There are a total of six holy kings in the Golden Winged Dapeng tribe. Peng Ju is dead, and three holy kings are still fighting on the front lines. Now there are only two left in the city.
There are quite a few saints, more than ten in total, but these few people are obviously not enough to see in front of Feng Jinghong and his party.
The seven holy kings destroyed everything and wiped out the entire Emperor Scarlet Star in half an hour.
The two holy kings of the Peng Clan could not escape, and were killed respectively. The entire ancient star flowed into rivers of blood, and mourning flooded the land.
It is worth mentioning that that boy Pengzhan was a bit brave and stopped directly in front of Feng Jinghong.
But of course he didn't come for Feng Jinghong,
Instead, he said to the little peacock: "Kong Ling, do you dare to fight me?"
The little girl curled her lips disdainfully: "I am defeated!"
However, after she glanced at Feng Jinghong beside her, she still walked forward alone: "Let's take action, I will make you fully understand the gap between us!"
Feng Jinghong looked at it with a smile. He understood that the little guy wanted to show off her skills in front of him. It just so happened that he also wanted to see her fighting talent.
To survive in the world of Zhetian, it's not enough to just practice cultivation. You also need to be able to fight. This talent can only be reflected in actual combat.
"One hundred and eight thousand swords!" Peng Zhan used a magical power that Feng Jinghong was familiar with as soon as he came up.
The golden feathers broke through the air, each root as sharp as a sword, and shot out like a violent storm.
Kong Ling's face was dull, the tail feathers behind him shook like a huge color screen, brilliant five-color divine light bloomed, and the endless divine feathers disappeared out of thin air.
The great magical power of the peacock tribe, the five-color divine light!
Although Kong Ling is not yet able to swipe everything, his magical power is more than enough to defeat Peng Zhan.
Knowing that this move would not affect the opponent, Pengzhan shouted angrily,
He drew out a thirty-three-section whip and swung it over.
The air twisted and the wind howled.
Ethnic groups that have produced ancient emperors will intentionally imitate their ancestors when forging Taoist weapons, and obviously the Peng tribe is no exception.
The Peacock Tribe is not good at the physical body, but Kong Ling is not afraid at all. She lightly clicked, covered her body with a five-color armor, and then slapped it with a palm.
Keng! The golden whip trembled, and the armor groaned.
The two of them each took a dozen steps back, then quickly rushed together to fight.
Pengzhan looks like a crazy demon, with his blond hair flying wildly, and his blood energy billowing like wolf smoke.
Even if you look at the whole universe, the physical strength of the Golden-winged Dapeng is the best. He is not afraid of close combat and is extremely brave!
Kong Ling was originally not capable of close combat with the Golden-winged Dapeng of the same realm, but just after being baptized by Feng Jinghong, she clearly felt that her body was much stronger, and her blood, flesh and blood seemed to have endless power.
strength, so he chose the toughest way to play.
Use force to fight force, use violence to fight violence!
The golden light shines and the whip shadows are heavy. Pengzhan turns his grief into anger and exerts his combat power to the extreme.
At this time, even if there is a deep mountain in front of him, he can explode it.
But what shocked him was,
Even though I tried my best, I still couldn't defeat the person in front of me.
In the blink of an eye, 500 rounds have passed. Instead of being exhausted, the opponent is becoming more courageous and more powerful as he fights!
Kong Ling's battle was so hearty that she felt the power pouring out from her limbs and bones. Every attack from the opponent helped her digest this power better and transform step by step.
The body becomes lighter and lighter, and the strength becomes stronger and stronger!
Feng Jinghong saw clearly that this was not her illusion, but a fact.
The energy of the Holy Spirit Fairy Liquid and the elixir fragments cannot be digested by a fourth-level monk at once. Most of the medicinal power is locked in her body and will be gradually released in future training and battles.
Now Pengzhan's attack is like a furnace fire, becoming the catalyst for her to digest the power of the medicine.
Fists, palms, legs and claws, all fighting with whips! Kong Ling, wearing battle armor, kept colliding with the golden whip, causing sparks to fly.
After two thousand rounds, Pengzhan finally couldn't resist her strength. The golden whip was broken by a punch, and then the fist punched into his chest without stopping.
Boom! Pengzhan vomited blood and flew across the tower, destroying a palace complex.
However, this person was stubborn and rushed back after roaring angrily: "I won't give in!
In hundreds of thousands of years of fighting, the Peacock and Dapeng tribes have long reached a consensus:
The peacock has strong magical power, and the roc has an unparalleled physical body!
Just like the last battle, Kong Ling used his magic power to suppress Peng Zhan.
But now he actually lost to the opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, which Pengzhan couldn't accept!
Kong Ling's tone was indifferent: "It's useless to be unwilling, go and reunite with the old ghost Pengcheng!"
The five-color divine light reached the sky, surging down like a huge wave, and directly knocked Pengzhan back to the ground, breaking his bones and tendons.
There is indeed a gap in strength between the two sides. If Kong Ling hadn't tested his own body, this battle would have ended long ago!
"Tianpeng is immortal!" Pengzhan used mystical skills to heal his injured body and rushed forward again.
However, Kong Ling no longer gave him a chance, and the five-color divine light condensed into a forest of swords and struck down immediately.
The sword light was heavy, and Pengzhan's proud body was chopped into minced flesh.
The golden color rushed out and fled into the distance. At the critical moment of life and death, Pengzhan was still afraid after all.
Kong Ling's eyes were indifferent, and a huge peacock silhouette appeared behind him.
The shadow opened its mouth, and an invisible force of gravity came out. Pengju's soul struggled hard but to no avail, and was swallowed by the peacock.
"Not bad, not bad, ferocious enough!" Feng Jinghong nodded in praise, and several others also nodded. The little peacock's performance was unanimously recognized by everyone.
Kong Ling looked calm on the surface, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes. Obviously Feng Jinghong's approval was quite important to her.
Brush! There was a flash of silver light, and an armor made of great silver was put on her body.
"This is..." Kong Ling was surprised.
"A reward for you." Feng Jinghong said with a smile.
This is the top holy weapon, and it can be regarded as the standard configuration he gave to his disciples, one set for each person.
"Thank you, Master!" The little guy's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
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Dichi falls!
When the three holy kings of the Peng tribe on the front line received the news, their minds were numb. Didn't they say that they were about to launch a full-scale attack to wipe out Xian Ling? How could their own family be destroyed?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The two commanders did not believe it and rushed back in a hurry. As a result, they ran into Tianyu and Anji, and they also delivered food.
The remaining Holy King was very cautious and left the Shenyu Galaxy with a small number of troops, leaving some seeds for the Dapeng tribe.
The Peacock Tribe was mobilizing the whole tribe and preparing for a desperate fight. However, the enemy suddenly retreated, leaving them confused.
It wasn't until Feng Jinghong and his party arrived with Kong Ling that they knew what had happened...
The news spread, and the entire ancient star was boiling. Billions of living beings shouted for the Immortal Emperor, and the sound shook the heavens.
Over the past hundreds of years, the Peacock Tribe has been defeated again and again, with numerous casualties and casualties. Now that they have finally won, how can they not be happy?
Nowadays, there are only three holy kings left in the Peacock clan, and the number of saints does not exceed two digits, which is really miserable.
"Hundreds of years ago, there were eight holy kings in our clan, but old man Pengcheng suddenly took action and half of them were gone in one go..." Chief Peacock sighed softly.
"This is the emperor's temple. Your Highness, please go in on your own."
Feng Jinghong nodded and walked into this extremely magnificent temple.
The loyalty of the Peacock tribe to the Immortal Emperor is really high. Even if the war continues, the incense here is still strong.
The memorial tablet of the Immortal Emperor is enshrined at the highest point. Next to it is a slightly shorter tablet with a strange yet familiar name engraved on it - Kong Ning.
Feng Jinghong had mixed feelings in her heart, she was his biological mother.
The Immortal Emperor once said that his mother was amazingly talented and had a heart as high as the sky. Even though the Immortal Emperor had already attained enlightenment, she still wanted to make the ultimate leap. As a result, all the ways suppressed her and nothing was left.
With a sigh, Feng Jinghong bowed respectfully several times, and then offered three sticks of incense.
Although he is no longer the original emperor, since he has taken over someone else's bloodline, he must fulfill his corresponding responsibilities.
Then he lit a stick of incense for all the gods and generals enshrined in the temple, and then left.
Feng Jinghong stayed at Xianling Star for half a year to build the foundation for Kong Ling.
He also passed down the "Tao Jing" and "The Ancient Scripture of the Demon Emperor" to the Peacock Clan, and gave the Peacock Clan leader a bottle of dragon marrow that could extend his life, and then he was ready to continue his journey.
"Master, I want to go with you!" Kong Ling's eyes were red.
Feng Jinghong patted her little head: "It's too early for you to take the ancient road to the starry sky. When you become stronger in the future, you can naturally come to Beidou to find me."