"The restriction of the Demon Palace has finally been broken..."
"Brothers, there are treasures inside. Whoever can get the treasure will soar into the sky..."
For a moment, there was a noise everywhere in the sky. Suddenly, a very powerful energy fluctuation came from the sky, causing many people to change their faces. Immediately, all their eyes were cast on a figure in front of the Demon Palace, which was Jin Peng Langjun.
Behind the Jinpeng Langjun, a pair of broad golden wings spread out, covered with plump and sharp feathers, shining with sharp chill under the reflection of the light.
"Everyone, I want some treasures in this Demon Palace. As for other treasures, I can leave them to you. If anyone wants to snatch treasures from my Golden Peng clan, he will announce that he is an enemy of my Golden Peng. Don't blame me for being ruthless at that time!" The Golden Peng clan turned around, like a god, flew past everyone like an eagle looking at the wolf.
Feeling the vigorous fluctuations of Yuanli in Jinpeng Langjun's body, many people's faces suddenly changed.
Too overbearing!
"The restriction of this Demon Palace was opened by everyone together. Can the treasures here only belong to your Jinpeng clan?"
"Yes, why..."
"Although your Jinpeng clan is strong, we are also quite large."
Jin Peng Langjun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his eyes fell on a cultivator who was shouting the most. The other party was in the Eight Yuan Realm King Realm. Among this group of adventurer practitioners, their strength was able to rank in the middle and upper position.
Whoosh!
A golden feather fell off its wings and turned into a very light golden light, tearing the air apart, making a sharp roar and shot towards the King of the Eight Yuan Realm.
"Jinpeng, you are too bullying!" The King of the Eight Yuan Realm roared angrily, and at the same time, whistling out of his body, punching out, and the space was distorted.
But the golden feather was not at all obstructed and suddenly poured into the throat of the Eight Yuan Realm King, penetrated the front and back.
A squirt of blood splashed out.
Wang Lengye, the Bayuan Realm, stood in the air, his face twisted muscles, showing an extremely painful expression.
Suddenly, the body of the Eight Yuan Realm King shot out a column of light the size of a thumb, and hundreds of beams burst out from their bodies, dazzling and dazzling.
Canopy!
My body burst into blood mist and filled the air.
This scene made many practitioners with anger in their eyes stunned and stunned. The pupils quickly shrank like soybeans, and a chill all over their bodies.
That is the king realm of the Eight Yuan Realm, not a cat or a dog, and the practitioners who come to the ancient demon forbidden area to take risks are definitely not just famous people.
But Jin Peng Langjun was lightly killed the latter in seconds, which made many practitioners frightened and looked fearful.
"You have to ask me why, it's my strength!" Jin Peng Langjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his sharp gaze slowly swept across the air, and everyone's eyes avoided it, not daring to respond to its sharpness.
"Of course, my Jinpeng clan is not the kind of arrogant and domineering clan. I said that the treasures here will be taken first by my Jinpeng clan, and the rest will be divided equally for you. If anyone dares to object, stand up." Jinpeng Langjun said loudly, and Yuanli wrapped his voice, spreading melodiously.
The whole sky was silent and greetings, and the lessons of the past were right in front of me. Who dared to object?
Seeing the scene in front of him, Jin Peng Langjun was very satisfied, and his lips slowly outlined a rebellious curve.
"The Jinpeng clan is indeed generous and will give us other treasures." At this moment, a very abrupt voice came from behind.
When the sound came, the eyes of countless practitioners in the sky suddenly moved over, and in the distance of the sky, a group of figures were coming with a rush of wind, about hundreds of people, each of which exuded a powerful aura.
Jin Peng Langjun frowned, and a little cold luster appeared deep in his eyes.
This group of people came to the sky outside the Demon Palace in an instant, and each of them exuded a powerful aura.
"Brother Qiu Fan, it's him. I want to kill my elder brother, me and Sister Jing..." In the crowd, a pretty woman had a cold face, and a green jade finger pointed at Jin Peng Langjun from the air.
This group of people are members of the Hanba tribe, the people shouted by Yan Yu and Bajiming who escaped.
In the crowd, a man with an iron tower was headed, his eyes staring at the Jinpeng Langjun.
"Oh, it turned out to be Qiu Fan. I didn't expect you to come?" A smile appeared on the corner of Jin Peng Langjun's lips.
"Mr. Jinpeng, if I don't come, will you even dare to kill my Hanba tribe members and even rob my Hanba tribe of treasures?" The man in the Iron Tower said coldly.
He faced the leader of the young generation of the Hanba tribe, Qiu Fan, and a strong man in the peak realm of the kingdom.
"They are the two of the Hanba clan?" Jin Peng Langjun showed a look of surprise, "I just knew about this, but even if I knew..."
The King of Jinpeng suddenly stopped, and then his eyes surged with a ruthless look, "Block my way, kill you without mercy!"
"Do you really think that there is no one in my Hanba tribe?" Qiu Fan said, and the energy in his body surged out, and his body immediately expanded, and he glared at the former.
"Qiu Fan, although you are powerful, have you forgotten that you were my defeated general in the last time you experienced it?" Jin Peng Langjun sneered.
The two of them looked at each other from the air, as if two electric lights collided and the electric flowers were flickering.
"Someone came out..."
"There are actually people in the Demon Palace..."
"When did they enter the Demon Palace?"
"Can they be members of the ancient demon clan?"
Suddenly, a series of slightly surprised noises sounded one after another, and Jin Peng Langjun and Qiu Fan's eyes immediately projected over, and two figures came out at the door of the Heavenly Demon Palace, one man and one woman.
The man's long black hair floated in the wind, his body was slender and upright, and there was a long sword behind him, with a temperament like a cold river reflecting the moon.
The woman's three thousand black hairs drooped, her hair ends curled, her cold and pretty face was cold, and her eyes were big and clear, like a pure lily.
"Mr. Zhuo, sister!" Yan Yu immediately looked surprised on his face when he saw the two of them.
"Shadow Killing King, Xiao Jing." When Bajiming saw the two, a huge rock fell in his heart and a smile appeared on his face.
Jin Peng Langjun's face changed slightly at this moment, and from astonishment to gloomy. He never expected that he had been fortunate enough to break the restriction of the Heavenly Demon Palace outside, and Zhuo Bufan and Yan Jing had already entered the Heavenly Demon Palace.
"Shadow Killing King, you're so easy to find me!" Jin Peng Langjun narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly closed his palms, clenched his fists, and his eyes were filled with a cold feeling like a black ice.
After Zhuo Bufan absorbed the ancient spiritual soul, he found that the restriction of the Heavenly Demon Palace was bombarded. He knew that he might meet Jin Peng Langjun when he came out of the main hall, but he had no other choice. Besides, Zhuo Bufan wanted to avenge that palm, so there was no need to bypass Jin Peng Langjun.
He also wanted to try how powerful the "blood staining technique" after being recompiled by the mysterious shell is.