"Hmph! A fool who is greedy and afraid of death. You have missed the best opportunity!" Zhao Hu said with all his fingers. The force of his fierce suction increased again. Potter stared at the demon armor in fear, revealing his eyes like a pair of demonic eyes. He felt that the source of Dou Qi was buzzing, as if the 10,000-meter dam completely collapsed, and the surging floods poured thousands of miles away.

"ah……"

Porter exclaimed, and the terrifying powerful suction force made him no longer resist a single minute. How could he even self-destruct? From the ground being clenched tightly, he rose up from his right wrist, followed his right arm, right shoulder, right chest, and to the abdomen, the source of Douqi, every nerve and every muscle were trembling violently and jumped.

"No...you promise not to kill me..." Potter is not a strong demon. His years of drunken and dreamy life made him yell in despair in fear of death, trying to win Zhao Hudi a trace of mercy and forgiveness.

"You are my strong foundation, how could I leave your life?" Zhao Hu's words were like a flying rock, shattering Porter's unrealistic dreams.

"Hehehe, if you have a little determination to fight to the death, how could I delay until now and succeed? What use do I want you for those who are greedy and afraid of death like you?" Zhao Hu was sure to win, gaining the upper hand, and his words were full of victory.

The ruthless sarcasm echoed in Potter's ears, and he almost ran away with regret. Yes, he could have won the last trace of dignity with his self-destruction, but the idea of ​​living was delusional to cause a tragic disaster at present. He practiced hard for five thousand years, and once he woke up, he made a wedding dress for Zhao Hu.

The five thousand years of dark fighting spirit was created by Porter's hard work over the past five thousand years. It is the foundation that supports him to have a higher life. For demons with a long life, losing their power means the arrival of death. It can be said that the dark fighting spirit is the tempering of the essence of life.

Porter's body trembled like the wind, and every muscle was trembling, trembling, trembling, and waving by the strong suction wave. The flesh and bloody skin on his body quickly squeezed towards his right arm. It was a terrible physiological reaction caused by the tornado-like suction force.

His vicious and fierce demon face was trembling like boiling water, and it was tilted violently like a stroke, and it trembled like a wave towards his right arm.

"Puchi, puchi..."

One after another, cracks broke from the right arm that expanded like a ball, and the blood like an arrow squirted up. Under the powerful suction force, it ejaculated on Zhao Hu's dark magic armor without exception, flowing slitheringly on the ground under his feet, forming a pool of scarlet blood.

"No..."

Porter let out a terrifying roar that was not like a human voice. The muscles and blood in his body were pressed and contracted violently by the powerful sucking force, shrinking and shriveling, like an invisible demon swallowing flesh and blood in the dark, disappearing rapidly as the remaining essence of life flew away...

"puff!"

Millions of blood beads splashed out from every pore, making scarlet spots around them, extremely terrifying!

"Click!"

A creepy sound of twisting and deformation of the bones suddenly sounded, and Porter's 5-meter-high demon body instantly turned into a curled shriveled skeleton-shaped mummy. The blood of the big bunch was squeezing out violently and sprayed on the rocks.

"Bang!"

Zhao Hu threw away the shriveled mummy that had lost his life and curled up and was covered in scarlet red all over his body, covered with splatters of blood.

"KaKaKa..."

Thousands of armor pieces retracted like springs into the thicker dark layer of armor, revealing Zhao Hu's face, arms and legs, whose face was as pale as paper, and whose face and neck were bleeding. All the battle robe he wore was shattered and fell to the ground like ashes. The injuries were all damaged by Potter's series of attacks.

If it weren't for the protection of the long sword, the consequences could be imagined.

Zhao Hu was full of cunning tricks, using his keen grasp of the nature of ordinary demon nobles, and with his crazy fighting spirit and gritting his teeth and suffering, he successfully defeated the black blood lord Porter, absorbing the dark fighting spirit for five thousand years. It was an unprecedented victory. A trace of fatigue after the bloody battle filled every inch of his skin.

In order to prevent Porter from self-destructing, he even used a glimmer of hope to tempt him and deceive him, so that Porter, who was afraid of death and wanted to live humbly, was deceived, lost the opportunity to self-destruct and became a fish on the chopping board, allowing him to absorb the dark fighting spirit in the source of the fighting spirit, and no longer had the ability to resist.

Zhao Hu sneered in his heart. Potter mastered the secret of his sperm-sucking technique. Once it was leaked, even if he had wings on his ribs, he could not escape the pursuit of the gods and demons. It was ridiculous that the Black Blood Lord, who had a lifespan of 5,000 years, had a thought of greed and desire to survive, which made him ignore this simple truth. Perhaps, he also understood this, because the greed for living blinded his eyes and brain.

Suddenly, a needle-like pain came from the dantian. Zhao Hu's heart trembled. It was a conflict between the three hundred years of light fighting spirit and the newly added large number of dark fighting spirits. The pain spread throughout his body like lightning. He groaned and frowned slightly. Fortunately, he was a dark body, and the influx of dark fighting spirit naturally became harmonious with his nature. If it was inhaled by thousands of years of light fighting spirit, he would be afraid that he would not stand up.

Zhao Hu hurriedly sat cross-legged, and used the holy fire to refine blood-refining technique to temper the five thousand years of dark fighting energy absorbed, remove impurities, and leave the purest essence so that it can merge with the light fighting energy without conflict. The small sun-like air banner rotated rapidly, tempering...

Compared with the light fighting spirit, dark fighting spirit is more suitable for him to cultivate his essence, because he is a fallen man from the sea of ​​demons and is born with dark attributes, so he can withstand more fighting spirit.

The light Dou Qi of the Four-winged Battle Angel absorbed last time wasted because the dark Dou Qi of the original body was not enough to resist the erosion of the light attributes, and it had to waste thousands of years of light Dou Qi in vain, and only retained three hundred years of concentrated skills.

After quenching impurities for five thousand years, the essence of the earth's fighting spirit formed 3,500 years of earth's fighting spirit. In the violently burning holy fire blood-refining qi wheel, it merged with the original three hundred years of light fighting spirit and one hundred years of flame demon fighting spirit. It was as natural dark demon body as he expected, perfectly fitting with the pure demon energy newly added in 3,500 years of light fighting spirit. The light fighting spirit has been mixed with the flame demon fighting spirit for many days, and it has not conflicted with it.

The eyes opened and the splendor flashed in his eyes. Zhao Hu jumped up, and faintly floated out of the peaks in his ears. The fierce shouts of killing in the wilderness, a ferocious murderous aura flashed under his handsome jade face, setting off the bloodstains on his face and body, making people shudder!

The plesodon Kass, under the Black Blood City, led two thousand demon soldiers to fight against three thousand demon warriors in the Black Blood City. It took three hours to go. The black soil was stained with scarlet blood and big bunch of bone powder. Under the fanatical attack of the demons in the Black Blood City, the demon soldiers under Zhao Hu were killed and injured, leaving only less than 500 people fighting to the death.

A total of five hundred demon warriors attacked the most powerful Diya Longkas. Whenever the storm dragon breath blew, the demon warrior promptly protected his chest and abdomen with a heavy round shield on his left elbow, and his body was huddled behind the shield. With a steel shield several centimeters thick, he resisted the attack of the dragon breath. The angrily roared angrily.

He was covered in bruises and had dozens of cracks. On the ground under his feet, there were corpses of one or two hundred demons lying in a mess. They were all killed by him. Without the master in charge of the overall situation, Cass used his madness and ferocity to barely maintain the front line of the army that could be destroyed at any time.

The power of the role model is infinite, and the demon soldiers fought back to death, one by one, vampires, skeletons, fallen angels, and demons were occasionally over a thousand people. The morale was higher, and the demon warriors were dismembered and chopped over to the ground. Especially the skeletons rode on the ground and were shaken to pieces, and the bones were broken and dispersed. The skeleton warriors were shaken away and scattered.

"I have been walking for three hours. If you don't come, I'm afraid you won't see Cas again. Master, I have tried my best. Even if I die, I will be your loyal monster." Cas roared in his heart.

Kass was covered in bruises and the loss of blood made him dizzy. If he hadn't been full of fighting for his master, he would have been defeated. Kass was originally a rebellious Earth Dragon monster and refused to be the earth demon pet of anyone. It was Zhao Hu who saved him when he was dying and regarded him as an equal warrior. This non-discriminatory policy finally moved the plesaurus and was willing to fight for his master.

At present, the enemy is in a small battle. If it weren't for his existence, the demon soldiers would have already been defeated and fled. Under his inspiration and the constraints of loyalty, the two thousand demon soldiers fought fiercely as if they had fought stimulants. Despite the efforts of more than 1,500 casualties, more than 800 demon warriors in the Black Blood City were killed.

Two thousand demon warriors in Black Blood City shouted, waving the black blood flag to cheer for their colleagues. There was no Potter order. No demon dared to go out of the city to help with the battle privately. The Earth Demon Warriors in the Abyss World are the most difficult warriors to manage. Once they are easy to manage, they are the most law-abiding demon soldiers.

More than two thousand demons grinned and attacked fiercely. Six or seven demon generals were besieging the most difficult Dikas. Originally, there were five or six demon generals under his claws, and they were all killed by the ugly and terrifying plesodon in a tragic way of both defeats and exchanging life for life. And his small hill-like Dikasaurus was also cut to the point of blood.
Chapter completed!