"Boss, that foodie Zhu Wenwei is starting to get greedy again. Look at him grabbing a few human masters and running happily to the top of his mountain. He must be having a barbecue!"
"It's true, this bastard is so greedy that he doesn't even know when it's time!"
"Okay, don't worry about that idiot. I'll deal with it later! Now let's all concentrate on killing these five little bastards in front of us first!"
"You dare to invade my Cangyan Mountain, you are so impatient!"
The several beast kings on Cangyan Mountain seem to have become accustomed to Zhu Busan's behavior. Obviously, the incompetence of the pig in their mouth must also be a common problem among their pig clan.
Love to eat, lazy to cook, greedy to eat and greedy to live.
In the eyes of these beast kings, Zhu Wenwei's current behavior is undoubtedly cowardly.
Anyway, this is not the first time something like this has happened, they are already used to it.
Zhu Busan, who was running, was not angry but happy when he heard the comments made by these beast kings. He did not expect that his fellow pig clan would turn out to be such a wonderful monster. It was simply a divine assist.
Now, even if the secretly monitoring teacher of Jinghua Martial Arts University or Gu Yang notices its abnormal behavior, they will probably dispel their doubts because of the unintentional conversation between these beast kings.
Anyway, it hasn't shown too much murderous intent towards Ansheng and the others, and it hasn't really taken their lives yet. Before the critical moment, these strong men of the human race will not take action in advance in order to temper the courage of their descendants.
"You must control it! Don't be impulsive!"
"You can take the opportunity to anger Yang Fan, and you can even let these little human bastards wear some color on them. It doesn't matter if they are missing an arm or a leg."
"But it's best not to take their lives, lest you really piss off Yang Fan. If you want to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, it will be extremely detrimental to my old pig's plan of pretending to be dead."
Zhu Busan was thinking while running. In order to make the performance more realistic and to make the five Ansheng scream harder, he used his hands to crush all the arms of the five people.
"Ah~!"
"Master, help me!!"
Instantly, several screams came from the mouths of An Sheng and Chu Feiyun.
Zhu Busan nodded with satisfaction, it tasted good.
What it screams is this kind of desperate and realistic scream effect. If Yang Fan hears it, he will definitely not ignore it.
Now, it only needs to wander around the top of the mountain for two more times and wait for Yang Fan to come to him on his own initiative.
brush!
A cold light suddenly struck from the side.
Zhu Busan was overjoyed.
coming!
The long-awaited small knife finally appeared!
Zhu Busan's mind easily captured the trajectory of Yang Fan's Tiangang Thorn, and found that the flying knife was heading directly towards its pig head and neck. Zhu Busan couldn't help but spat in disdain.
This little boy from the human race is indeed a black-hearted guy. He wanted to take the pig's head from the pig demon's neck as soon as he came up.
The angle is tricky, the speed is quick, and the attack is so powerful that ordinary king-level monsters would not be able to dodge easily when they encounter it.
It's a pity that what he encountered today was not an ordinary king-level monster.
Zhu Busan was secretly happy.
It likes this. The trickier the angle and the more powerful the attack, the more it suits its liking.
Before, it had been worried that Yang Fan's cultivation was too weak, fearing that even if it used magic weapons, it would not be able to break through its basic defense.
Now it seems that Yang Fan's attack power is much more powerful than expected.
"Come on, little Zai Zai, come and kill me!"
Zhu Busan puffed out his chest with joy and jumped directly towards the flying knife that Yang Fan offered.
During the flying process, it was worried that Yang Fan would not dare to let go because of the presence of Ansheng and the others, so it could not use all its strength. It also very considerately threw the Ansheng and the others aside in their hands. At that distance, Enough to allow them to avoid the aftermath of the battle between it and Yang Fan.
In order to seek death, Zhu Busan was really worried. He even considered many small details for Yang Fan that Yang Fan didn't notice.
The purpose is to allow Yang Fan to do all he can on it without restraint, ravage it, seriously injure it, and kill it.
puff!
It was just as Zhu Busan expected.
Yang Fan's flying knife accidentally pierced its left chest and heart during its seemingly panicked dodge.
Originally, the flying knife cut open the pig skin on the chest and only penetrated two fingers deep into the meat. It did not even penetrate the thick fat layer of the pig. It was only a skin injury at most and could not cause fatal injuries at all.
However, on the basis of Zhu Fusan's self-reliance and considerable cooperation, after the flying knife scratched the pig skin and penetrated the grease layer, it was blocked by the powerful defense of Zhu Fusan's own emperor-level skin and flesh. When Zhu Fusan was about to run out of energy, Biting the pig's teeth, he directly tore open a circular wound the size of a fist in his outer heart-protecting flesh.
It looked like a flesh and blood wound caused by the energy of the flying knife, going straight to the heart.
Then, the next thing was simple. With the help of the remaining force, the flying knife passed through the heart-protecting hole smoothly and was inserted into Zhu Busan's heart.
"Roar!!"
Zhu Busan roared in pain and gave Yang Fan an unbelievable and extremely angry look. Then he stood up and fell down gracefully, dying.
In order to make the performance more realistic, after falling to the ground, Zhu Busan even directly transformed into his own body.
A giant white-skinned pig that fully matches its current status as a beast king. It is more than thirty meters long. The wound on its chest has also become larger. The flesh hole that was originally only the size of a fist has now become the size of a washbasin, with demon blood. Sprinkled all over the floor.
"Perfect!"
While falling to the ground, Zhu Busan happily scored ninety-nine points for his performance, leaving one point unmarked for fear that he would be too proud.
"The death plan was a complete success. Yang Fan, this little bastard, seems to have no intention of whipping the corpse. At this level, Master Zhu has finally come through!"
"Wait a minute, this kid's mental power has been sweeping over my head. Did he find something suspicious?"
I noticed that Yang Fan's mental power seemed to be scanning its body, one after another. The power was not strong and could not cause any harm to it at all, but it was very annoying and would not stop for a moment.
What's wrong with this
Zhu Busan's mind was filled with fear. He checked himself again and found that he was definitely a dead pig now. There were almost no flaws. Because of the existence of the Demon Lord's wisdom teeth, even the peak emperor-level divine thoughts could not get through it. Any abnormalities found on the body.
But what is this Yang Fan doing now
Isn’t it fun to mentally tease this over and over again
Just in case, Zhu Busan calmed down as much as possible and lay motionless on the ground, letting Yang Fan's mental power sweep around his body.
Yang Fan's flying knife had been retracted at this time, but Yang Fan's expression did not relax at all. Instead, he was more nervous and cautious than before.
Because just now when he threw the flying knife to attack the pig-headed demon in front of him, who seemed to have only the strength of a first-level beast king, a different system prompt sounded in his ears.
"You used the sword-controlling technique on the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Fusan. The sword-controlling technique was performed successfully. The skin of the eighth-level demon emperor Zhufusan was pierced. His mental power was +10, his mental will +100, and his skill proficiency +4. "
The eighth-level demon emperor!
Yang Fan was so shocked that his scalp twitched. He never expected that an eighth-level demon emperor would lurk under his nose.
What he didn't expect was that this eighth-level demon emperor seemed to be mentally ill and had already discovered his traces. Instead of attacking, he even disemboweled himself in a very good way and guided Tiangang to stab him. Pierced its heart.
What are you doing, playing house
Vomiting blood, falling to the ground, transforming, and feeling cold.
Such a familiar business skill, it looks like it has really failed.
No matter how much Yang Fan's mental power scanned its body, he couldn't detect any life breath at all. This skill of pretending to be dead is definitely one of the best.
In fact, if it weren't for the system prompt, Yang Fan would never have thought that the pig head in front of him, who looked like a beast king, was not only an eighth-level demon emperor, but also very good at pretending to be dead.
What exactly is going on? Could it be that he went to the wrong set
Yang Fan looked a little confused at the pig-headed self-show in front of him. He hesitated for a moment. He didn't know if the emperor-level spiritual treasure he was holding in his hand should be triggered directly
After all, from beginning to end, the pig never showed any intention to kill him. It seemed that it just wanted to use its magic weapon to fake death.
Although he didn't know why, Yang Fan felt that it was better not to act rashly. After all, this was an emperor-level demon and he couldn't do it.
Moreover, Yang Fan had never experienced the specific effects of the emperor-level spiritual treasure, let alone whether activating it at such a close distance would affect him and the mountains of human students
I heard that battles between emperors would destroy mountains and cities at every turn. He had the phoenix-shaped spiritual treasure given by Mei Cailan to protect him, so he didn't have to worry, but disciples like An Sheng and the new students, as well as those who were used by him, What should we do if our fellow human beings are protected by psychic shields
Yang Fan was wary, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
The drama queen on the ground lay motionless, looking completely lifeless.
However, Yang Fan knew that an eighth-level demon emperor would never die so easily, let alone his heart, even if his brain was shattered.
Therefore, Yang Fan did not dare to approach, nor did he dare to turn away directly, because An Sheng and Chu Feiyun, who had just been thrown into the distance by Zhu Busan, were already trotting towards him.
Yang Fan was worried that if he showed any abnormality and attracted the attention of this pig who wanted to pretend to be dead, it would arouse its ferocity.
As a last resort, Yang Fan could only keep pointing at the pig's head, using his best charm skill.
"You used the charm skill on the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Fusan (slightly injured). The charm failed. Zhu Fusan was aware of it and didn't take it seriously. His mental power was +2, his mental will +2, and his skill proficiency +4. "
"You used the charm skill on the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Fusan (slightly injured). The charm failed. Zhu Fusan was aware of it and didn't take it seriously. His mental power was +2, his mental will +2, and his skill proficiency +4. "
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(End of chapter)