"Ahh..." Lan roared in pain, but still spoke as hard as a madman, "Okay, okay, if you have the guts, kill me, kill me!"
His eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at Ding Hao.
Ding Hao still didn't speak. He crushed Lan's body bit by bit. His eyes were as cold as ice without any fluctuation. He still stepped on Lan's body slowly and patiently. It was as if he didn't hear his provocation.
The life of a strong man in the Demon Emperor realm is extremely tyrannical. Even if he is cut to pieces by a thousand knives, even if his body is shattered bit by bit, he will not die immediately. Therefore, even though most of his body is crushed by Ding Hao, Lan still does not die. He will die and taste the pain of his body being shattered while his mind is very clear.
This kind of pain may be bearable for the strong Demon Emperor, but the fear of seeing his body broken bit by bit is not something ordinary people can bear.
The crazily provocative Lan finally had a hint of fear in his eyes.
Ding Hao's cold calmness made him feel an inexplicable panic.
Lan himself is a perverted and ruthless person who has done countless bloody and violent things. Even within the demon clan, they will tremble with fear when they hear his name. He can go crazy and ignore everything, but in front of Ding Hao, this The madness seemed a bit unsatisfactory. Lan could feel the madness and stubbornness behind Ding Hao's cold expression, which was even more terrifying than his own.
"You...really dare to kill me?" Lan asked through gritted teeth.
Ding Hao's answer was to raise his foot and crush his first rib.
"I am the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, one of the most beloved sons of the Heavenly Demon Supreme..." Lan's expression changed.
Click.
Ding Hao stepped on and broke another of his ribs.
"The Heavenly Demon Palace is in the Northern Territory, and can compete with the Demon God Palace. The Heavenly Demon Supreme is a god-level existence, just like your human race's Xuanshuang War God of the Northern Territory. In just one thought, you and your Wenjian Sect will be doomed... "Lan looked at Ding Hao sinisterly.
"oh."
Ding Hao finally glanced at him. Just when Lan thought his words had worked and began to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly kicked again and broke two of Lan's ribs.
"Ah... you... you madman... you can't kill me. Do you know the consequences of doing this?" Fear flooded him like a tide, and he could no longer be as crazy and arrogant as before.
Ding Hao stopped, his eyes were slightly cold, and the corner of his mouth curved with a hint of teasing, and said: "Are you begging for mercy when you say this?"
Lan's face was ferocious, and he was about to bleed from the severe humiliation. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't do anything that is not worth the loss. I can withdraw from this mountain range and from now on, I will never invade Wenjian Sect."
"So you are really begging for mercy." Ding Hao nodded and said jokingly: "Why don't you be tougher? Weren't you not afraid of death at all just now?"
Lan almost fainted from anger. The intense humiliation made him almost unable to feel the pain in his body. He was aloof and always acted arbitrarily. He never got what he wanted. No one dared to say no in front of him. Lan never thought that one day he would be like the people he tortured and toyed with in the past, begging for mercy like a dog.
"Since you are begging for mercy, you should have the consciousness and attitude to beg for mercy." Ding Hao raised his foot and crushed two of Lan's ribs, and the invisible force shattered the blood and bone stubble.
Lan felt that he was about to collapse. He had never encountered such an opponent before. He said in a humiliating tone: "Let me go. I can satisfy you whatever you want."
It turns out that when the real death is about to come, the reckless madness that I used to have is so vulnerable. It turns out that I am so afraid of death.
Lan felt the terror of death for the first time.
It's also the last time.
Because in the next moment, Ding Hao shook his head coldly and said: "Okay, I want you to die, can you satisfy me?"
The words fell.
In Lan's frightened expression, Ding Hao raised his last foot and directly crushed his head. The tyrannical power vibrated violently, instantly shaking the body of the young master of Tianyao Palace into powder, and a wisp of Crystal red blood flowed on the spot, slithering like a snake.
The surrounding demon clan experts were all stunned at this moment.
They were trembling, with a look of despair on their faces.
The rules of the Heavenly Demon Palace are strict. They watched Lan die in front of them but failed to save him. All the demons present will be executed.
opposite.
Wang Juefeng, Zhang Fan and others were also shocked by Ding Hao's decisive methods.
The news has spread, and soon the masters of Wenjian Sect will arrive, including the leader Li Lan and Ximen Qianxue of Shencaotang.
Ding Hao turned his head and glanced at the dumbfounded demon warriors around him, and shouted: "If you don't want to die, get out!"
Someone among the demon clan roared in despair, turned around and ran away.
This move made the other stunned demon clan masters come back to their senses. With a cry, they were defeated like a mountain. They turned around and fled. They only regretted that their parents had lost two legs. Lan was already dead. Even if they were Returning to the Heavenly Demon Palace would be a dead end, so it was better to take this opportunity to escape. Maybe the Heavenly Demon Palace might not be able to find them.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining five or six hundred strong demon clan men disappeared.
Ding Hao was about to put away the magic knife when he suddenly caught something with his peripheral vision. He looked down and saw a wisp of red blood moving quickly on the ground as if there was life.
"Huh? That's...?" Ding Hao was stunned and instantly understood that the wisp of red flesh was swallowed into Lan's body. Although Lan's body had been completely annihilated, this ray was actually preserved. , and not destroyed.
Ding Hao's heart moved, and he released a trace of power, trying to absorb this ray.
Who knew that the red body was struggling violently and running away crazily.
Ding Hao was about to chase after him when the magic knife in his hand buzzed. It flew out automatically, turned into a stream of light and then came back. When it came back, there was a drop of bright red blood on the blade. It was that one. .
This is the blood of a former god-level being.
It is one of the top three forces among the demon tribes in the Northern Territory. It is not much weaker than the first holy land of the demon tribe in the Northern Territory. It has an extremely glorious history. It once gave birth to a demon god who was powerful for an era and left behind countless legacies. Ze, has a profound background, and the blood of a demon god is enough to drive countless strong men in the realm of demon saints crazy.
Because the body of a god-level powerhouse is integrated with heaven and earth, representing laws and regulations, and has the mark of heaven and earth, his blood not only contains huge power, but also contains Taoist principles, supreme laws, and the ability to become a god. The secret of God, if a saint-level powerhouse gets a piece of divine blood, he may be able to understand the secret of God and make a breakthrough in one fell swoop.
Using it like this to enhance one's combat power is just the lowest form of use.
"Could this blood be the blood left by the demon god?"
Ding Hao held the magic knife in his hand and observed carefully.
The blood is crystal clear, like rolling nephrite, ruddy and flawless, the aura is restrained, there is a faint and extremely mysterious energy flowing, but it is not strong, it seems to be trapped by the power of the magic knife, in the cracks of the blade Rolling around, but still unable to escape from the blade.
"No, if it is really the blood of the demon god, it is definitely a peerless treasure. Even if it has a profound foundation, there will not be too many, and such a treasure will never be given to a descendant like Lan. Moreover, a drop of the blood of the demon god can also be used. Killing a saint contains terrifying divine power, and with the power of the magic sword, I’m afraid I won’t be able to imprison him!”
Ding Hao was a little skeptical.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on, so Ding Hao simply let it roll back and forth on the magic knife.
Putting away the magic sword, Ding Hao turned around, with a spring-like smile on his handsome face, looking at the disciples of the Wenjian Sect in the distance.
Above the mountain gate in the distance, several rays of light suddenly flashed, and in an instant they reached the edge of the sword-washing pool and turned into several graceful figures.
Ding Hao's eyes narrowed.
Li Lan, Li Yiruo, Ximen Qianxue…
These three beauties with the most extraordinary relationship with him among the sect appeared in front of him.
Li Lan, who has resumed women's clothing, is wearing a long white palace dress swaying around her body. Her black hair is combed into a high bun. Her fair and smooth forehead is a symbol of wisdom. A dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows is as bright as fire, which makes her even more impressive. Her skin is as delicate and white as mutton-fat jade. The long sword hanging on her waist gives people a noble and majestic atmosphere. Her iconic willow-leaf eyebrows are stretched out, and her crystal eyes have the look of an ordinary woman. There is no heroic spirit, but a female leader with unparalleled heroic appearance and grace.
Next to Li Lan, Li Yiruo was wearing a red dress, the train of which swayed in the wind like a burning flame.
The former most beautiful girl in the fifth academy of registered disciples, after three years of refinement, she looks even more radiant. Around her, everything seems to have lost its color, with her exquisite and flawless face, long black hair blowing in the wind, and her oval face. With an expression of ecstasy on his face, he looked at Ding Hao with a pair of eyes that were as tender as water, enough to melt iron and stone.
On the other side of the female head Li Lan, Ximen Qianxue, who had naturally long and slightly curly flaxen hair, looked at Ding Hao quietly with a smile on her face.
Among the three girls, Ximen Qianxue has the weakest aura. She has always given people a peaceful feeling of being free from the world and others. She stands quietly in the crowd with a smile on her lips, her soft and beautiful face in the wind and snow. Against the background, there is a different kind of beauty, and there is an impulse that makes people want to hold her in their arms, pity and tenderness.
"Head!"
Ding Hao bowed his hand to Li Lan.
Li Lan glared at Ding Hao with a look that others would never notice, with a hint of resentment in his eyes. Then he nodded slightly and said in a businesslike manner: "As soon as Elder Ding showed up, he made great achievements again. This is I asked about Jian Zong’s happy event.”