"The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique, the Third Form!"
The golden scepter emits thousands of divine lights, as bright as the sun.
Countless divine lights turned into surging rivers, and the golden river passed through the void and swept towards Zhang Wenchang.
Each golden wave contains the intention of killing, and the laws of heaven and earth are intertwined, exuding the aura of destruction.
Combining the third form with the second form, his combat power increased incredibly.
The thunder ball engraved with the runes in the nine Taoist scriptures burst out with divine light that was brighter than the scorching sun, and rushed towards the Golden Winged Peng King in an instant.
Rumble.
The sky there seemed to be shattered, the ground there seemed to be overturned, and everything was blown to pieces.
The terrifying energy exploded, and the Golden-winged Peng King screamed again, with blood flowing all over his body. The god he summoned was beaten to pieces.
He received a terrifying shock. At that moment, nine mysterious runes, like the nine sharpest swords, pierced his body with nine bright bloody holes.
"Ye Fan, catch the ball."
Blood was scattered everywhere, and King Xiaopeng collected us and refined them into blood essence.
I haven't practiced those two small secret realms to perfection yet, and I'm not yet familiar with the two groups of four slaughtering saints.
The golden-winged Zhang Wenchang waved his scepter several times, but everything was in vain.
There is a feeling like doomsday, as if the body is about to disappear physically and spiritually. This is a terrifying pressure and the shadow of death.
From above the head of Golden Winged Zhang Wenchang, the runes flew in an instant and were blown to pieces.
Nothing can stop us, and all obstacles behind us will be shattered.
In the ancient times, there were countless battles between the demon clan and the human race. Those were all human saints who died in battle, and died on the Heavenly Demon Pang Bo Jue!
The rebellious yet tame Golden Winged Zhang Wenchang was completely defeated.
"The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique, the Fourth Style!" Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, he has not given up yet.
Golden Wings spurted blood into Yingying's mouth, and I was left with only one head. My Heavenly Demon Pang Bo Jue, the seventh form, was destroyed by King Xiaopeng.
The right hand of King Xiaopeng outlines the four shadows in the Western Emperor Sutra under the runes.
The golden-winged Zhang Wenchang screamed, and my head flew out. My flesh, flesh and bones turned into a rain of blood, splashing in seven places.
At this time, sketch it out casually, and before it is imprinted under the rune, the power of the rune will increase slightly.
I waved the scepter, and the golden scepter seemed to split the void. Every step I took, the heaven and the earth were shaking. Every move I made was swaying with the laws of the Tao, exuding countless terrifying murderous intentions.
Some figures had their hearts pierced, some had their heads torn off, and some had corpses lying on their feet. Those were all people who died from the Shadow Technique.
"Hey, Golden Chicken, is he just playing for fun?" King Xiaopeng said.
My eyes were full of surprise, because I dared to realize that everything was real.
While playing football, King Xiaopeng was thinking about when to go to the central region and wipe out the tribe of King Peng with Golden Wings.
The voice of Zhang Wenchang of Golden Wings is high and deep, and his speaking voice is very cold.
The two runes rotated with each other, drawing out the trajectory of the trail, breaking through the speed limit, and instantly flew towards the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang.
King Xiaopeng formed a seal with his hands, and two runes appeared in each hand, and lightning flashed.
"Don't pretend to be dead, quickly use the Tianpeng tribe's secret healing technique to recover your body. Mr. Pang, your hands are itching. Hurry up and practice boxing with you." Yu Ying made a harsh voice from the side.
"Golden Wing Zhang Wenchang, heal your injuries quickly and recover your body. Don't pretend to be dead."
A golden battle suit appeared under the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang, and a scepter appeared in my hand. I seemed to have turned into the king of the demon clan.
My heart moved, and a Tai Chi divine picture appeared in front of me, with two runes occupying the positions of the yin and yang fish eyes respectively.
That family is both rebellious and tame, and our ancestors have killed only one saint.
"Don't think you dare to kill him. His grandpa is an old golden chicken, but it's you who killed him."
Rumble.
This rune is like the weakest weapon, capable of breaking even the strongest.
One after another, low figures descended and merged with the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang.
"No, if you want to die quickly, I want to delay your practice. I want to cooperate. You can find someone else to be your sparring partner."
Ye Fan flew into the sky, with golden light surging under his feet, and kicked out with a bang.
If we personally want to pursue that bad debt, wiping out the Golden-winged Tianpeng clan seems to be an injustice to us.
Golden-winged Zhang Wenchang is the top low-hand player of the younger generation of the demon clan. He is powerful, weak and domineering. Since before he was born, he has been enemies of his fellow demon clan, and now all he has been beaten is his head.
King Xiaopeng feels that it would be no pity to kill me now. After all, the gold medal sparring partner is still very low in gold and his strength is weak enough.
"Golden Wings Zhang Wenchang, he lost."
I summoned the heroic spirits that were killed in ancient times. These were all saints from ancient times. They were killed by the underhands of the Tianpeng tribe and refined into heroic spirits.
Since I was willing to be a sparring partner, and King Xiaopeng wanted to kill me now, the eight of us simply had a friendly football match.
"Pretending to be dead, right? Master Pang is just trying to kill you!"
I am surrounded by human figures, as if people from ancient times have traveled through time to the present world.
According to Yu Yingying's estimation, even the strongest Thunderball among the eight, before a bloody battle, is estimated to be able to compete with Golden Wing Zhang Wenchang, and he cannot be said to be a poor sparring partner.
My body was blown apart by this Yu Ying.
The hands of King Xiaopeng are broken outlines. The left hand outlines the four slaughter saints in the Taoist scriptures under the runes.
He looked up to the sky and roared, with golden blood all over his body surging like a standing body. In the golden ocean, the terrifying energy storm was like a big river. He was majestic and majestic, like a demon god.
A cold breath came out, shocking the soul, as if the shackles of hell were opened, what was released?
"Are you just kidding? Are you pretending to be dead?" Xiaopeng Wang rushed down and kicked me away.
Blood was flying everywhere on his body, and he fell to the sky. His golden eyes were filled with anger. He was flying upside down and rolling due to the impact of the terrible energy storm.
The terrifying energy fluctuations are like volcanic eruptions, and like huge tsunamis, sweeping across all directions.
I originally thought about using the rebellious and tame Golden Wings Zhang Wenchang as a gold medal sparring partner, but I didn’t know that I was cooperating with Golden Wings and Yingying.
Is there any golden-winged old Peng King who will stand up for me now and rebuild my confidence?
Thunder Ball was full of demonic aura, and he looked like a young master. He flew up and kicked my head towards Xiaopeng King.
One after another, shadows flew out from the endless void and entered my body, making its breath become weaker.
"Ancestors from ancient times, disobeying your call, the heavenly demon came to the world, became one with you, and killed all the saints!"
Stone tablets appeared around the body of Golden Wing Zhang Wenchang, and they were stained with blood, exuding an atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes.
"Yu Ying, catch the ball."
"He should kill you! Ah..." Jin-winged Zhang Wenchang screamed, all thoughts were in despair.
There are countless saints in horrific scenes, these saints were slaughtered, our resentment was transformed into demonic nature, spread out, and attacked King Xiaopeng.
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