

The only threatening Meng Yifeng, the human genius in the second level of the Immortal Dao, has a terrible combat power that surpasses Li Shaoyang's original body.

But even so, it will not exceed those five big bosses.

Although Li Shaoyang didn't know how to convert it, he would guess carefully that if an existence at the level of kings such as Frost White Dragon or Tyrant Dragon Gelin, if it is a human cultivator, it should at least be the third level of the Immortal Dao Heaven.

Since even Long Gelin and the others could not pass the Mysterious Number, Meng Yifeng certainly couldn't do it either.

So he was very ruthless and stuffed into the small dark room.

Yes, the dark room.

Compared to big bosses like Long Gelin, Li Shaoyang used the trap to enter the mysterious number.

Nominally, they are still guests.

Meng Yifeng and these eight legendary wind demons are both intruders.

Isn’t it natural to close the small dark room?

After locking them up, Li Shaoyang also discovered a "surprise" place.

The prompt sound of the mysterious number is like this.

"The intruder has been locked in a small dark room and is judging his strength."

"The judgment is over!"

"The intruder's plane level is extraordinary and does not exceed the reception limit of the Mystery."

"The intruder will be limited by the controller's time limit: two hours."

"After the time limit is over, the intruder will be automatically released and can be captured again."

That's right, the prompt sound has changed.

The limiting time not only extends an hour, but more importantly, they can continue to be captured.

When Li Shaoyang saw this brand new prompt sound, his eyes lit up.

The bad water in the stomach almost swayed instinctively.

Then, an extremely sinister thought came into his mind.

It was just at this moment that the whistle of the mysterious "Ulaula" sounded.

"The Mysterious Number has entered the gray-white plains of Station 3!"

"The controller please get off within ten breaths, otherwise the mysterious number will automatically go to the next stop."

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"eight!"

"Um?"

As soon as he entered the station, Li Shaoyang's eyes instantly fell on the vast plain in the countdown.

The plain that should have been gray and white has completely changed its color at this time.

There is a mess everywhere, just let’s forget it. This vast plain, centered on the destroyed blood clan castle, has turned snow-white and pitch-black on both sides.

Obviously, this is due to the raging of two giant dragons.

Frost and flames!

Together, it is incomparable to the name Li Shaoyang gave for this small theater, the Song of Ice and Fire.

The two giant dragons, which were already seriously injured, fought another fierce battle under the instinct. With almost no suspense, they entered a "dead" state together.

Just deep in the plain, the two giant dragons were still entangled.

The Frost White Dragon and the Tyrant Long Gelin embraced with great affection. Their dragon bodies were extremely incomplete, with all kinds of hideous and terrifying wounds everywhere, and the scorching and cold dragon blood was spread everywhere, almost sprinkling the plains ravaged by their dragon breath.

Even when they reached the dying stage, they still stretched their necks and bit each other's head tightly.
To be continued...