Chapter 958: Punch

"roll!"
Mo Yu cursed directly.
She was in a terrible mood.
I really don't understand why Zhang Wanlin did this. He has already defeated them, so why not just leave?
Why stay here? What so-called adults are called?
Isn't it like playing with fire?
What if one accidentally ignites himself?
How stupid! Zhang Wanlin walked in the center of the altar, looking down against the endless blue sky, just like a mysterious priest standing high.
A drop of bright blood dripped from his fingertips, and a layer of magnificent blood was splashed on the ground with weird lines.
The lines at the moment seemed to be alive, and strange power rose up, twisting the surrounding space.
Everything seems not so real.
The priest's eyes were wide open. For a hundred years, the goal he had been pursuing was unfolding ahead-that adult was about to come out.
This young man could summon so easily, and he didn't use the slightest sacrifice.
This...has subverted her three views.
If he is not against her, he does want to accept him as a successor.
This person has an extraordinary talent and an excellent understanding.
It's just....... It happens to be against her.
The sky was rumbling and the clouds covered the sun, and in broad daylight, there was a night scene, which was really incredible.
boom! The moment thunder and lightning crossed the sky, the thick whip tail can always polish the entire night sky.
Zhang Wanlin's image also follows the light and dark, which is mysterious and inexplicable.
At this moment, Mo Yu felt that Zhang Wanlin was no longer the original him, but another person.
An existence from another world that can turn this world into fly ashes with just a few fingers...The last drop of blood was also submerged in the formation, and the formation pattern of the whole altar shone with faint purple light, like something wanted Out of the cocoon.
"It's your lord! Your lord is coming!"
The priest yelled.
All the clansmen kneeled to the ground by appointment.
"Meet your lord!"
"It's our honor to come to this world, adults!"
"Please follow you."
All kinds of sounds resounded with the thunderstorm, which seemed particularly chaotic, and the enthusiasm was evident.
Zhang Wanlin raised his head and looked at the distant sky, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "You are here."
The distant horizon was entangled with thunder and lightning, and the golden electric current surrounded it, enveloping the giant shadow slowly descending.
The giant shadow is as tall as a mountain, with billowing black air rising and falling like a storm.
A pair of scarlet eyes tore apart the outline of his face, emitting a strong light, like two dark stars, which I want to hang.
"You called me?"
"Being able to call me from another world shows that you are very sincere."
"Go ahead, what do you want?
I will give it to you. "
His words waved in the air, echoing in the valley for a long time.
This is the highest reward of this tribe, and it has always been the priest's dream.
She wants longevity, she wants strength, and she wants more and broader... But this is almost given to this young man.
Her heart was bleeding and she was very unwilling.
I have done more than 100 years of work just to wait for this moment, but I didn't expect to be led by others.
Zhang Wanlin looked at the giant shadow and said, "I only need one thing, and that is to defeat you!"
Although this word was whispered, it struck everyone's heart like a bolt from the blue sky.
"It's crazy!"
"He is the devil, who is his opponent?"
"Don't let so many requests, make this request!?"
At this time, the priest shouted: "The noble lord, it is he who dares to offend you and claim that he can be defeated.
In order to maintain your authority, I was defeated by him, and I asked you to be the master. "
Juying took a closer look at the tiny human in front of him. From his perspective, it was just a human being as small as an ant claiming to defeat him.
Overweight.
"Hahaha...Humans, why do you want to defeat me?"
Juying looked rather disdainful.
"Because only if you defeat you, this priest will completely obey me."
"Oh?
Just for this reason? "
"Yes, it's just one reason."
"Huh! You really don't know good or bad, let my believers obey you!?"
The giant shadow's voice suddenly rose, like a violent thunder roaring: "Then you have only one end, death!"
"You are a good person, but unfortunately, you don't have that blessing."
The priest watched Lord Demon King want to vent his anger, and couldn't help feeling sincerely happy and gratified. Even if this hundred years of hard work was in vain, it didn't matter.
"My lord killed him!"
"Knock him a thousand knives."
"Then rule the world..." Her muttered whisper resounded like a spell in the messy wind.
Mo Yu's heart sank to the bottom.
What will Zhang Wanlin do next?
Is it possible to defeat him?
However, he is such a powerful existence: his body is comparable to a mountain, and his strength is as strong as the world.
How to beat it?
The giant shadow started, and his huge body took a heavy palm, which was enough to cover the entire island and shoot it into the deep sea.
The priest watched the palm that fell closer and closer, in disbelief.
This is clear to destroy them all.
Didn’t the Demon King ever think of sheltering his followers?
She has worked hard for hundreds of years, isn't she worthy of Lord Demon's protection?
Not worthy to be a dog! ?
"My lord! And us, haven't you ever considered the clansmen who firmly believe in you?"
The priest is hoarse.
The devil sneered: "Consider?
I never considered.
The weak will die.
What is the value of being alive! "
"Die all to me! Haha, everyone in this world will die. You don't have to complain like that."
The crowd began to panic. They wanted to escape, but where did they go?
The entire island will be burned. Where can I escape?
Despair hung over everyone's heart, they wept, prayed, and pleaded.
The priest was in deep despair. When his faith was about to destroy himself, his heart was almost broken into pieces.
Is this all the pursuit of life?
But so, but so.
Her figure became haggard, sitting on the ground, covered by the robe, like a pile of rotten wood.
The giant palm is getting closer and closer, and the tips of some mountains have been crushed, turning into several boulders rolling down from the mountain.
Zhang Wanlin's expression wrinkled, his whole body jumped up, and he punched that palm.
boom! Punch! The palm of the thick black smoke cracked open several golden patterns, and then crashed into pieces, turning into several clouds of smoke slowly dissipating.
This scene really stunned everyone below.
That person's proud and upright posture, standing in the scattered black mist, looked so great.
The tiny figure has a soul comparable to a giant.
Everyone was shocked.