903 Chapter 903

When Mr. Wolf came back to his senses and pulled his head out of the ice, the members of the Demon Slayer Alliance had already rushed out from the dark.

A group of people lined up, and as far as the eyes could see, there were dense figures in the sky, each of them was an extremely powerful top expert, at least a middle-level fairy king.

"Devil, if you kill me as a cultivator in the fairy world, heaven and man will kill you, and you should be hacked into pieces." A peak fairy king scolded.

Lin Lang in the black robe paused, and looked at the people in front of him playfully. He naturally knew why these people were blocking the way.

"mob."

Blood Demon Lin Lang spit out four words lightly.

There were hundreds of Immortal Kings present, including many Immortal Kings of the Peak Realm, and some even long-established Immortal Kings of the Tianxin Realm.

No matter where it is placed, it is a terrifying force. But in the eyes of the blood demon Lin Lang, among such a group of fairy kings without top powerhouses, there is no opponent who can fight him for a few rounds.

It's no different than a mob.

pity.

The group of fairy kings didn't hear the voice of the blood demon Lin Lang, and they still scolded from the top: "The devil, if you don't put down your weapon, you can catch him without a fight!"

Gorefiend Lin Lang didn't seem to hear it, and continued to walk forward.

opposite.

A group of fairy kings are facing a formidable enemy.

"Why should I stop? Have you ever seen a demon who is being slaughtered by the neck?" The blood demon Lin Lang smiled easily, and still walked forward with ease.

finally.

There was the first Immortal King who couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere and took the lead. This is a peak fairy king. He sacrificed a treasured tripod, and the tripod was circulated, and he bombarded Lin Lang in the direction of Lin Lang with boundless power.

"Like an ant."

Lin Lang stretched out his hand, and directly stamped his palm on the treasured tripod in front of him. With a mighty tremor, the treasured tripod was smashed into pieces.

It turned into a sky full of fragments and fell.

"This……"

All the fairy kings looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a chill in their hearts. That was a holy artifact, and it was smashed into pieces so easily with the palm of his flesh?

What level of physical body is this?

"I'll kill him!"

Among the crowd, a strong fairy king emerged from the crowd. This person was eight feet tall, like an iron tower, but his face was like a crown jade, and his facial features were neat.

A proper handsome guy.

This person is the young patriarch of the Rage God Clan, with a cultivation level of Heavenly Heart, and is known as the proud child of the younger generation of the Rage God Clan. He has almost been designated as the helm of the next generation of the Rage God Clan.

"Monster, today I will kill you as a sacrifice to the heroes of the world!" As he spoke, the young patriarch of the Rage God Clan raised a dark cloud and charged towards Lin Lang.

in the cloud.

It seems that there are countless soldiers fighting, and there is a desert, and there seems to be gods beating drums, and the sound of drums is shaking the sky.

"Still weak."

The blood demon Lin Lang didn't lift his eyelids, and smashed the dark clouds with a slap. No matter how wonderful your supernatural powers are, you can't escape the power of a slap.

The vision in the cloud was instantly dissipated, and the young head of the Rage God Clan was startled. Although he knew that Lin Lang was strong, he was mentally prepared.

But his supernatural power was blown away by one blow, which still shocked his mind, just at the moment when he was stunned. The wolf boy on the ground had climbed up again, and attacked Lin Lang with boundless anger.

He wanted to kill Lin Lang to vent his anger!

He controlled the thunder and lightning, turned into a wolf with the head of a man, his palms and feet turned into wolf claws, and launched a sneak attack from behind Lin Lang with extreme speed.

Lin Lang turned around and had a hard blow to Mr. Wolf. Four bloodstains were scratched on his palm by Mr. Wolf's claws, but they failed to penetrate the skin.

And Mr. Wolf.

It was under this move that he was thrown out heavily. At this time, Mr. Bee and Butterfly also made a move. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and a vision appeared behind him, and it started to rain lightly.

He was dressed in white, with a pink butterfly on his shoulder, walking in the rainy night, like a nobleman full of melancholy, with a beautiful artistic conception. Similarly, the avenue of rich water flows in the rain, resolving thousands of attacks.