The four barbarian saints stared at Kunpeng's eyes, hoping to see something from Kunpeng's expression changes. However, they were disappointed. Kunpeng did not show any performance, or his performance was a glance at the white tiger, waiting for his next sentence.

The White Tiger did not receive the ideal result, but was not discouraged. She stared at Kunpeng's eyes and said: If you were really using "Slaying Three Bodies", the Suzaku, the Qinglong would have already turned into ashes!

Kunpeng smiled and said: I have already said that this technique is learned from the three bodies of killing, but it is not the three bodies of killing, so fellow Taoists do not need to confirm it.

The four of them looked at each other, and the Suzaku Qinglong retreated and fought with Kunpeng in a fierce battle with the magical technique. The two were severely injured and needed to regulate their breathing. By the way, they could see if they could find Kunpeng's weakness.

Kunpeng is definitely not a three-body use. If you can see the clues, maybe the next time will be Kunpeng's death.

Baihu and Xuanwu stepped forward, their eyes turned and fell into silence, their eyes were empty, and the aura around them began to decay, and even their vitality disappeared.

Kunpeng did not dare to be careless, a trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he showed a decisive look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and his energy began to increase again. However, this time Kunpeng did not raise the sword finger of his right hand, but stretched his right hand flat, placed it in front of him, and placed the other hand on the side of his right hand.

What Zhuque and Qinglong can be sure of is that Kunpeng is not as easy as it appears. He must have suffered a severe injury and must have suffered a serious hidden injury.

Therefore, Kunpeng's attempt was to fight quickly and fight with magical skills at any cost.

The winner holds the number of popularity, and the loser becomes the whetstone of the winner.

The four barbarian saints could also see Kunpeng's intentions, but they knew that even if they deliberately delayed time, it was meaningless. Kunpeng, whose energy and spirit were raised to the extreme, could travel freely in the void. If they did not rely on magical techniques to fight, they would be wiped out one by one.

So the four barbarian saints have no choice but to fight against Kunpeng, and who will have a stronger life and will last longer.

However, seeing Kunpeng's posture and Zhuque who wanted to regulate his breathing behind him was stunned again and exclaimed: How is this possible! This gesture is not-

The two looked at each other and their breathing became a little short. It was hard to imagine that there was something that could make them so excited.

Qinglong and Zhuque did not remind Baihu and Xuanwu that the two of them had now sunk into the great way and had to use magical techniques and not be disturbed. Besides, even if the guess came true, they still had to fight with Kunpeng and never ended. If they could see through Kunpeng's trump card earlier, they would have a higher chance of winning.

The two of them had the same idea. They no longer wanted who would succeed in taking the lead by themselves, but wanted to see how many trump cards Kunpeng had not been revealed and how much did Kunpeng know?

Xuanwu, who had successfully sunk into the road, let out a long roar, and two blood-red lights shot out from his pupils, his face pounded, and blood vessels twisted, and it seemed that many tiny earthworms were crawling under his skin.

The white tiger's gray mist surrounds its body, wrapping its entire body. The gray mist keeps rolling, and eventually turns into a tiger's head with the word "King". Its pupils are grayish-white, staring at Kunpeng in front of it.

Kunpeng's expression is unwavering in ancient wells, or he is extremely cold and ruthless, with years in his eyes, and the sun and the moon rise and fall.

A vague figure appeared behind Kunpeng, just like Kunpeng's movements, but his face was not clear.

Kunpeng's left hand moved, holding the wrist of his right hand tightly, as if gathering all his strength in his body. His right hand slowly swung from the left toward the top, turned a circle, and returned to the far point.

After returning to the sanity of Xuanwu, the White Tiger naturally saw Kunpeng's movements. Like the Vermilion Bird and the Green Dragon, they were also a little dull, but then they realized that now either you die or I live. No matter how many secrets there are, it is meaningless if they die.

Baihu shouted coldly: The technique of dying the sky!

Xuanwu was hoarse and seemed to be unable to suppress the crazy murderous intent in his heart. A cold voice came out, "The Art of Breaking the Sky!"

The two of them rushed towards Kunpeng at the same time. The time on the Xuanwu side was confused and the space was twisted. The nothingness around the White Tiger was destroyed, torn apart and shattered by the White Tiger's aura.

Kunpeng seemed to have some senses, but his expression still did not change. His five fingers were spreading, and the black air in his palm lingered, and a blurred black roulette gathered under his palm.

Kunpeng's five fingers rotated slowly, very slowly, as if a little swing of his fingers required a lot of strength, "Morning the world!"

Xuanwu and white tiger arrived and collided with the roulette transformed by Kunpeng.

Boom boom boom boom, nothingness is shattering, bang boom boom, black gas, gray light, red mist, and continuous roars.

After a long time, a figure was thrown out and fell to the distance. It was Kunpeng, but Kunpeng's left forearm was broken and a huge claw mark on his right chest and abdomen.

Soon two more figures jumped out, half of the white tiger disappeared, leaving only one right hand, and Xuanwu's lower body disappeared.

This battle was tragic, but it was not stopping. Kunpeng's face turned pale and he spitted out a few mouthfuls of blood in succession. Although he transformed into his left arm, his body still couldn't help but tremble.

Xuanwu and the white tiger also vomited blood from their mouths, retreated back to the Vermillion Bird and the Qinglong, and looked at Kunpeng quietly.

Kunpeng smiled and said: What? What is the magical technique of "Moxie the World"?

The four of them didn't say anything, and Qinglong sighed for a long time: I really can't see through you, but next four of us will use the magical technique at the same time, Kunpeng, let me see how long you can last!

Kunpeng's face was solemn and said seriously: Well, I will tell you what a real monk is!

Although the physical body of a true monk is important, it cannot be relied too much on. Taoism is the foundation!

Kunpeng shouted: Four fellow Taoists, I will take over the ultimate magic technique I learned by killing the three bodies!

The four of them changed their expressions and stood in all directions, and sank into the avenue at the same time.

Kunpeng flashed, and eight figures jumped out in succession. As soon as he appeared, he fled to the distance. He stood in accordance with the direction of the Bagua, surrounded the four barbarian saints, and the ninth Kunpeng lived directly above.

At this time, a breath had passed, and nine Kunpengs saw sweat on their foreheads, and they showed pain on their faces, but they gritted their teeth to hold on.

Nine Kunpengs formed seals at the same time, staring at the four figures in the center.

Time passes, and two breaths pass.

The nine Kunpengs moved at the same time and rushed towards the center. The four saints in the middle returned to their minds, and their energy and spirit increased to their limits.

The four of them looked at each other, opened their mouths and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and sprayed them on their respective magic tools. With this nourishment, the magic tools made a light sound and the evil spirit soared into the sky.

All four of them guessed that Kunpeng was going to fight to the death, and he was willing to work hard at all costs. Kunpeng used this magic technique at most twice. In other words, as long as he held it up twice, Kunpeng would die, and the winner would be them.

As time went by, another breath came, and nine Kunpengs rushed to the four of them.

Nine figures shook, and did not pounce on the four barbarian saints, but bumped into each other.

Nine figures turned into a ball of liquid, rolling endlessly, and one breath passed and turned into a blue figure.

‘The ultimate reincarnation style of ninety-nine!’

‘The Heaven Burning Technique!’

‘The Art of Defeating Heaven!’

‘The Art of Death!’

‘The Art of Breaking the Sky!’

The central area was roaring endlessly, with five breaths continuously, and screams continued, including Kunpeng and four barbarian saints.

After five breaths, a blue figure escaped first and stood in the distance. The figure was a little dim. It was not the original body, but the transformation of the soul, but it was very weak.

The figure stared at the front, his eyebrows flashed, and the Nine-turn compass appeared, hanging above his head.

The figure is naturally Kunpeng. The reason is that the "Ultimate Return" is too domineering and can only last for nine breaths. Once nine breaths pass, the essence and blood will boil and explode and the body will explode.

Kunpeng had just stood still, and four figures escaped in a row, and they were the four barbarian saints.

However, now they are similar to Kunpeng, both of which are manifested in the soul. Kunpeng has to abandon his body, and they are dispersed by the ultimate rebirth style. Even the soul is dim and has been severely damaged.

What made the four people very helpless was that the various laws in their bodies were now free, and even they did not dare to enter easily. After all, that area was caused by the strongest magical powers of the five people. If the weak soul now enters, it will be strangled.

The four of them were like Kunpeng, with magic weapons hanging above their heads and staring at Kunpeng on the other side.

However, Kunpeng would not give them a chance to adjust their breathing because he didn't have much time and could not afford to delay.

Kunpeng's eyes flashed blue, the nine-turn compass fell under his feet, his body flashed, and he entered.

Kunpeng's face appeared on the bright bead of the Nine-turning compass. He looked at the four barbarian saints, "Four fellow Taoists, the Four Poles of Return to One Style, the World, and the Ultimate Return to One Style, all of which are other people's magic, but they are just obtained by my accidental gains and enlightenment. Next is my last blow, which is also my strongest Taoist method. In the life and death disaster, we should see who will live and who will die!

The Nine-turn compass is introverted and slowly rotates. The four barbarian saints all know that Kunpeng is the last to sacrifice his life, bet on his own way, bet on his own magic weapon, bet on everything about himself, and bet on his life and death disaster!

The four of them were not afraid. Although they were puzzled why Kunpeng knew the two magical techniques of "cutting the three bodies" and "beating the world", they also came to meet the disaster of life and death, and had long been enlightened to turn into stepping stones for others, but they were just dead.

It is true that if the four people who have lost their physical body use their magical skills and cannot exert their full strength, Kunpeng will take advantage of it.

But the world is unfair, otherwise why should I fight for a god position for the five of you?

If you say you have taken advantage of it, didn’t you take advantage of it before?

Besides, Kunpeng can be said to be impatient for the final battle, and there must be hidden diseases. The previous three magical techniques must have caused him huge hidden dangers, so he had to fight quickly.

The four of them saw the mystery, neither pointed out the secret nor avoided the battle, but just sank into the great way, using their souls to control the magic weapon, and made a last try.

Fight is fighting, killing is killing, and there is no word fairness.

In the Nine-Turn Compass, Kunpeng's cold voice came out, "Crazy Dao!"

In the prehistoric seal, the dragon roar shocked the sky, "The art of seizing the sky!"

In the White Tiger Talisman, the tiger roars in the mountains and rivers, "The Art of Death of Heaven!"

In the Vermillion Bird's mirror, the Vermillion Bird's roars, "The Heaven Burning Technique!"

In the Xuanwu Seal, dragons and turtles roar together, "The Art of Breaking the Sky!"

The nine-turn compass shook and collided towards the four magic weapons, like the roulette that destroyed the world.

The figures of the five people all appeared on the magic weapon, with a faint smile on their faces.

When the nine-turn compass hit the Xuanwu Seal, Xuanwu suddenly showed a look of pain, holding his head with both hands, and the blue light on Kunpeng opposite him flashed, and the light and darkness were uncertain.

Before the other three magic weapons came, the Nine-turn compass crushed the Xuanwu Seal and headed towards the other three magic weapons.

Boom boom boom, three consecutive roars, shaking the entire void trembled.

In the void, four figures were dim and their eyes were a little dull.

The white tiger sighed, "I'm afraid there is such a magical technique, which is probably no less than their killing of three bodies and purging the world?"

Zhuque was silent, but his figure was floating and dispersed at any time.

Qinglong looked at the direction of the prehistoric world, "Are we all wrong in our years of hard work?"

Xuanwu smiled and said: Maybe as he said, we are not monks, too long, and even we have forgotten that we are barbarian beasts, wild beasts of heaven and earth, but we have to learn from them to practice Taoism and realize Taoism. Is this the way we should take? Or have we taken the wrong way?

No one answered Xuanwu's question, because the other three figures had turned into crystal light and slowly dissipated, and Xuanwu who had finished speaking also slowly dissipated.

Not far away, a broken compass was hanging in the air, and a dim figure that was almost invisible stood on the compass, closing his eyes, as if he was experiencing something.

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Chapter completed!