Chapter 1110 The Battle Power of the Demon King of the Tibetan Realm
Gradually, the sacred bird of the Peng tribe came closer, but the scene made the expressions of those present freeze. They saw the Demon King sitting on the back of the Peng bird.
Some people's faces are gloomy, what's going on? I asked Pengniao to call for people, but I didn't ask him to call for people!
"Could it be that he was suppressed by the Demon King and used as a mount?" The people in the Tibetan Realm understood the truth and were very shocked in their hearts. This was a hero of the Nine Realms.
The hero of the Peng tribe was extremely ashamed, but it was not his fault. Who would have thought that the Demon King of the Tibetan Realm would be so powerful in combat? He could not defeat his opponent at all.
Dao Ling's eyes fell on this huge battle platform. The battle platform was a hundred miles long, which made Dao Ling a little surprised. This scene was not small.
Then, his eyes looked around at the people in the Nine Realms. They were all very powerful, especially some of them. Dao Ling felt a kind of pressure. They had terrifying enemies!
People from the Nine Realms are also looking at him. Since the Demon King of the Hidden Realm can make a bird fly back with its feathers broken, there must be something extraordinary about him, and he may not be a mere mortal.
Dao Ling's eyes were a little surprised, because he saw that there were several more powerful masters in the Tibetan world, and each of them was extraordinary.
Among them, the prince's aura is the most powerful. There are two small thunder fields surrounding his eyes. He is very powerful. His thunder god body has been cultivated to a terrifying level. Dao Ling estimates that his current combat power is probably stronger than Tianpeng just now.
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Then he saw a strange young man, whose strength was somewhat terrifying, and there was a mysterious air current in his body. He was very extraordinary, and he was probably not weaker than the prince.
Lan Qingyun is also here. This guy's strength has also changed a lot, but now he seems very honest.
Dao Ling also saw many people who had never been masked before, and they were very powerful. In the Tibetan world, some geniuses were also killed during this disaster, and they could compete with the geniuses of the nine realms.
But the picture is a bit miserable. There are only about twenty people who can do it in the Tibetan Realm, but there are literally hundreds or even thousands in the Nine Realms!
"Dao Ling, be careful. I can't go into this kind of battle. The emperor's blood flows in my body. If it leaks out, I'm afraid I will be directly suppressed by the God's Seed Tianjiao. I didn't let Qing Shui come over this time."
Dao Ling's eyes fell on this strange young man. He didn't expect that this man was the Prince of Zhou. He definitely didn't want others to recognize him. In fact, Dao Ling didn't know that he had suffered many disasters because of his bloodline!
The descendants of the great emperor are too sensitive. If someone deliberately wants to suppress the descendants of the great emperor, the prince is afraid that he will be harmed.
The Tibetan Realm and the Nine Realms are different. They have incomplete avenues, so the gap is particularly large. However, the Holy War Land has complete avenues. It is reasonable for the Prince of Zhou to stand up. Even if he can go to the Nine Realms, his strength will become more and more terrifying.
Dao Ling estimated that this was the bloodline of the Great Emperor that had begun to become powerful!
"Peacock, where are you going to Prince Zhou? Remember, if this place opens later, don't get involved." Dao Ling told Peacock.
"Brother Daoling, I don't want it." Peacock shook her head, she didn't want to hide at this time.
"Don't be stupid, the skills you practice cannot be exposed!" Dao Ling said in a message: "Have you forgotten how the Holy Son saw it?"
Peacock's heart was awe-inspiring. Indeed, if the skills she practiced were to be exposed, the trouble would be huge. This is the Immortal Phoenix Sutra, a sutra comparable to the Emperor Sutra.
Although she is missing a core part, if she is recognized, she will be in bigger trouble than Dao Ling.
"Don't hesitate, I feel that the heavy attack battle is about to begin, and there are not many people here who can threaten me." Dao Ling took a deep breath and said through the voice.
Peacock gritted his teeth. Although he was very reluctant, it was best to retreat from this situation. If it were exposed, I don’t know how many people would be jealous. The Prince of Zhou is an example, because he has the blood of the Great Emperor. Who doesn’t want to get the Emperor’s blood?
Scripture!
Only a few great emperors have emerged in ancient times? They can only be counted on one hand.
"You are the Demon King of the Tibetan Realm. Come here. I have something to ask you."
Qing Caixia said lightly, she was followed by a group of slaves, and she was surrounded by a group of geniuses. It was like stars holding the moon, making her look extremely noble.
Dao Ling's eyes glanced at Qingcaixia and said, "Who are you? What's the matter?"
Qingcaixia's face suddenly darkened, and there was a cold look in her eyes. This was the first time she met someone who didn't know where she was from.
"Be brave, this is Miss Qingcaixia of the Qingyue Royal Family, the junior sister of the Little Saint King, why don't you come over and salute!" A girl shouted sternly with a gloomy face.
"Who is the Little Saint King?" Dao Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. Could this be the existence at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms?
Dao Ling's words directly aroused public outrage, and the geniuses of the Nine Realms were furious. The Little Saint King was a monument in their hearts, an invincible existence, and was ranked among the three major gods of the Nine Realms with Chaos Girl and Shen Wushuang!
These three are all terrifying little giants. Even a god can only tremble in front of them, especially the little holy king, who has banned gods!
"Demon King of the Tibetan Realm, you are simply presumptuous. Is this what you can ask the Little Saint King?" The Son of God Wanxiang said coldly: "If you don't want to die, come here right away. I also have something to ask you!"
"Who are you? If you fart, hurry up!"
Dao Ling stood in the void. Facing this group of tiger and wolf masters, he showed no fear. Instead, he had a terrifying aura blooming, reaching the sky and the earth, and his charm was astonishing.
"The Son of God of Wanxiang Academy!" He walked over and announced his name.
People in the Nine Realms are excited. The Son of God is about to take action directly. He is really powerful and domineering!
People in the Tibetan Realm are all cheering up and want to know how powerful the Demon King of the Tibetan Realm is. So far, the Nine Realms don't know what his true combat power is.
The divine bird of the Peng tribe sneered. It felt that the Son of God Wanxiang was seeking death. He was very powerful, but he was not at the same level as the Demon King of the Tibetan Realm!
"Xing Kai, is this the vice president? He seems very arrogant?"
Among the crowd, there was a star-robed woman. She was silver-white and slender, giving off a spotless aura. She stared at Dao Ling with her beautiful eyes and asked a young man next to her with a smile.
"Saint, don't underestimate him, the vice-dean is very powerful." Xing Kai snorted.
"I think you were beaten to the ground, and the vice-chancellor started shouting." The Holy Son of Star Academy laughed and his arms trembled.
"Damn it, Xingyue, if you dare to laugh again, don't blame me for being rude!" Xingkai said with a dark face. This is his sister, Xingyue, the saint of Xingchen Academy, who has many suitors.
"If you lose, you lose. Stop making excuses. Let's see how I suppress him later and take away the Star Palace." Xingyue said with a slight smile.
"Tch, you think you are Qiu Junjun, stop bragging here." Xing Kai snorted.
Boom!
A loud noise exploded here. The battle was much faster than they imagined. The Son of God of All Things was bound to win the Golden Bone, and he used his full strength as soon as he came up!
All kinds of terrifying supernatural light beams bloomed together, dazzling and dazzling, and each beam was filled with terrifying air currents.
All kinds of magical light beams merged into a furnace, and were controlled by the Son of God of All Things, forming a terrifying divine seal. The pressed void was riddled with holes, and large black cracks burst out one after another.
"You give me your life!"
The Son of God Wanxiang roared angrily, his head was dancing wildly, his palm pressed the divine seal, and he hit Dao Ling's head hard!
The eyes of everyone in the audience were wide open, wanting to know the true combat power of the number one person in the Tibetan world!
But the result shocked everyone. A shadow punched here, and the punch flew out, cutting off the sky and creating a terrifying abyss!
The fist of Wanxiang God Son was smashed to pieces. The terrifying force of the punch pushed him upwards and hit the chest of Wanxiang God Son. His body almost exploded and he flew away and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
The whole place was silent, some people's faces were twitching, and their eyes were full of disbelief, because the power of the Demon King of the Tibetan Realm was much greater than they had expected. This is the potential of the God Seed!
"It's interesting." Yinglong's eyes flashed, and he was eager to try it. He felt that Dao Ling's body was very powerful, and he wanted to fight him!
But then, its eyes narrowed and looked at the big whirlpool. The place was completely in turmoil, and some terrifying ancient Taoist palaces were hanging out.