Without Yuanhui's Yuanhui's Yuanli blessing, the purple gold bowl was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it had changed from a hundred feet in a circle to about three feet. The Saint King of Whispered Wings suddenly shivered and hurried forward and lifted it up.

If Wu Tian was beaten to death by Yuan Hui, but was squeezed to death by this bowl, that would be the most afflicting way of death in history.

The top-grade artifact of the Purple Gold Bowl was thrown aside, and the Brushing Yang Ge pierced into the stone platform, and the cold breeze flashed at the top. He lay flat on the ground, unable to move at all. Most of the bones in his body were broken, and the flesh and blood on his palms disappeared, and the pale bones exposed looked tragic.

Wu Tian opened his eyes and saw that it was the Saint King of Miaofeng. He asked with a breath of energy: "Miaofeng, have we won?"

The Saint King of Miao-Wings knelt down on one knee and whispered: "We will win, my emperor!"

Wutian just laughed and saw a purple-green stream of light coming from afar and landing in front of the mountain gate of Nalanda Temple. Wutian looked at the Holy King of Miaochi, and Miaochi shook his head fiercely, denying that it was his own possibility.

At this moment, Wutian was as weak as a little girl. If the Saint King of Miaoying left, any monk could crush and kill Wutian.

The light and shadow were Tangcheng. He restrained his wings and fell down, rubbed his eyes, and could hardly believe that this was Nalanda Temple. The originally flat stone platform was bumpy, and the spectacular plaque was broken all over the ground. Several corpses lay on the ruins in a row, looking like a doomsday scene.

There was still a burst of energy inside Nalanda Temple, with golden light flashing, and screams from time to time. It was obvious that the battle was fierce. Tang Cheng stepped forward.

Suddenly, someone behind him shouted, "Is it Donald Tang?"

Tang Cheng was startled and turned around quickly, but found that it was his old acquaintance. When we first met, the Dharma nature was so elegant and extremely elegant. At this moment, the Dharma nature still looked like a gentleman. The front of the ephedra monk's robe was stained with blood. He lay on the ground, which looked like a corpse than a corpse.

Tang Cheng hurried forward, helped him up, took out a Weituo Dan and fed him, but Fa Xing shook his head and refused. Fa Xing struggled twice, supported the ground with his hands, and said anxiously: "Go away! The demon clan colluded with Shura in the underworld, and the sect has fallen. We immediately went to Sumi Cliff and shouted out those fellow disciples who were in seclusion, and it would not be too late to plan for revenge!"

Tang Cheng did not dare to neglect him, so he picked up Faxing, spread his wings and flew. Faxing suddenly said, "No, without the token of the leader, there is no way to wake them up. Faxuan and others were fighting with the demon clan over the Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni. Let's go and see if it is still there?"

Now, Tang Cheng's eyes were dark. Tang Cheng could not verify anything about the Dharma nature said, and there was no time to verify it. The resistance of Nalanda Temple was rapidly weakening, and if it was delayed, I was afraid that the two of them might not have left.

Following the direction pointed by Dharma Nature, Tang Cheng slapped his horse and arrived in a blink of an eye. From a distance, Tang Cheng saw the Saint King of Whispers at a glance. This guy's shape was extremely cool.

The golden wings are more dazzling than gold, with long hair like a waterfall, and they are casually scattered behind them. Their eyes are as narrow as a knife, and when they turn, they are like blades shining. In contrast, Wu Tian on the ground is like a passerby. But it is

After scanning his eyes, Tang Cheng saw that the Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni was in the hands of an old monk. Seeing his eyes wide open and his beard was full of regret.

As the abbot of Nalanda Temple, Yuan Hui is the most powerful person in Middle Earth. At this moment, he is like a piece of rag, with holes all over his body.

Tang Cheng's wings did not hold up, his feet were a little on the ground, and he suddenly threw his magical nature into the sky. Then, his wings flapped and rushed towards the blonde man.

The Saint King of Miaoying began to be alert the moment the two of Tangcheng arrived. If Tangcheng and Faxing were just passing by, he would never take action. After all, the burden of Wutian, who could not move, would inevitably be restrained when he took action.

However, the other party is the enemy, and Tang Cheng will never be lucky.

The moment they met, Tang Cheng had decided to kill these two guys and get some interest for Yuan Hui. The people of Tang Cheng were halfway through, and then waved them, and five red and beautiful sword lights rushed away.

The Saint King of Whispered Wings coldly raised his arms, crossed and slashed, and two feather-shaped energy burst out, sealing the Gantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword.

The power of the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword is contained. If the person who encounters this sword light for the first time is despised, he will suffer a great loss. Although Miaochi does not look down on Tang Cheng very much, he dare not be negligent because of Wutian. This is a coincidence.

"Boom!" Qi was the least skillful thing to do with Boom. As the collision sounded, the red lightning burst and spread around, causing the wonderfully winged Holy King to frown.

Only then did he realize that the sword light simulated the power of the heavenly tribulation.

The Saint King of Miaochi frowned because he was not afraid of Tang Cheng. As the demon saint who was traversing the northern Juluzhou, Miaochi had not been afraid of anyone. However, he could not move at this time, and he was extremely frustrated when he started to move his hands.

Tang Chengxuan's eyebrows were like that, but Tang Cheng was a little surprised, but Tang Cheng was not here to compete. His eyes turned cold, and the blazing white sword light attacked the Saint King of Miaofeng like a storm.

As the first Duize Xinjin Divine Thunder Sword, the center of the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword, the Sage King of Miaoying worked very hard to catch it. The bursting lightning light was condensed into a sword, and its lethality and suddenness were enhanced by countless times.

If the Saint King of Miao-Wings and Tang Cheng faced each other head-on, the Saint King of Miao-Wings would never block the attack of the lightning as he is now; he would only wander around the periphery and look for a deadly opportunity.

However, Miaochi is now worried about Wutian's life and death, so she can only spend one protective magic weapon after another to fight. The Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword used by Tang Cheng is definitely not something that ordinary magic weapons can resist.

Fortunately, the magic weapon of Miaoqi is not an ordinary item. It is made of his own shedding feathers. It is as big as the heart, and the instrument moves when it is intent. It is the most suitable for defense.

Golden Feather Cloak.

The blazing white lightning slid on the golden wings and entered in search of gaps, as if it was a poisonous snake that swung its tail quickly. Although the golden cloak was good, the Thunder Sword was definitely not so easy to resist.

Under the continuous attack of the blazing white sword light, after only three breaths, the golden feather cloak was shattered by the Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword. Seeing that the door was wide open, Tang Cheng shouted coldly: "Die!"

The golden thunder sword carried the unparalleled power and slashed straight towards the Saint King of Miaofeng. Judging from its power, it seemed that it wanted to kill Miaofeng and Wutian. The Genshan Thick Earth Divine Thunder Sword is the most divine power.

The Holy King of Miaoying shouted, and his golden wings suddenly restrained, wrapping him and Wutian together as if he was a training exercise. However, the golden divine thunder was extremely heavy, and the carrier had endless huge power. Each blow knocked Miaoying back.

After the ten swords, the Saint King of Wonderful Wings had no choice but to retreat.

Wu Tian saw that Miaochi was in a state of discomfort and was very worried and said, "Miaochi, if you lose, leave immediately. It is better to die only one of them if you die."
Chapter completed!