Chapter 1705

"Hehe, Chen Shaofeng, you've been hiding here, but I've been waiting for you to fall into the net for many days." the black shadow monster smiled angrily.

When the shadow monster called out Chen Shaofeng's name, everyone present looked at Chen Shaofeng.

The leaders of the surrounding caravans all looked shocked. They looked at Chen Shaofeng, and their legs seemed to be nailed to the deck of the flying cart. They didn't dare to move.

The oppressive force emitted by the dark monster made all monks understand how powerful the other party was.

Chen Shaofeng stood up and walked out slowly: "what should I be? I thought it was a monster of the demon family. Take a closer look, it was a monster of the demon family."

"We demon clan are monsters? You humans are not monsters?" the shadow monster sneered.

Soon, the shadow monster came out of the black wind, and its face immediately appeared in front of everyone.

Surprisingly, this dark monster has a human face.

He was dressed in black armor and had an extremely human like posture all over his body.

However, even if you don't look carefully, you can see that this demon clan actually only has a face that looks like a person, and other parts of the body have body parts of other races.

"Who are you anyway?" asked Chen Shaofeng.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you that I'm a demon general in the demon army under the command of the demon emperor. My name is Ling mo." the demon human monster reported his name.

"Never heard of it." Chen Shaofeng shook his head.

Chen Shaofeng usually doesn't remember enemies who don't pose much threat to himself.

"Ha ha..." Ling Mo didn't say anything about it.

As the information said, Ling Mo felt the arrogance shown by Chen Shaofeng.

The two people's undisguised dialogue was heard by everyone present in the caravan.

Many monks looked at the human monster of the demon family with great fear and felt palpitation in their hearts.

Because Ling Mo didn't hide his accomplishments, all the monks present could see how strong he was.

However, even so, many monks have never seen such a powerful cultivation.

"What a profound cultivation! I have never met such a powerful demon clan!"

"Such cultivation must be more than holy fairyland! I'm afraid I have to reach the peak of holy fairyland!"

"In my opinion, even the leader of our sect doesn't have this kind of cultivation. It should be the peak of fairyland? I've seen a monk in fairyland from a distance before, but it's obviously stronger!"

"We're finished!! why did the demon clan find us?!"

The monks present were very flustered, but no one dared to walk carelessly.

The other party is so powerful. If you act rashly and cause the other party's dissatisfaction, you may be killed.

Fear enveloped the crowd, and they still took chances, hoping that the enemy could spare them.

This is the weak who hand over their own destiny to each other.

Even if you fight hard, you can't change your destiny. This is the weak.

Facing the powerful Lingmo, the monks felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

This is the cruel world, where individuals can destroy groups.

Although mortals are also very afraid, they are not as frightened as friars.

Because all people are frightened when they face a real fairyland friar. The atmosphere that friars will kill them at any time is enveloping them. For them, as long as they have cultivation, they are equally terrible.

Even if Lingmo is very strong, people can't feel it. At most, they just feel the strange emotion in the atmosphere.

As for the caravan leaders on the flying cart, like other friars, they don't know what to do.

At this time, Basan suddenly remembered something.

His face gradually showed a frightened color, looked at the human monster of the demon family, and said in a shocked tone: "it's it?!"

"Basan, do you know this demon clan?" asked the bearded leader.

"It's more than knowing him. He's one of the devil generals! Cultivation is the peak period of the virtual divine realm. His talent is so excellent that even the demon emperor praises him again and again. Sooner or later, he can be promoted to the divine human realm! He's the right and left arm ordered by the demon emperor!" Basang gnawed his teeth.

"What?! that is to say, he is a confidant of the demon emperor?!"

After hearing the word "demon emperor", the caravan leaders on the flying cart almost fainted.

The devil's confidant?! At ordinary times, they can only look up and don't think that the other party will come to them.

It's terrible that they provoked monsters of this level?

"Dead! We're dead!" Basan was so scared that his teeth fought and his tears flowed directly.

Seeing Basan like this, the other caravan leaders also felt incomparable regret.

Originally they could go back, but later they continued to move forward.

Sorry! I should have gone back! Who said to go back?! Why not hold them!!!

The atmosphere on the flying cart became extremely low, and the leader of the caravan sobbed.

Only friars like them can understand how terrible the enemy of that level is.

Just like ordinary people see a monster thousands of meters in size and invulnerable to weapons, that kind of fear and powerlessness completely occupy the whole body.

They have no choice but to die!

After all, who can save them?! That's the demon family expert at the peak of the virtual spirit realm! They're dead

Basan was also completely desperate. He knew this would happen. He would rather work as a white worker for loan lenders and receive less than one tenth of his normal salary. No matter how bad it is, there will be little wine beauties!

"It's over... It's over!" Basan was so anxious that he stamped his feet all the time, and his tears couldn't help flowing out.

But even crying, Basan could not get the hope of survival.

"Basan! Basan!" the bearded leader suddenly pulled Basan.

"What are you doing? We're all dying..." Basan glared at the bearded leader.

Unexpectedly, the bearded leader said, "the demon clan doesn't seem to come for us, but for Chen Shaofeng."

Basan was stunned at first, then glanced at him contemptuously and said, "do you think that guy will let us go?!"

The caravan leaders also looked at the bearded leader, hoping that he could say something that would make them full of hope.

The bearded leader said, "well... I'm afraid not."

The of the caravan leaders was even more depressed.

"However, I have a good idea. It's better for us to be the running dog of the demon clan than to die." the bearded leader suggested.

Listening to the words, the hope of survival also appeared in the eyes of the other two caravan leaders.

This time, Basang lost his temper, but he was not optimistic about this method: "although we are cultivation in paradise, if we don't plant the slave seal, will the demon family adult let us go? You know, the slave seal is not planted casually."