Hundreds of Yin corpses in Qiaojia Castle formed a huge formation and surrounded the group. This is no matter what good or evil, the difference between the barbarians, they barely responded to each other. From time to time, there were shamans with weaker magic power. The demon was caught by the Yin corpse and dragged it into the formation to make countless flesh and blood eat. They looked at Qiao Si, who was nine feet tall behind the Yin corpse, covered with flesh scales, green face and fangs, like a yaksha.

The fourteenth Beile shouted, "Qiao Si, do you really dare to kill me? You must know that your whole family's life is in the hands of my Dajin. If you kill me, the Buddhas in the tribe will never let you go! If you surrender to Dajin and help me with such skills, you will definitely protect your whole family's wealth. Even if you want to eat people, there are countless Han people under my king's house that can give you. As long as you don't hurt my own tribe, how much blood and food do you want on the battlefield of the Ming Dynasty?"

But Qiao Si sneered: "My whole family has been eaten by myself, so what else can you do? I am tired of being a dog. Now I want to be the best man. After I refine the blood evil spirit of the Flame Sun and not be afraid of the true fire of the sun, I can lead me and others to rush around in the daytime. This world of tomorrow will turn into my corpse country!"

"Will it be your Jurchen slave turn to speak? Then I will take your head as my chamber pot!"

Fourteen Bell struggled and said, "You are delusional! Qiao Si, don't think that if you have just some evil magic powers, you can do your best. You can do whatever you want. You can do the world. You must know that countless Buddhas in our clan have great magic powers, and they will kill you like slaughtering chickens."

Qiao Si just sneered. He suddenly raised the statue of the white bone god and stroked it obsessively: "Do you think I don't know that there are countless experts in this world? But I have the wonderful appearance of the extraterritorial demons given to me by the Great Free Emperor. As long as I sacrifice the demon golem, I can be given countless powerful magic, and even control the powerful demons in the outside world."

"They have even had blood in gods and Buddhas, and have chewed and eaten Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. As long as I turn this world into the demon realm, I can become the master of the demon. How can a mere minor cultivator on earth stop me?"

With his crazy laughter, the white bone golem was made of the sound of the demon, countless naked heavenly women, hideous demons, acted as wrath, joy, fear, and compassion, surrounded by thirty-six heavenly demons and seventy-two hideous demons. Above them, there was a shadow of infinite terror and infinite karma, and even gods and Buddhas were crying at his feet.

Everyone knew that this might be the Great Free Demon King. Even if it was just a little shadow, it would not make people have any idea of ​​resistance. Any failure in those golems could kill them millions of times. It seemed that as long as a little breath was leaked, they could be crushed into dust.

Master Luo cried and said, "Demonic Tribulation! Friends of Daoism, this is a real demonic tribulation! A great disaster that has never been seen in this world..." He calculated while vomiting blood and said, "That Qiao Si is not scaring us. I have been trying to calculate to the point of being inspired. If we cannot get rid of this demon today, the land of the Middle Earth, and even the earth, will flow blood and become hell!"

Qiao Si laughed wildly, begging for some blessing from the demons in the four directions. The demon's power suddenly increased by three points, forcing everyone to live and die.

Even Wang Ming was shouting in the sea of ​​consciousness and said, "Boy of Creation! Boy of Creation!"

The boy of fortune replied coldly: "Host, what are you doing?"

"What Qiao Si said is the truth? Are those demon shadows really the emperor of freedom? Is our world really going to encounter a great disaster? Why can you still be so calm at this time?"

The boy of fortune sneered: "It's just a demonic disaster in a vast world. I haven't seen any big scene with Tianqi Daojun. What's the harm that it's the Great Free Emperor? He destroys countless worlds every day, it's just an ordinary thing. Is it worth my concern? You practice honestly, and by the day when the demons come to the world, you will ascend to the end! Why bother to care about these things?"

Wang Ming said: "This is my hometown, the world where I was born, how can I not care about it?"

"Then you just wait! There are countless backstages in this world, and the emperor of Dali will not succeed!" Zaoluo said only this sentence and no longer answered Wang Ming's question.

As a little red light slowly penetrated from the sky and was swallowed by Qiao Si's mouth, his demon body gradually grew countless black scales, and the bone spurs on his head slowly turned into horns, beginning to change like demons in the demon shadows. The Yin corpses also transformed into their bodies one by one, giving birth to countless ferocious corpses. A large army of corpses slowly moved closer to the demon army.

This sobering scared everyone even more. Everyone knew that once Qiao Si completed the transformation and cultivated into a demon corpse, everyone present would die. The boy in yellow cried and shouted, "I don't want to die! I don't want to be eaten by the demon corpse!" He no longer cared about the front, crushed a talisman and turned into a yellow light and fled out.

In just a moment, the huge demon shadow formed by the corpse energy in the air was snatched into his hand, crushed and turned into countless flesh and blood.

Everyone was even more frightened. Countless factory halberds suddenly appeared in the hands of the Yin corpse, all transformed by demonic energy. They roared like everyone was hooked up. Several left-right people could not dodge and were hooked away by the long halberd. The Styx River, Wang Ming and Luo Daoren's commander Flying Sword, protected Luo Daoren's granddaughter, the barbarian monk and the most powerful left-right general, the fourteen bele.

Daoren Luo said sadly: "God, it's fine to let me die. Why did I, my little granddaughter, also been arrested?" He felt guilty and could not speak, and cried angrily: "Luo'er, Luo'er, grandfather shouldn't bring you here!"

The girl's eyes were filled with tears and she whimpered: "Luo'er doesn't blame her grandfather, I'm all here to follow me!"

Taoist Luo turned to Wang Ming and said, "Fellow Taoist, I stopped you just now and refuted your face. Now you are not worried about your past grudges and come to help my grandparents and grandchildren. It is a great kindness... Today, I want to ask you something."

"Please tell me, father-in-law." When anxious, Wang Ming took time to comfort him.

"Please take my granddaughter to escape with me. I am willing to fight to the death to create opportunities for you! With the cultivation of the Yin God of my husband, I will fight for my life and turn my flesh and blood into divine thunder, which should be enough to open a gap. When this demon head transforms, the magic array covering the entire castle will be slow. At that time, I will open a passage for you and you will take her away!"

Wang Ming nodded and said, "Wang Ming will definitely live up to this life."

Just when the two sides reached an agreement, Qiao Si had swallowed the red aura, and suddenly his whole body swelled, his eyes turned red. The moment when Zhenren Luo was waiting for it seemed to appear, and everyone was accumulating their strength.

At this time, Qiao Si suddenly laughed: "You are waiting for this king to transform? Unfortunately, this king has completed its transformation! Haha! How can you mortals imagine the magic power of heaven?
Chapter completed!