"Zhou Shu."

Zhao Yueru touched Zhou Shu gently and whispered, "Why do I feel that there is a familiar aura on him?"

“I feel the same way.”

Zhou Shu sighed slightly, "How could he become a demon?"

Zhao Yueru was stunned, "Who has become the demon?"

"Old Zhu, Zhu Dashan."

Zhou Shu shook his head vigorously, "It must be him, but..."

The moment he saw this tall demon clan, Zhou Shu felt an extremely familiar aura, and a figure emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness, extremely clear.

It's definitely Zhu Dashan.

He didn't care about the troubles that might be caused by the use of the power of reincarnation. He let go of his power to detect it. He wanted to see clearly the true face of Lao Zhu. He deliberately covered up like him. However, what he saw was an extremely solid black shadow blocking in front of him, which turned out to be a magic barrier! This is something that only high-level demons could have, and there was no other race.

For a moment, I suddenly felt like I was missing.

He saved Qingque, who almost turned into a demon clan, but he didn't expect that there was Zhu Dashan here, and he couldn't save him even if he wanted to.

how so?

"No way?"

Zhao Yueru was shocked and hesitated for a moment and said, "What are we going to do?"

"Look first, no matter whether he is a demon or not, he can't let something happen to him."

Zhou Shu's expression was calm, his eyes fell on Zhuo Tian, ​​deliberately restraining his murderous intent to avoid being discovered by the demon god. But if it was really necessary, even if the demon god came again, he would not be ruthless.

"Stop talking nonsense, take me a knife!"

Zhuotian suddenly jumped up, and the magic knife in his hand suddenly became longer and slashed straight up and down.

It is better to start first.

I was a little depressed. I always had to jump up to get myself higher than my opponent. My opponent had to jump up to get me, but now I was the other way around. I had to jump up to get that guy... It was really tall.

Click!

The long knife fell on Zhu Dashan's shoulder and slid straight down several feet.

A blood fountain suddenly splashed out and splashed everywhere. After a bloody rain, many red dots were stained in the snow, which was very eye-catching.

Zhou Shu was shocked, and Zhao Yueru almost shouted, and the most surprised one was Zhuotian himself.

He even suspected that he was seeing hallucinations, and such a simple knife worked?

But it soon became clear that it was not an illusion but a fact. The magic knife in his hand was still bleeding, the opponent's shoulder was still bleeding, and a wound several feet deep was like a gully, extending from the shoulder to the arm.

"Hahaha!"

Zhuo Tian laughed wildly, "So you are so weak? You really overestimate you!"

Zhu Dashan shook his body, and a lot of blood fell down, and he could vaguely see his face.

The expression is a little painful, but more of it is meaningless.

He glanced at Zhuotian and walked forward indifferently, slowly. While walking, he slowly raised his hand. It was a very simple movement, but it was surprisingly slow, just like slow motion. After walking two steps, he lifted less than three feet.

"It's very fierce."

Zhuotian used his knife again with a hint of pride.

It was just a test, but this time I used more effort.

As soon as the sword light rose, the rich black mist spread. The thick and solid magic power was like a black dragon, wrapping around the sword. The long sword more than ten feet long seemed to turn into a thick pillar, full of momentum, but the cold light in the middle was not diminished, and the blade was stern.

Zhu Dashan seemed to have not noticed it at all, and still walked forward and raised his hand.

boom!

A knife that had accumulated enough strength was falling on the waist of Zhu Dashan.

The body as thick as a mountain could not resist the advance of the sharp sword. The sword rushed in and went almost five or six feet deep.

Zhuo Tian succeeded in one knife and naturally took advantage of the situation to chase him. His eyes flashed with fierce light, and the long sword stirred hard and pulled him again.

When I left my body, I didn’t go straight, but I turned around several times before I pulled it out slantedly.

A very terrifying wound was left.

It is like a winding mountain road, winding around, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and blood is constantly coming out around it. What is strange is that there is a little light black light that jumps back and forth at the wound. Every time you jump, you tear the wound and continue to go deeper into it.

Zhuotian took a look and became more and more proud.

A wound that is six feet deep is not much different from being cut in half. If you have such a heavy blow, there is no suspense to the outcome.

His demon god's power was better controlled. He could even do such a meticulous operation, which not only directly hits the opponent, but also causes continuous damage. If he continues to practice, can he be exerted without using demon soldiers?

The defense of the giant demon tribe seems to be a bit weak. If you change your skin and thick flesh, you will never be stabbed so deeply by a knife.

It looks as tall as a mountain, and its skin is as thick as a rock. Why is it so indestructible?

He even had the time to sense the surroundings.

It’s strange that I defeated the legendary wandering warrior in the Loka world so easily, and there was no surprise or cheer?

There was phosphorescence everywhere, maybe they didn't see it, but they would know when the giant lay on the ground.

His eyes fell on Zhu Dashan again, and he was stunned.

Zhu Dashan was still walking, and he raised his hand slowly, and his movements did not change at all. The knife just now seemed to have no effect on him, but there were more painful expressions on his face, but he was still doing what he should do.

"What's going on with this guy? It's so fierce? Do you have to completely knock it down and stop after you die?"

A lot of murderous intent flashed in Zhuotian's eyes, and the black smoke on his body became thicker. He yelled secretly, "Then don't blame me!"

Zhou Shu and Zhao Yueru, who were on the phosphorescence edge, looked at them quietly, and their expressions seemed very relaxed.

Compared to them a few breaths ago, it seemed that they had completely changed. When they saw Zhu Dashan suffering a severe injury a few breaths ago, Zhao Yueru immediately flew out, and Zhou Shu was not slow, but soon, Zhou Shu pulled Zhao Yueru back and still stood there.

Zhou Shu said softly, "It's okay."

Zhao Yueru was puzzled, "This knife almost cut him off. Is he okay?"

"Breaking is cutting off, and death is death, these are two different things."

Zhou Shu looked solemn, "His body is very strange, it seems not a whole. Each part seems to be split, and some of the body is damaged and there is no impact on other parts."

"There is still such a thing?"

Zhao Yueru became more and more surprised, "It's not the whole. Could it be that he is just like a puppet to fight it little by little?"

"It seems like this, but it's not like a puppet, but a piece of rocks. His body is really the same as a stone mountain, with almost no difference," Zhou Shu shook his head slightly, "What's even more strange is that the recovery speed is very fast. In those two breaths just now, the power of the demon god left in his wound is almost about to be destroyed... That's the power of the demon god. What kind of body is this?"

There was a lot of surprise on his face, at least there was no such weirdness among the various immortal bodies he had heard of.

"I certainly don't know."

Zhao Yueru looked at Zhu Dashan and said slowly, "But, what you mean is that he is fine, can we ignore it?"

Zhou Shu nodded and shook his head again, "If you have something to do, I'm afraid it's going to be a big deal, but this is also a troublesome."

"Ah, why are you in trouble?"
Chapter completed!