"escape."

Demon Zhuoyan felt a thrill in his heart. He turned around and ran away. At the same time, he used the stove to hit the white-haired young man, and roared with a ferocious face: "Explode."

He knew very well how terrifying the Holy God was. Not to mention that he was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced. Even at his peak state, it would be difficult for him to fight, so he decisively blew himself up.

The furnace exploded with a bang, forming a torrent of flames that rushed towards Mojia of the God-Eating Clan.

God-Eating Clan Mojia waved his sleeves lightly, and an indescribable terrifying power spread out, instantly extinguishing the torrent of flames.

Heavenly Demon Zhuoyan's heart was beating wildly, and he cried out: "God-Eating Clan? Are you a God-Eating Clan?" He felt the power aura of Mojia from the God-Eating Clan.

"You are quite knowledgeable."

Mojia from the God-Eating Clan took a step with empty hands, and appeared thousands of miles away behind the demon Zhuoyan, as if he had shrunk to an inch.

"This person's strength is not weaker than Lord Zhuoyoushen."

Demon Zhuoyan's heart trembled, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Why do you want to kill me? I have no enmity with you, and I have never even met you."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that the boy is the nourishment kept by me, but who told you to kill him?" Mojia from the God-Eating Clan said casually.

"What?"

Heavenly Demon Zhuoyan was taken aback and said quickly: "I didn't kill that kid. If you want to feed him with blood, I don't have any objections."

"Why do I need your opinion on who I want to kill?" Mojia from the God-Eating Clan said.

The understated words were filled with an unspeakable domineering force, which made Tianmo Zhuoyan freeze up and open his mouth, unable to say even a single word.

Seeing the god-devouring tribe Mojia approaching, the crisis of death finally made the demon Zhuoyan wake up and said urgently: "Sir, my lord is Lord Zhuoyou God, and you are the same holy god. Please give my lord some face.

Let me live."

"Why do I need to give face to others when I do things?" Mojia from the God-Eating Clan said.

When Heavenly Demon Zhuoyan heard this, he felt desperate. He didn't want to die, so he immediately burned his blood, increased his speed, and escaped, dragging out a messy silver light, which showed how panicked he was.

Mojia of the God-Eating Clan looked at him with a dull gaze, slowly stretched out his right hand, grabbed it, and directly imprisoned the void, preventing the escaping demon Zhuoyan from moving at all.

Demon Zhuoyan desperately begged for mercy: "No, don't kill me, I am willing to surrender to you, for you..."

"I don't need ants." Mojia from the God-Eating Clan said.

"I, I..."

Heavenly Demon Zhuoyan showed a look of sorrow and anger on his face. This is the cruel world of martial arts. He regarded Lin Chen as an ant, but in the eyes of Mojia from the God-Eating Clan, he was no different from an ant.

He was speechless and watched in despair as Mojia, the god-eating clan, walked over and looked at him with a pair of eyes that were as bright as a god. He suddenly felt that his spiritual and spiritual world collapsed.

The power of spirit, soul, heart, will and belief are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the God-Eating Clan Mojia, without any power to resist.

After a breath, Tianmo Zhuoyan made two painful ugh sounds from his throat, rolled his eyes, and lost consciousness.

"Zhuyoushen? Yama treasure?"

Mojia from the God-Eating Tribe obtained his memory and said with a half-smile: "The treasure of Yama belongs to me, and no one can get involved with it."

His eyes flickered, and he intercepted a ray of faith and penetrated into the body of the demon Zhuoyan.

I saw Demon Zhuoyan's body shaking violently, his dead fish eyes blinked, and then he regained his energy, bowed and worshiped: "I."

"From now on, you will act as the demon Zhuoyan, go to the God-Eating Realm, and at the same time serve the Zhuoyou God, waiting for my call." Mojia of the God-Eating Clan said.

"Take orders."

The Heavenly Demon Zhuoyan responded and turned into a red flame, heading towards the God-Eating Realm.

Mojia from the God-Eating Tribe watched him leave, clasped his hands behind his back, turned to look to the northeast, and said with an expectant look on his face: "Boy, I'm waiting for you to come back."

Before the words dissipated, Mojia from the God-Eating Clan disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared before.

To the northeast, thousands of miles away, across mountains, rivers, plains, and hills, a stretch of high mountains emerged, with birds chirping and jackals, tigers, and leopards roaring.

Deep in the mountains, there is a wide canyon. A raging river flows in the middle of the canyon. On both sides of the river, there are thousands of walls and dense caves. I wonder what is hidden?

In one of the caves, there lay a black-haired young man with bruises all over his body. His face was as pale as paper, and he was breathing more out than in. Who else could he be if he wasn't Lin Chen?

There was pain between his brows, and his eyes were so painful that he could only open them halfway. A hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of Lin Chen's mouth as he said, "This time I really only have half my life left."

It can be said that the injuries suffered this time were more serious than the one suffered by Qitian Sect.

Not only was the Divine Ancestor's power exhausted and 90% of his energy and blood lost, but his divine body was severely damaged, and his key energy and spirit were severely damaged.

Fortunately, I took Zangfo Pill and Hongfo Pill to improve my mental strength and willpower. Otherwise, the magic of Heavenly Demon would cause even greater harm to the spirit, energy, and spirit.

However, this battle also made Lin Chen feel happy. Although he finally relied on the power of the Brahma Demon Sword, he was able to defeat the demon Scorching Flame, right?

If such a record were to spread, it would definitely cause an uproar. It would not be too much to say that he would become famous in the Senluo world.

Of course, if Lin Chen had not used the Brahma Demon Sword, he would not be a match for the Demon Zhuoyan, so he would still have to improve his strength in the future.

What's more, today's battle was more exciting than fighting against the Void Buddha Ming King. It allowed Lin Chen to understand his own strength, strengths and weaknesses, which would be beneficial to his future practice.

Lin Chen believed that one day, he would be able to defeat the demon Zhuoyan and even kill him with his own strength.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen felt a strong sense of confidence in his heart, then opened the storage ring, swallowed the elixir that replenished the power of the ancestors, and slowly refined it.

The sixth level of the holy path of life was running, generating the energy of life, nourishing Lin Chen's injured body, and wisps of flawless white light slowly filled the surface of the body.

The pain all over his body slowly eased, making Lin Chen feel very comfortable and enjoying himself.

With his mental energy activated, he looked inside his Dantian and saw that his Dantian was almost thirsty. As the elixir was refined, it increased bit by bit, gradually gaining strength.

Immediately, Lin Chen took out a large number of middle-grade divine stones from the storage spirit ring, and used the power of the divine ancestors to refine them, using a two-pronged approach to restore his strength.

"The injury this time is too serious and it will be difficult to recover. It seems that we have to postpone our trip to Luojia Mountain."

Thinking in his mind, Lin Chen found the heavenly materials and earthly treasures and magical elixirs that were beneficial to the spirit, energy, and spirit from the storage ring, and refined them all.

No matter what, he still wanted to recover as soon as possible, and the days passed like this, and more than half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking inside the Dantian again, he saw that nearly 90% of the divine ancestor's power had been restored. Lin Chen's eyes flashed with joy, and then he started to restore his energy and blood.

He had also consumed a lot of energy and blood in the past, but this time, he had lost a full 90% of his energy and blood. It was an unprecedented first time, and the feeling was really not that good.

But Lin Chen didn't know that after he defeated the demon Zhuo Yan, there was still someone who wanted to deal with him, namely the father of King Xufo Ming, the Demon Ancestor Yunchan.

In a pagoda, an elder said to Demon Ancestor Yunchan who was sitting at the head: "Clan Chief, the Ancestor of the Blood Nether Spear sent someone to send news that the Ancestor of the Sword God had left the God-Eating Realm that day, most likely heading to Luojia.

Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Demon Ancestor Yunchan said hello with a pitiful expression, and then said: "Immediately send people to guard the entrance of Luojia Mountain. Remember, arrange a few more groups of people to patrol day and night. Once traces of that kid are found,

Just come back and tell me."

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