Chapter 860

Left and right, heavy and powerful, without reservation.

The two hands turned into two afterimages, the terrifying turmoil they brought caused space to explode.

The palm slapped on his face, the Glazed Demon Lord's brain crashed on the spot, his Primordial Spirit pained, and his big face was beaten to a pulp.

Silence!

Between heaven and earth, it fell into a deathly silence again.

Countless living beings were dumbfounded, as if they had become stupid.

A Saint, speaking the law, this is indeed very reasonable.

But don't forget, this demon head is also a Hunyuan-level powerhouse.

(0... Seeking flowers 0...)

Even the dignified Saint Zhunti was not his match.

However, now Lin Xia only said one sentence, yet made such an existence directly make a self-mutilating move.

This is simply incredible.

The Glazed Demon Lord knelt on the ground, slapping his own ears, his face changing rapidly.

He frantically mobilized the law power in his body, wanting to control his hands.

But he found that the Dao divine power, which was originally as vast as the sea, was clearly right in front of him, but he could never touch it.

His hands were controlled by an invisible force, completely out of his control.

Throughout the ages, he had never seen such a strange thing.

A Dao heart was trembling violently, shrouded in huge shadows, terrified.

"How could it be like this?"

And just as the Glazed Demon Lord was thinking hard without understanding, his hands brought up two afterimages again, attacking his head from both left and right directions.

He wanted to lower his head to dodge, but his brain was completely out of control.

Pa!

Accompanied by a crisp, loud sound.

His brain was directly hit with an 18th-level concussion, both sides of his face were deeply sunken, and his Primordial Spirit was almost shattered.

A large piece of demonic blood sprayed out, causing the void to ripple as it burned.

Bai Qian's eyelids jumped wildly.

This demon head is indeed a ruthless person, not even showing mercy to himself.

With these two slaps, it's the rhythm of wanting to beat himself to death directly!

Bai Muxue and Bai Muyu's expressions were synchronized, their mouths open into 'O' shapes, looking dull.

This demon head is a dignified Hunyuan powerhouse, with strength comparable to a Saint.

Transcending the river of fate, the true self is one, immortal through ten thousand kalpas.

But just because of Lin Xia's one sentence, he frantically attacked himself, a life-risking rhythm of not stopping until he beat himself to death.

This simply exceeded their understanding.

And at this moment, the thousands of demons in the void had their minds blank, almost forgetting to think.

Their bodies trembled violently, their hearts horrified to the point of despair.

In their hearts, in the Demon Clan, besides Luo Hou, the Glazed Demon Lord was the supreme existence, an immortal existence.

As long as they followed the Glazed Demon Lord, they could traverse the myriad worlds and be invincible, but the scene before their eyes shattered the faith they had always held.

This youth is too terrifying.

Thousands of demons looked at Lin Xia's handsome face, only feeling that the other party was ten thousand times more terrifying than a demon.