Chapter 632: Bend the bow and set up the spear to kill the Jinwu
There was total silence in the distant sky, and people watched all this quietly, with a Tao map covering the sky and the sun.
Ji Haoyue's combat power was beyond imagination and she even killed the first rising star in Beihai.
Ji Haoyue reached out and refined the flesh and blood of the nine-headed dragon king, turning it into nine drops of blood essence. He couldn't use it, so he could use it for Xiaotongtong. This was the best medicine.
In fact, the most suitable thing for Tongtong was the Golden Crow essence and blood, but he was too preoccupied with the battle to collect it.
However, it's not too late.
"Taoist Chiyang of the Golden Crow Clan, don't hide. If I see you, get out."
Ji Haoyue looked towards a certain direction on the island and said coldly.
Taoist Chiyang is the younger brother of the King of the Golden Crow Clan. He has a frightening background. He is the smallest giant of the clan and can be called a genius of his generation.
Rumor has it that the other party fought against Yin Tiande fourteen years ago and fought thousands of rounds before losing.
There is a blood feud between the Golden Crow clan and Ji Haoyue. After hearing what Ji Haoyue said, Chiyang Dan simply chose not to hear it. He made up his mind not to go out and die even if it meant embarrassing himself.
In other words, he was frightened to death by Ji Haoyue's demonic power.
Today is the birthday of Master Xuangui. It is impossible for Ji Haoyue to get to the island. Even if he cannot lift his head in the future, his life is not as important.
As for watching the play, all the monks were looking forward to it, wanting to see the Young Emperor of the Golden Crow King take action.
The result was a disappointment to them. Taoist Chiyang hid in the crowd and had no intention of coming out to challenge.
"Old Crow, if you can't get out, do you still want to lose face? The face of the Golden Crow Clan has been lost by you alone. How could the Golden Crow Clan have such a coward like you?
Death is not terrible, the important thing is to have backbone. You would rather die standing than live on your knees."
Ji Haoyue stood with her hands behind her back, looking straight in the direction of Taoist Chiyang, speaking righteously, as if she hated iron for not being able to become steel.
People who don't know better think that the elders are giving guidance to the younger ones, but when it comes to things, everyone looks weird. You, Demon King Ji, are so fierce. You scared Chiyang into timidity before he even started fighting. What are you doing now, persuading others to let you kill them?
?
What nonsense is this!
"Chiyang, it seems that you can't escape this battle. If you don't fight today, the reputation of the Golden Crow clan will be ruined.
Moreover, I will never die with my eyes closed, you must avenge me!"
Ye Fan didn't know when he transformed into the dead Nine-Headed Jiao King. He appeared beside Taoist Chiyang with bleeding from seven holes and said coldly.
Chiyang Taoist Xunsheng walked over and was so frightened that he almost screamed. He had just witnessed the Nine-Headed Jiao King being killed nine times in a row by Ji Haoyue.
Now it suddenly appears again, which is too scary for the Golden Crow.
The forces that were originally fawning over the Golden Crow clan were frightened and dispersed.
At this time, Chiyang was completely exposed in front of everyone, and it was no longer possible to shamelessly say he didn't come afterwards.
"Ha ha!"
That boy Ye Fan has regained his original appearance and smiled brightly. It’s really interesting that these grandsons are afraid of ghosts.
Ji Haoyue also had to give Ye Fan a thumbs up for this cool move. Sure enough, evil things like ghosts are very intimidating no matter what world they are in.
"Chiyang Old Crow, if you kneel down and kowtow ten times to Grandpa, your life will be spared."
Ji Haoyue looked down at Taoist Chiyang and said disdainfully.
"If I fight for my life today, I will kill you."
Taoist Chiyang had a dark face and strode forward. As he faced the emptiness, a vision appeared behind him. Every step he took, it became clearer and clearer.
"Crash!"
An ancient golden tree shakes down thousands of divine lights. This is a vision in the ancient legends of the Golden Crow tribe, and few people can achieve it!
It was a hibiscus sacred tree, full of golden leaves that rustled, and nine ancestral crows lived on it. They looked down at the world, as if they were hunting across ancient time and space.
"Vision, I have a few too."
Ji Haoyue stood with her hands behind her back, her white clothes fluttering, and she said calmly.
The sky suddenly became dark, and the vast yellow desert was endless, desolate and vast. Only the thick smoke from a huge beacon tower stood out, lonely, but so strong and persevering, like a thorn.
The war that breaks the sky.
A vast, dead sea of sand. Mighty, quiet, and all yellow to the eye, just like the mysterious Western Desert, as if the hands of the emperor piled the boundless yellow sand into rolling hills, solidifying everything in an instant.
turned into eternity.
Only the thick black smoke that pierces straight into the sky is like a war spear defying the heavens and defeating immortals, and the fighting spirit soaring into the sky will never be extinguished.
The sound of rumbling is endless, and a river flows endlessly, never to return, and a round of blood red slowly falls!
The sky became dark, and a Milky Way seemed to be crossing the Milky Way. The silvery brilliance was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.
The next moment, the Milky Way dropped down and merged with the rushing river.
The desert is solitary, the sun is setting in the long river, and the Milky Way is setting in the sky!
At this moment, three visions merged together and formed an intoxicating scene.
And Ji Haoyue's attack method was even more simple and crude. As soon as his vision was revealed, he directly crushed them. Come on, let's hurt each other. It's a head-to-head confrontation. Whoever is a coward will be the grandson of the other.
Ji Haoyue's vision had already mutated. It was a vision that she dared to fight against when encountering the Holy Body, even the vision of the innate Holy Body. How could she be afraid of Chiyang Taoist's monotonous vision?
"ah"
Chiyang screamed, his heart filled with fear. His vision was crushed and shattered into fragments all over the sky. He himself also suffered a backlash and coughed up blood.
"Let's see how you run away this time!"
At this moment, Ji Haoyue took out a golden divine bow, which was an imitation of Hou Yi's bow, inserted the nine-headed dragon king's blood-diamond divine spear into the bow, and locked the arrow at Chiyang Taoist.
"puff!"
The Chiyang Danren suddenly felt his blood and soul trembling, as if he had encountered a natural enemy. Then he saw a bloody light rushing towards him, the red spear penetrated directly between his eyebrows, his head exploded into blood mist, and his soul was even more...
He was crucified immediately!
Chiyang's combat power was so powerful that he was considered to be more terrifying than the Nine-Headed Jiao King. He definitely had mid-level Seven Forbidden combat power, but he was killed in one blow.
All the monks were turned to stone. This was no different from being killed instantly. The youngest brother of the invincible king of the Golden Crow clan, a giant of the generation, died like this. This was like a myth.
"Brother Ji, I also contributed, so this spear is given to me."
Ye Fan rose into the sky and caught the Blood Diamond Spear, saying he couldn't put it down.
"Take it!"
Ji Haoyue is very generous and looks like a rich man. Now he has a huge fortune of 500,000 yuan. When he has some free time, he must have a good time. There are many good things.
In the sky above the boundless black ocean, Ji Haoyue reached out to refine Chiyang's body into essence and blood. If he found Wan'er, it would be a good idea to give it to the little girl as a meeting gift.
This is a very terrible scene. If you don't let it go even after death, it is destined to become an eternal picture that cannot be destroyed. He is like a demon god, reflected in the hearts of the monks present.