Chapter 1666: They Are All Clones of the Great Devil

It turns out they are all clones of the great devil

"Oh! You are quite capable. Our Twelve Demon Generals lost a clone before our true body arrived.

It seems that there are still a few decent races on the Xuanwu Continent! "

Zhen Mo looked at Zhang Xing and knew that this was the person who was fighting Le Tu.

But he dismissed Zhang Xing.

This guy is so young, how can he have any fighting ability?

Let's capture that blue-faced orc and drink his blood.

Thinking of this, Zhenmo licked his lips.

"Clone?"

Letu, who was kneeling on the ground, felt something in his heart, and a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

It turns out that what we summoned was just a clone of the Demon God.

Let me just say, the demon clan is not that weak.

The elders of other totem clans were also extremely surprised.

The clones are so powerful. If the real body comes, who else will be the opponent of the demon gods?

"It's just a clone. I won't pay more attention to you until your real body comes."

Zhang Xing was dismissive in his heart.

"That blue-faced boy who killed our demon general, come out and fight with me.

As long as you can catch the three moves of this demon, I will spare your life. "

Zhenmo said with his hands behind his back, completely contemptuous of his life.

Shengyi curled his lips, squinted his eyes, and turned his head to the side.

It was obvious that he looked down upon the true demon's posture even more.

“What a demon, what you say is like fart, no one believes it.

Besides, there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to catch my boss’s three moves alive. "

"Your boss? Who?"

Zhenmo looked around, but didn't find anyone with a very powerful aura.

"Idiot, do you have eyes for breathing?

My boss is standing right in front of you! "

Shengyi glanced at Zhenmo.

"Just him?"

The real devil has no reaction to the word "idiot".

I don’t know if I really don’t know what it means or if I’m pretending not to know.

Or maybe he doesn't want to be angry.

He looked at Zhang Xing and shook his head repeatedly.

Zhang Xing was as calm as still water, with no extraordinary aura leaking out of his body.

In the eyes of the real demon, he is a delicacy that can suck up all the blood at any time.

Even if he uses some technique to hide his aura, there is no need to worry.

How powerful can an orc who is less than twenty years old be?

"Zhen Mo, I'm very curious, how much cultivation can your clone have like the original body?"

Zhang Xing suddenly asked.

"Eighty-nine points...ugh!"

Zhenmo answered subconsciously, but immediately shut up after saying three words.

What a cunning orc.

But it doesn't matter even if they know, they will die soon anyway.

"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore, I'd better taste your blood first

How does it taste? "

The real demon waved his big hand and grabbed Zhang Xing.

"Haha! A clone dares to be so arrogant in front of me. Even if your true body comes, I won't take it seriously."

When Zhang Xing finished speaking, the real demon's grasp was still moving slowly.

There was an incredible look in his eyes.

I tried my best to use all my magic power, but it was still so slow.

Everyone in the Totem Clan and the Beast Clan looked surprised.

"What is Master Zhenmo doing? Is this slow motion on purpose?"

"It's very possible that Master Zhenmo is playing tricks on that kid!"

“…”

Playing with your sister!

The real demon was depressed to death.

When Zhen Mo's arm entered within ten meters in front of Zhang Xing.

Suddenly it felt like I had entered a thousand-year quagmire.

It takes a lot of effort to advance the arm every inch.

He knew that it was not a swamp, but an aura.

People on Xuanwu Continent call aura a domain.

The demon clan calls it the Demon Realm!

And having an aura with a radius of ten meters is enough to be called a domain.

These twelve demon generals can spread their aura to within half a meter of their body.

It’s not even a demonic realm!