You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 769 This Game Can Be Solved

"Instead of dying with a bunch of you men, it would be better to die on the front line of the demon clan. This way, I can leave a deep impression on future generations. Don't you think so~"

On the sword wheel not far to his side, a carefree man shouted loudly. Although what he said was nonsense, the light between his eyebrows was the brightest. This guy had already developed the determination to die.

"No, there must be a way, there must be a way, you don't have to do this!" The little fat man was about to step out of the formation platform anxiously to stop it.

However, he never expected that he would be pressed back by a powerful spiritual force.

"Young Master has a promising future, so there is no need to advise you. I only hope that one day when our sect is in trouble, you can protect us once, and I will be satisfied~~"

They stood up, left the sword wheels they were guarding, and walked out of the formation. There were nine of them in total, and they were also staring at the nine black balls floating in the air.

"Today may be the day we brothers die. After thousands of years of practice, it is worth it to die heroically! Hahaha!"

They smiled at each other, all showing relief.

"No~"

The little fat man's voice was a little hoarse, and he was full of resentment towards himself. Why wasn't he stronger? Why were there such stupid people in this world?

However, before the crystal clearness in his eyes emerged, his spirits were forcibly boosted by a voice transmission. This voice was like a life-saving straw between life and death.

The fat boy's expression lit up with joy, and the sadness in his heart suddenly turned into strong joy. He laughed and shed tears at the same time, as if a bullied child finally saw his parents coming.

There were only seven words in the words that came to my ears: "This game can be solved, cooperate with me!"

In great joy, the little fat boy did not even bother to wipe away the tears from his eyes. He controlled the formation and stopped the powerful men again.

"Sir, what are you doing?..."

"Young master, the situation is urgent, you can't be willful!" said the handsome young man.

"Yes, the time limit of the reverse blood curse is limited. We don't have much time to waste!"

The little fat man smiled and said, "I admire the character of the seniors! But I am afraid that I cannot fulfill your request. Please stop the reversal of blood curse. If anyone has to die first today, it will be me."

"Young Master, you..."

"Don't worry. Just as the demons have their own methods, humans also have their own wisdom. This situation is not unsolvable. I just hope that you seniors can help me once and believe in me unconditionally! If this is successful, all the credit will go to you."

Faced with the inquiring eyes of the crowd, the little fat man did not say anything else. He looked at the snake's tail that was still whipping towards him, and the playful gaze of Zhu Jiuyin in the distance. The arrival of those words was like a shot of cardiotonic in his heart.

The spell between their eyebrows dissipated, and vitality returned to their destiny, but they looked even more listless, their destiny was empty, and their souls were unstable, as if they had suffered a serious illness. Seeing what the young master said, they had no choice but to muster up their spirits and meet the enemy.

"Seniors, let's start like this!" The little fat man opened the sword in his hand, suddenly turned it over, and the formation diagram suddenly lit up.

Wei Duan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but clench his lips when watching the little fat boy's operation. He didn't expect that the little fat boy would actually use all his spiritual power on this formation. If he was not careful, the damage caused by the reversal of the formation would cause the formation to self-destruct.

This scene shocked everyone so much that they didn't know what was going on. They thought the fat boy had also gone crazy and wanted to drag the snake down with him to die together.

Although they are passionate, they never want to die.

Fortunately, the fat man's desperate move finally succeeded, causing the spiritual power that had been deposited in the formation to be stirred up again, and the formation light became brighter and returned to its peak.

As if knowing that it was the decisive moment, many powerful people injected their spiritual power into the formation.

The spiritual light flickered, the formation suddenly rose up, the pressure was overwhelming, and it actually forced the snake's tail and the black ball back.

"Oh? Are you going to fight to the death? It's a pity that you are too weak. It would be better for you to be swallowed by the gods. It would be a worthy death!" The Demon King in Zhu Jiuyin's body also perked up at this moment. Both sides knew that it was time to decide the victory.

The Dao Zun formation was online, but this time the long sword was emitting a cold light.

Both sides stood still, breathing silently, waiting for the final tranquility before the decisive battle.

The little fat man was waiting for an instruction.

This instruction did not make him wait long.

"Zhu Jiuyin is the blood of five hundred demon kings and the ancestors of the demon clan. His aura is quite chaotic and blocked by the black flames. But I saw that there are seventy-two veins in Zhu Jiuyin's body to transport demonic power. Unlike the formation, Zhu Jiuyin is very dependent on demonic power. Once the demonic power stops supplying, Zhu Jiuyin will instantly lose the ability to move and be at your mercy. This vital point is a hundred feet below his head."

A hundred feet below the head is the vital point. The fat boy's trust in Changqing is almost unconditional. After all, how could his senior brother, who has helped him countless times, joke with the future of the human race?

"I understand!" The little fat man nodded, but frowned. If Zhu Jiuyin was really that easy to deal with, they would not have ended up like this.

Zhu Jiuyin only has three abilities: extreme speed, terrifying black flames, and powerful strength.

Just these were enough to interrupt their multiple attacks, not to mention the terrifying power of the black flames. If they were even a little slower, they would be severely damaged by the nine black fireballs. It seemed like a fantasy no matter how you looked at it.

As if knowing the little fat man's worries, Chang Qing sent another message in secret: "I want you to quickly get to the position where you can strike with your sword after you make your move. Leave the speed of Black Flame and Zhu Jiuyin to me. Remember, there is only a split second, and only one chance. If you fail, then you really fail, and there is no possibility of recovery. Do you understand?"

The fat boy's heart stopped suddenly, and he handed the most difficult step to his senior brother, Zhu Jiuyin, who was comparable to the peerless man. Could his senior brother really do it?

His senior brother was indeed mysterious, but could he really do this?

The fat boy didn't believe it. No one in the world would believe this crazy idea.

Suddenly, the fat boy had an idea. Even he thought it was impossible, and the demons would not care. How could a kid full of demonic energy who suddenly came into the battlefield turn the world upside down?

Perhaps they would just regard the suddenly appearing figure as a demented young man seeking his own death. No one would care and would just make fun of him.

An absurd idea popped up in the little fat boy's mind - maybe his senior brother could really do it.

His thoughts were shared with everyone else, and they all knew Zhu Jiuyin's weakness in an instant. However, if they did not carefully consider the key points, it would still be extremely difficult to strike with the sword. The Demon King in Zhu Jiuyin's body would not give them too much time to think.

On the other hand, the little fat man seemed to be inexplicably confident, as if he had already seen the result of this sword strike. He went straight forward regardless.

At this point, the powerful can only hope that luck is really on their side...

Zhu Jiuyin's roar broke the silence between the two. After the continuous attacks, the many demon kings not only consumed half of their ancestral blood, but also had little demonic power left in their bodies. They were only slightly better off than the people in the sword formation, and they knew they could not delay any longer.

At the same time, both sides rushed to one place. They all regarded this fight as the final battle. Whether to become Zhu Jiuyin's food or to complete the task of slaying the dragon, all depended on this moment.