Chapter 237 The Golden Winged Peng King cried angrily and left!
"Why are you so harsh?" a monster shouted loudly.
"He kept saying he wanted to kill me." Zhang Wenchang looked at the monster like a fool until he was speechless.
"Wake up the Golden-winged Little Peng King, are you okay?" A monster came forward, hugged the Golden-winged Little Peng King's head, and called softly.
"It's okay. There is no fear for his life. His soul and the Sendai are intact. As long as he takes a good recuperation, he may be back to normal in a month or two." Yan Ruyu, dressed in white, floated by and looked excited.
The monsters calmed them down.
"The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was actually defeated..."
"The human race is really an awe-inspiring race. There are geniuses in every generation, and they emerge in endlessly."
"Although the Golden Winged Peng King was defeated, it may not be a bad thing."
"Yes, King Xiaopeng's life has been smooth, and his path to cultivation has been really smooth. At this time, the path of the Great Emperor encounters obstacles. Let him learn a lesson and gain wisdom, and there will definitely be more improvements."
Many monsters knew that the Golden-winged Little Peng King was not dead. They knew that it was not a big deal and that they would be back to their original state as long as they rested for a while.
"Kill me! I have already lost. My path to becoming emperor is over. What's the point of living?"
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King was shouting. At this time, he seemed to have lost all hope. He felt that he was defeated by Zhang Wenchang and was going retrograde to defeat the immortals. There was no hope for the path of becoming an emperor.
Compared with the physical damage, the mental blow to him was huge. After all, Beidou practitioners have too much glass. As long as they lose, they think that they are not good enough. They have never thought that Luan Gu Emperor was defeated again and again.
, in the end, relying on the indomitable spirit, he reached the top and became the emperor.
Zhang Wenchang looked at the despairing Golden Winged Peng King and didn't know how to persuade this bird feather.
Zhang Wenchang is actually showing mercy. If he really wants to kill the Golden-winged Peng King, he only needs to add one more move to kill him during the sermon.
There were so many monsters shouting stop just now, which clearly showed their partiality towards him. After all, they are also monsters.
Zhang Wenchang naturally couldn't show off his face in this gathering place of monsters. He still behaved in a moderate manner.
Zhang Wenchang has several life-saving trump cards, especially the tortoise-snake lotus lantern, but he will never use it unless it is absolutely necessary and when his life is in danger.
After all, only in life-and-death battles can you hone yourself. If you only rely on hard work, you won't get there. Only in constant battles and collisions can you realize more things.
"If you want to die, isn't it easy? You can just kill the soul and the immortal platform yourself. Do you still need me to take action?" Zhang Wenchang smiled softly and gave the Golden Winged Little Peng King another mental critical blow.
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Several demon tribes took out the holy medicine for healing, gathered together the fleshy parts of the Golden Winged Peng King's body, and collected and purified his blood to help him recover quickly.
After all, it itself has the secret technique of racial recovery, and these pieces of meat and blood themselves have not lost their activity and can be recovered and used again.
Of course, although he also has that kind of secret healing technique, it is obvious that he has not yet practiced it to the point of being reborn with blood.
At this time, the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King no longer shouted. He seemed to have lost his soul and became very numb. He just lay there with his eyes wide open and allowed other monsters to help him recover.
Zhang Wenchang and Ye Fan, the bandits, walked to another corner, while the little dragon king in green and Yan Ruyu couldn't ignore the golden-winged little peng king.
At this time, they stepped forward to secretly transmit the message, and seemed to have a lot of words to say to the Golden Winged Peng King.
Finally, his eyes gradually regained their luster. Soon after, the demonic aura surged into the sky, the golden light shone, and the body of the Golden-winged Little Peng King was put together again, replaced by a golden Tianpeng true body that was tens of meters long.
Soaring into the sky.
"Brother Peng, don't do strenuous exercise. Your energy source is severely deficient. It's best to rest peacefully for a period of time. You'll recover soon." The Little Jiao King in Tsing Yi kindly advised.
At this time, his aura became very weak. The Four Extremes Secret Realm had been knocked down by Zhang Wenchang. Now it was only the third level of the Dao Palace. If he wanted to restore it, the fastest way was naturally to use the Tianpeng Zhen that was passed down by his family.
Blood bath.
He was so seriously injured that after flying in the sky for a while, he swayed and fell down with a bang. Then he swayed and turned into a human form.
"King Xiaopeng, how is your health now? Should you rest here or go back to your hometown? Your most important issue now is to repair your body." A demon clan kindly advised.
At this time, the golden-winged Xiaopeng King still had a sharp look in his eyes, staring coldly at Zhang Wenchang, not knowing what he was thinking.
Then he waved his hand, and the great wilderness halberd that fell on the mountain and made a big hole turned into a black light and flew towards him.
The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King grabbed it with his hand and held it in his hand.
However, at the next moment, his expression suddenly changed. He turned pale and sweating, and with a bang, the Great Wild Halberd fell to his feet.
He was so injured that he couldn't even lift the Great Wild Halberd. Part of his toe bone was smashed, and he roared in pain.
Soon the monsters who were traveling with him helped him put away the Great Wild Halberd.
"Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, how do you feel? Why don't you go to my secret room and meditate?" A young demon clan invited him.
The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King did not answer anyone. He had a sullen face and stared at Zhang Wenchang carefully with sharp eyes.
"You loser, compared to me, you are really no good." Zhang Wenchang met the eyes of the Golden Winged Peng King, raised his eyebrows, and then looked at him with a mocking look.
After taking a deep look at Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang, he turned into a golden light and rushed into the distance, and soon his backs were no longer visible.
Soon after, a monster came to report that the Golden Winged Peng King was gone and left this small world.
"Green hills remain unchanged, green waters flow forever, Golden Winged Peng King, I hope we can meet again next time. I hope that by then your mastery of various secret techniques will have reached the level of a top genius." Zhang Wenchang said to Golden Wings.
King Xiaopeng shouted from behind.
Zhang Wenchang thought, this time the Golden Winged Peng King would probably be so heartbroken that he would cry. He came to the Northern Territory with full confidence, wanting to propose to Yan Ruyu, attending the Yao Chi Grand Meeting, and killing the Holy Son of Yaoguang, but everything failed to happen.<
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Especially in the small world of King Qingjiao, he suffered such a shame and humiliation. If he could make a choice, he would rather stay a few days late to avoid Zhang Wenchang and his party.
The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King is too proud and arrogant. There is an old saying that goes, too strong is easy to break. How can a narrow-minded person become the emperor? If he becomes the emperor, he is really unqualified for his position.
Many old monsters hope that the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King can find lessons from this failure and truly recognize himself.
Only in this way can he continue to progress and sublime.
