The horse-faced young man shouted very suddenly.

The Blood Demon Palace was full of momentum and demon wolves who were about to take action were stunned.

"Shito? Shinto was seriously injured?"

The little wolf king was stunned, then his eyes followed the young man's pointing to the horse's face and saw Yun Chen.

A terrifying light flashed through his one-eye.

"Not bad! It's really Shinto! And the injury is so serious that even the Shinto pressure on the body cannot be revealed. If you hadn't pointed it out, I would have almost noticed it! Haha...haha..."

After the little wolf king came to his senses, he immediately laughed to the sky.

What an opportunity!

This is a great opportunity!

Originally, there was a huge gap between the realm of God and the way of God.

Even if a strong man in the Shintoshi is injured, he is not comparable to a person in the Shendi Realm.

However, Yun Chen's injuries were too serious. If you just take a look, you can see the feeling of weakness.

This is obviously because even the foundation of Shinto has been damaged.

Such a god may have a lot of strength, even one-tenth of it at its peak.

The dozens of demon wolves around the little wolf king also lit up their eyes.

"Junior Brother Liu! How can you?" Qin Yue looked at the young man with horse face in shock and angrily.

However, this time the young man on horse face did not show weakness, but glared back viciously, "Sister Qin Yue, when is it now? Can't you tell the situation clearly? If you push this person out, the little wolf king and the others must have to do their best to deal with him so that we have a chance to escape."

Qin Yue was silent.

At this time, the dozens of demon wolves in the Blood Demon Palace were already roaring together.

"Design the formation! Never let this person escape! This opportunity is once a lifetime. After absorbing the essence of this person's Shinto, I might be able to achieve Shinto directly!" The little wolf king whistled.

"Senior brother, don't worry, our fight-turning Tianlang formation was created by the Master of the Ninth Palace. It has the effect of imprisoning the void and preventing the masters of the divine way to tear the space and escape. He will definitely not be able to leave!"

Dozens of demon wolf bodies flew, forming a powerful formation.

When the little wolf king saw this scene, he felt relieved, but his one-eyed eyes were still flashing with blood, staring at Yun Chen.

"I meet me today and you are unlucky. If you don't want to say anything else, I will surrender myself. I'll give you some fun, otherwise..." The little wolf king's words exuded confidence in controlling the overall situation.

While speaking, he had already activated the Rakshasa cloud to shrink, preparing to take a thunderous blow.

Even Shinto, which suffered severe damage, he also attached great importance to it.

But just as he was halfway through his words, Yun Chen flicked his finger lightly.

puff!

A crystal silk that is hundreds of times thinner than hair flashed in the void.

The next moment, the demon wolves that formed the formation froze one after another.

Every finger of the demon wolf's forehead was penetrated by crystal silk.

The Douzhuan Tianlang Formation could not stop this crystal silk at all.

The extremely hard body of the demon wolf hangs like tofu.

The crystal silk continued to extend, and in an instant, all the demon wolves penetrated through it.

And the other end of the crystal silk was pinched in Yun Chen's hand.

With a gentle pull, dozens of demon wolves at the eighth and nineth level of the God Realm instantly dried up and turned into skinny and bone-like corpses.

And what's even more terrifying is that the fur luster on these wolf corpses quickly faded.

Click!

With a crisp sound, all the demon wolf mummies instantly disintegrated into ashes.

The entire field immediately fell into a dead silence.

Qin Yue widened her eyes and was stunned.

The young man with a horse face was stupid.

The other Xuanyu Sect disciples were also stunned.

The little wolf king even opened his mouth even more like a hippo, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"By the way, what did you say just now? Let me surrender and give me some fun, otherwise what would happen?" Yun Chen turned his head and looked at the little wolf king.

The crystal silk that was thinner than his hair kept wandering around his fingertips.

It was like a little snake, with the tip aimed at the little wolf king.

"I, I..."

The little wolf king's body shook even more like a sieve, and it was completely inferior to the domineering spirit of hunting blood and feeding for nourishment before.

He really couldn't figure it out. Yun Chen was so seriously injured. Even he could feel the appearance of weakness clearly. How could he still have such terrible strength!!

If you are not injured, how strong would it be?

"Sir, this is a misunderstanding. I, I am from the Ninth Palace of the Blood Demon Palace..." The little wolf king spoke tremblingly.

But after saying only half a sentence, Yun Chen interrupted:

"I don't need to register for the origin, and I can't understand it even after registering. And I fully understand your behavior of taking blood-tonifying food. Because... I also need to take blood-tonifying food." Yun Chen said quietly.

When the little wolf king thought of the many demon wolves who had just been sucked into the essence and disintegrated into ashes, a chill surged in his heart.

"Rakshasa Cloud! Explode!"

Without thinking, he suddenly retreated.

At the same time, he also made a seal technique to detonate this Shinto weapon.

Although this loss is huge, what is it compared to serving oneself?

He has already estimated it.

This is the only chance he could have!

However, something that scared him happened.

His detonating seal technique was completely useless. The weapon of Rakshasa Yun seemed to have lost all his reactions to him.

Before he could analyze the reason, his eyebrows stinged, and then his consciousness became completely dark.

Swish!

The Immortal Silk is about to be closed at once, and the little wolf king with fierce flames has collapsed into ashes like the previous demon wolves.

"Tsk tsk, too weak, or too weak."

Yun Chen sighed softly.

He swallowed dozens of demon wolves at the eighth and ninth level of the God-Transporting Realm in a row. He can't say that he has no nourishment, but only not much.

The divine weapon Rakshasa cloud narrowed and condensed in Yun Chen's palm.

As his palms were exerted, the lowest-level divine weapon made a dull sound, and a wisp of essence was drawn out and sucked away by Yun Chen.

Finally, the Rakshasa cloud completely disappeared and turned into a smoke and dissipated.

"Plop!"

The young man with horse-faced face behind Yun Chen seemed to have woken up from the shock just now and was so scared that he knelt on the ground.

The other Xuanyu Sect disciples, whether they were guilty or fearful, all of them knelt down one after another.

"Sir, please spare my life! I was speechless just now and was confused. Please spare my life." The young man with horse face was so scared that his face was pale and trembled.

The others weren't much better either.

No one expected that in their eyes, the incomparable little wolf king would be pinned to death by the existence in front of them like an ant.

I remembered that I wanted to plot the essence of the other party’s Shinto not long ago, and the group of people shuddered.

"Young Master Yun, you..." Qin Yue was also stunned.

Yun Chen glanced at the young man on horse face and others. The immortal silk condensed in his hands jumped a few times, but it still didn't eject.

One reason is that the essence of these people is too low, which is much worse than that of the little wolf king and the others.
Chapter completed!