Chapter 1298 Return of the Great Demon King

The Great Elder commanded the twenty people and surrounded Wen Zilong and the others.

Then he looked at Wen Zilong and the others coldly.

"Alien, what's the matter with our Immortal Planet?"

The Great Elder asked coldly.

Azeroth's voice was a bit colder than that of the Great Elder:

"Destroy the sect."

Hearing this, the Great Elder turned his head to look at Azeroth without any expression on his face.

There was a momentary pause as his eyes fell on Azeroth's face.

Because he felt that Azeroth seemed somewhat familiar.

But he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen it.

However, since he couldn't remember it, he didn't intend to think about it.

He asked in a cold voice: "So, the three hundred disciples disappeared all because of you?"

Ezeroth said coldly: "I will kill you all one by one."

The Great Elder sneered:

"Although I don't know what grudges we have with you, you should know that we can't kill the sub-dragons. Therefore, it's stupid of you to do this."

Ezeroth said no more, his gaze became even colder.

He didn't like to talk too much.

The reason why I said so many words today is because I couldn't restrain my heart when I saw the undead dragon.

Although his surface looks as cold as ever.

The next moment, his figure moved.

In just a split second, he appeared behind a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

Grab his shoulders with both hands.

"Hiss—"

With a crisp sound, the Immortal Sect disciple was directly torn in half.

The Great Elder didn't say much, and even looked at all this with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

The disciples of their Immortal Sect have never been famous for their strength.

When fighting outsiders, even many disciples were abused.

But they were able to turn defeat into victory in the end.

Because no one can kill them.

Even their bodies were torn in half.

After Azeroth tore the first one, he didn't stop there.

In an instant, he came to the second disciple.

Hiss——

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth—

Hiss——

Hiss——

Hiss——

The sound of cloth being torn was accompanied by the sound of bones being snapped.

It was passed on continuously.

It was the first time Ling Xueer saw someone fighting like this.

She looked at Lao Mo in surprise.

Unexpectedly, this person who has never spoken much is so terrifying in battle.

No weapons, no moves, no skills.

It is simply tearing.

The Great Elder looked at Azeroth tearing those disciples apart, and he was disdainful at first.

It has been said that their undead dragons cannot be killed. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

However, after Azeroth finished tearing apart the fifth disciple, he realized that the body of the first disciple who had been torn apart hadn't recovered yet, so his heart skipped a beat.

Taking a closer look, I saw a small black sickle slashing across the torn bodies of these disciples.

At the same time, a weird scroll also appeared above their heads.

Although he couldn't see the soul being absorbed by these scrolls, he was sure that these disciples couldn't heal themselves, which was probably related to the sickle and the scrolls.

"Not good! Withdraw quickly!"

With a scream in his heart, he wanted to flee with his disciples.

However, it was too late.

A huge amount of energy suddenly surged out from Azeroth's body.

This energy turned out to be five colors.

Gold, green, transparent, red, khaki.

Seeing this, the Great Elder was even more shocked.

Five colors!

Five attributes!

how can that be!

At this moment, the energies of those five attributes quickly enveloped the disciples around them.

The next moment, these disciples were bound by these five energies and could not escape at all.

And Azeroth, at this time, continued to tear through one by one.

Wen Zilong's death sickle and evil spirit scroll kept up, so that those disciples who were torn apart had no chance of resurrection.

Meanwhile, the aura on Azeroth's body was constantly rising.

At the beginning, his aura was only at the eighth level.

But as he tore more and more, his momentum became stronger and stronger.

middle eighth stage;

eighth peak

early ninth stage;

mid-ninth stage;

Ninth peak;

Early tenth stage.

It didn't stop until it reached the early tenth order.

Wen Zilong felt this terrifying aura, and felt a little speechless in his heart.

In just one minute, from the middle of the eighth order to the middle of the tenth order.

This is really too perverted.

The Great Elder felt the terrifying momentum, and panicked in his heart.

When this guy tore apart these disciples at first, he didn't feel anything.

But at this moment, the momentum of this guy has far surpassed him, reaching the tenth level.

This made him completely flustered.

"No, you can't kill me."

"If you kill me, the Undead Sect will never let you go."

"Your family, your friends, will not let go."

Ezeroth grabbed the shoulders of the Great Elder with both hands, and a voice like ten thousand years of ice came:

"My family and friends have long been killed by you."

Before the words fell, hiss——

The Great Elder was directly torn apart.

And at the moment of being torn apart, the Great Elder suddenly understood.

He knows.

He knows who this guy is.

The already blurred memory of 100,000 years ago finally slowly recovered.

And in his eyes, there was an expression of incomparable disbelief and horror.

demon king!

This is the Great Demon King!

The Great Demon King is back!

He wanted to warn his people, but a black scythe flew over his head.

His soul involuntarily flew towards the black scroll.

It was swallowed by the black scroll in an instant.

Azeroth killed them without even looking at them, and finished off the remaining disciples.

Afterwards, he continued to hunt and kill those Undead Sect disciples.

a day later.

In the underground cave under the tiankeng.

The suzerain of the Undead Sect has a gloomy expression.

The 99 elders in the hall also had gloomy faces.

The Great Elder went out to check yesterday, but there was no reply until just now.

They sent a message to ask the Great Elder.

As a result, after making such an inquiry, it was found that the Great Elder could not be contacted at all.

Could it be that the enemy is so powerful that even the Great Elder is no match for them?

The suzerain pondered for a moment, and finally said:

"Send out 20 elders and bring 10,000 disciples to find out the enemy!"

"yes!"

The elders responded and hurried back to prepare.

The suzerain's eyes were full of anger.

In the past, if someone dared to come to their undead star, they didn't even have to leave an elder.

At most ten people can be sent over to get it done.

But this time, even the Great Elder was missing.

He had to send more elders and more disciples.

Twenty elders and ten thousand disciples.

No matter how strong the opponent is, they can grind each other to death.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still ordered the twenty elders not to fight after encountering an enemy, but to send the other party's message first.