Seven hundred and fortieth chapters cover the sky dragon eagle
"The Devouring Divine Pattern will be of great use after being mounted. It cannot be wasted here, so rely on my strength."
"It's time to show off."
Chen Ling grinned, and armor with divine patterns suddenly appeared on his body, shimmering with golden light, as terrifying as a golden-armored god of war.
boom!
He took a step forward, exceeding the speed of sound, rubbing against the space, causing a harsh sonic boom. Large sparks were rubbed out under his feet, and the space twitched.
Instantly appearing on the edge of the storm, Chen Ling punched.
Although his cultivation level is only at the intermediate level of the Great Sage, how can a punch comparable to the peak power of the Great Sage be simple?
The road to simplicity.
The higher your cultivation level and the stronger your strength, sometimes the simpler and cruder the attack methods are, so simple that you can't avoid them and can't stop them.
"court death."
In the distance, everyone sneered.
When Si Xingfei and the other three saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel worried.
boom!
A long storm river was directly exploded, and the current was turbulent and dense.
Chen Ling stepped forward, ignoring the chaotic waves.
Bang bang bang!
Under the turbulent bombardment, Chen Ling's figure remained motionless, and the power of the shattering storm hit him, unable to even make a single trace of the divine pattern armor given to him.
Lightning passed through the first circle of the storm river.
"Hiss, he blasted a stormy river with one punch. This guy is not weak."
"To be able to do this, you must at least have the strength of a high-level Great Sage."
"And the armor on his body is probably a high-level ancient treasure, and its defense is amazing."
Chen Ling crossed the first stormy river unharmed, surprising many people.
"However, this is only the edge. The closer you get to the sacred mountain, the stronger the storm will be. Even the high-level Great Sage will definitely die. Unless you have the perfect strength of the Great Sage."
"Death is certain."
"A mere middle-level great sage dares to come and join in the fun, huh, I don't even dare to come close to a high-level great sage."
Amid the discussion, Chen Ling waved his fists this time.
In an instant, hundreds of fists were swung, and the dense shadows of the fists were like golden cauldrons, destroying everything, and another long river of storm was destroyed.
At the moment when it was destroyed, Chen Ling's body swayed and passed through the gap.
The third river of storms.
Click!
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"Holy shit."
"What's going on?"
"Could this kid be a peerless monster?"
"It was so scary, everything was smashed with fists."
The crowd was shocked.
To be able to achieve this, one must at least have the perfect strength of the Great Sage.
The Great Sage's intermediate level of cultivation is comparable to the Great Sage's perfect combat power, and he can already be regarded as a peerless monster.
As it goes deeper, the storm becomes more and more terrifying.
The most important thing is that it is extremely chaotic. It is no longer like a long storm river with clear edges, but countless intertwined.
There is still nearly fifty feet of distance left.
Chen Ling took a deep breath, with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.
The storm was far from strong enough to stop him.
boom!
He shot out and turned into a golden cannonball. His whole body was filled with blazing golden energy, and his sharp edges were revealed, like dense knives covering his whole body.
Click!
He rushed into the storm fiercely, and wherever he passed, the storms shattered and exploded.
"hiss."
"So damn barbaric."
"This guy is so strong."
"A peerless monster, terrifying."
"However, even if he climbs the sacred mountain, he is not qualified to compete with other people. Those guys are too strong, and they are all peerless monsters."
Everyone watched in shock as Chen Ling's journey was like a crushing boulder, rolling in countless pieces of debris, destroying everything. From a distance of tens of feet, in just ten breaths, he had already risen vertically and horizontally, and climbed steadily onto the sacred mountain.
His figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone was in awe.
The top of the sacred mountain is vast and vast, as wide as a thousand feet.
And in the center, a huge pool that was dozens of feet tall stood.
Above the pool, there is a true spirit.
Gudong!
"What kind of true spirit is this?"
Chen Ling's heart was beating wildly, and he stared at the true spirit in horror.
Is that the true spirit?
It is simply an ancient ferocious beast entrenched on the top of the sacred mountain.
Covering the sky and the sun, it is shaped like a dragon, with a head like an eagle, a sharp beak, four sharp legs, two wings on its back, and a purple-black luster that is breathtaking.
Its wings spread wide, truly covering the sky and the sun, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and raging with fierce evil energy.
Such a terrifying momentum may have surpassed the peak of the Great Sage.
"The Sky-Covering Dragon Eagle, the real spirit here is actually the Sky-Covering Dragon Eagle."
Chen Ling stared at the giant beast's head, his whole body trembling.
The Sky-Watching Dragon Eagle is one of the ancient behemoths. It is an extremely fierce and famous super beast.
With the bloodline of dragon and eagle, it is enough to rank in the top 100 among the ancient giant beasts.
"This is too scary."
Even Chen Ling, who originally had a lot of confidence, couldn't help but tremble at this moment.
The Sky-Zealing Dragon Eagle is not easy to deal with.
Especially the Sky-Zealing Dragon Eagle in front of me has obviously reached an extremely terrifying level.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling slowly looked deeper.
I saw a purple-black light curtain outside the True Spirit Pond.
A group of people stood outside the light curtain with eager eyes.
"The Sky-Zealing Dragon Eagle didn't move, so why didn't these people move either?" Chen Ling looked puzzled.
While hesitating, Chen Ling slowly approached.
"Is someone coming again?"
A group of people quickly noticed it and turned around to look.
"Intermediate level of Great Sage? It's interesting. You have some strength to be able to come up."
"Hmph, here comes another one looking for death."
"From the Divine Martial Palace..."
A group of people, all at the peak of the Great Sage, muttered something with disdain on their faces, saying they were too lazy to pay attention to Chen Ling.
Chen Ling walked over and quickly walked up to several powerful men from the Shenwu Palace.
"Chen Ling?"
There are four people in the Shenwu Palace here, all of whom are at the pinnacle of the Great Sage.
One of them frowned, looked at Chen Ling and said, "Chen Ling, you'd better leave. You can't interfere here."
"I've heard of you, you have some strength, but it's best for you to leave now." Another person looked at Chen Ling coldly and said.
The other two people just glanced at him and didn't even speak. They were extremely indifferent.
Chen Ling didn't care and said with a smile: "Senior brothers, I'm just here to take a look. You don't need to worry about me. I'll leave immediately if the situation goes wrong."
"This is the Sky-Covering Dragon Eagle."
"Hmph, it's up to you, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to leave after a while."
Chen Ling just smiled.
He could see that all of these guys present were at the peak of the Great Sage, but facing the Sky-Zealing Dragon Eagle, each one was more dignified and fearful than the last.
"Senior brother, why don't you take action?" Chen Ling looked at the warrior from the Shenwu Palace who spoke to him in a better tone and asked.
"idiot."
Another person said disdainfully: "The Sky-Zealing Dragon Eagle is transforming. Now it is comparable to a half-step saint. In the final stage of his transformation, he is at his weakest, and that is the best time to take action."
"That's it, thank you, senior brother." Chen Ling didn't get angry and smiled at the other party.
I'll take action later, and I hope you'll be the first to die.
Immediately, Chen Ling silently paid attention to the Zhetian Dragon Eagle.
The latter is entrenched in the air, sucking in the spiritual energy of the world at a speed no slower than that of a whale swallowing the world, and the aura on its body is also constantly rising.
The faces of a dozen warriors were extremely solemn, and at the same time they were deeply greedy.
Who among them can obtain the most powerful true spirit pool, and even become a saint in one fell swoop. (To be continued)