Dragon and Tiger Taoist

The sky and the earth were silent, and a transcendent aura pressed across the sky. At this moment, the originally blazing flames of war were quietly extinguished. Looking at the cicada shadow in the sky, both humans and demons felt trembling from the bottom of their hearts. This is the power of the ten thousand year demon king.

"Cicada King!"

The stagnant thoughts returned to action again. Looking at the golden cicada coming from the wind and snow, panic appeared on Zhao Wuji's face for the first time. He did not expect that the cicada king would appear at this time.

The Cicada King was injured and turned into a cocoon. When he emerged from the cocoon again, there must be something extraordinary. This is difficult to conceal. According to the original calculation of the Dali Dynasty, the Cicada King should not have broken out of the cocoon so quickly.

The reason why he came here with Taoist weapons this time was that he received the news that King Xiao Hanchan had transferred the Black Dragon King and other monsters, and confirmed that he had a chance to kill King Xiao Hanchan and other monsters. Second, he was convinced that King Hanchan had not broken through yet. cocoon.

With thoughts floating in his mind, Zhao Wuji kept communicating with the Vermillion Bird Flame Flag, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response at all.

"No need to try. You are not Master Qianyang after all. You can't control this Vermillion Bird Flame Flag."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's little movements clearly, the Cicada King shook his head. His words were calm and without any waves. The moment his words fell, the frozen Vermillion Bird Flame Flag fell into its hands.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wuji's heart sank.

"Back when Zhao Qianyang swept across the Southern Wilderness with the Vermilion Bird Flame Banner, he killed three of my sons in a row and seriously injured me. Today I should pay back one or two."

Speaking of the pain of losing his son, the Cicada King remained calm and played with the red bird flame flag in his hand. It actually seemed a little uninterested.

After glancing at Zhao Wuji, the Cicada King flapped his wings casually.

It was at this time that the invisible cold air took shape, like a cold dragon with its teeth and claws, its mouth wide open, revealing its sinister teeth, trying to swallow Zao Wuji in one bite.

The moment this chilling energy appeared, tiny ice flowers condensed on Zhao Wuji's body.

Phew, the golden flames rose. Zhao Wuji wanted to melt the frost on his body, but he couldn't do it. He could only watch the cold dragon open his mouth and bite him. Although he was already standing at the apex of the real person realm, he was still so far away. The Taoist realm is still far away, because he does not have the power to grasp the true meaning at all.

But at this moment, the Suzaku crowed, and an illusory figure suddenly appeared behind Zhao Wuji. His figure was stooped, as if he would fall over if blown by the wind. He was wearing a Suzaku robe, holding a white jade fly whisk, and a hair whisk. He was bound by a red cloud hairpin, his complexion was sallow, his eyes were deep and sunken, only a pair of red eyebrows were raised, revealing an edge that could not be hidden.

A withered palm slowly stretched out, turning from illusion into reality, with invisible power lingering on it. The old Taoist pinched the cold dragon with its teeth and claws, just like pinching a small snake.

"Long time no see, Cicada King."

He casually crushed the cold dragon transformed into the cold cicada's energy, walked out from behind Zhao Wuji, and completely transformed from virtual reality to reality. Looking at the Cicada King with golden light flowing all over his body, he waved the fly whisk in his hand, and the old Taoist gave a slap in the face.

"Zhao···Qian···Yang."

Anger rose in his heart, and he looked at the old Taoist's face clearly. The peace and detachment that King Han Cicada had always had were no longer there.

"Use the power of blood to manifest the Yang God. You are waiting for me."

With Vajra sitting in his heart, the Buddha's voice echoed, the anger that had just aroused him was extinguished, and he returned to calm. At this moment, Han Cicada King understood something.

At this time, Zhao Qianyang seems to be the same as the real person, but in fact it is just the Yang God traveling. At this stage, the monk's soul has Yang energy derived from it, and it looks like the real body, and even bleeds when injured.

Compared with the Yin God, the Yang God has many fewer taboos. It is normal to travel during the day. However, the Qianyang Master can cross such a long distance and arrive here so quickly. Even if he has direct blood to guide him, he must have made preparations in advance. , it is simply impossible to complete in a hurry.

Hearing this, Zhao Qianyang did not deny it, and nodded with a smile.

After getting such an answer, it looked Zhao Qianyang up and down. The Han Cicada King seemed to want to see through something. It was not afraid of Zhao Qianyang's arrival, and was even a little surprised.

"In order to lure me out, he actually threw away the Taoist weapon that he relied on. This price is a bit high."

Over the past hundreds of years, the Chilling King has never forgotten the shame Zhao Qianyang brought to him, but after meeting him for real, he no longer had the urge to directly shout and kill.

"No, I'm afraid that King Cicada won't dare to step into my land of Dali again."

The smile on his face remained unchanged, and Zhao Qianyang gave the answer.

"As for the lost Taoist weapon, I can just get it back after I kill you."

The words were plain and overbearing, as if they were natural. As the words fell, Zhao Qianyang's dark eyes turned into bright gold. Behind them, it seemed as if there was a big sun rising. Its momentum was majestic and endlessly bright, and it instantly suppressed the Cicada King. The sky is full of wind and snow.

Ah, shrill screams sounded. At this moment, countless monsters had their souls burned, holding their heads and screaming, rolling on the ground. There was no real sun in the sky. It was the manifestation of Zhao Qianyang's divine will.

"Three Tribulation Yangshen? Are all your injuries healed?"

Feeling the aura rising from Zhao Qianyang, King Han Cicada had a bit of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

Judging from various previous performances, Zhao Qianyang undoubtedly failed to survive the thunder tribulation and was seriously injured. He has not much time left. But now it seems that Zhao Qianyang's aura is as strong as fire and there is no sign of injury at all. He is in good condition. It couldn't be better.

Clicking, scratching, a deep chill filled the air. Although there were doubts in his heart, the Han Cicada King's movements were not slow. His demon soul stirred and collided with Zhao Qianyang's manifested divine will. Although it was not as powerful as the cultivator Yang Shen, it was more violent. , like a ferocious beast that has lost its restraints.

At this moment, two huge momentums collided violently, causing the color of the world to change.

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Now let me see if you have the means to kill me."

Knowing that Zhao Qianyang could not be suppressed by the power of his soul alone, he glared like a diamond in his heart, and all the past events turned into raging rage. He no longer suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, vibrating his six wings, the Han Cicada King turned into a sharp golden light and slashed straight towards him. After seeing Zhao Qianyang, at this moment, its 40,000 years of cultivation were clearly revealed, and its demonic body was intertwined with blue ice patterns and bright gold patterns, which was the manifestation of its true meaning.

Seeing such a scene, a hint of murderous intent also flashed deep in Zhao Qianyang's eyes.

"With 40,000 years of cultivation, he not only recovered from his injuries, but also made breakthroughs. No wonder he dared to come to his door."

Waving the fly whisk, the center of his eyebrows glowed, reflecting a mountain of flames and a mysterious fire nest, with a Suzaku and a bronze mirror entrenched inside. The demonic aura around him rose, and he transformed into a Suzaku with thirty-five thousand years of cultivation. Zhao Qianyang directly faced the Han Cicada King.

At this moment, he was no different from a real Suzaku, spitting fire from his mouth, burning the sky, and looking fierce and majestic.