Fantasy: Regenerated Into A Grass, Accompanied By A Willow God

Everywhere in the dead mountain is filled with mysterious colors, and even gods and monsters who live as long as heaven live here in seclusion, overlooking all living beings.

If you are targeted or targeted by people there, there is basically a dead end. Even a large force like Ancient God Mountain with a foundation of more than Thousand Years will inevitably end up being razed to the ground.

Some people sighed, but the voice was not loud. After all, it was related to the momentum of the rise of the human race. Huang Hao was a rare and precious son of heaven for hundreds of years. They hoped to create miracles again and could not destroy the seeds of hope for the human race.

No one knows the true level of the old monsters in Death Mountain. Even if the Cultivation Base of the person in front of them is not high, no one dares to openly shout about it because their background is too mysterious and unfathomable.

"Who do you think you are? You are talking nonsense. If you feel itchy, I can help you scratch it." The tone of the big red bird is not small. In this situation, it is more like a person going crazy. Basically You must not suffer any loss if you pay lip service to your efforts. Now that you have just killed that stupid cow, you are in high spirits and proud of yourself since 230.

Everyone was petrified on the spot when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that the personality of this crow was exactly the same as that of his master, and he was fearless.

Nowadays, people who see the Death Mountain are still welcome to come.

The situation now is also very clear. The big-mouthed guy in the mountain of death can't find Huang Hao, so he can only take the opportunity to attack, and he is bound to regain the face of the He Yun clan.

The man faced the golden nine-headed lion and said: "We can't find that Huang Hao now, but the relationship between you two should be good. I'll use you to do the surgery. I don't believe he won't come out."

The nine-headed golden lion, wearing golden armor, stands in front, not angry but powerful, and its momentum is like a rainbow.

He did not respond irritably to the opponent, nor did he take the initiative to challenge him. There was only a burst of golden light between his eyes, examining the opponent's level and strength. (aeed) "You dare to ignore me? It seems that you look down on me, but don't use this momentum to scare me. Grandpa, I have never been afraid of such threats. If you have the courage, come with me."

The big red bird continued to shout.

Then there was just a whooshing sound, and the man's shadow shuttled between the clouds like silver light. In an instant, the sound was like thunder, like a silver thunderbolt falling, and large pieces of silver rune were suppressed downwards like goose feathers and heavy snow.

It was just a movement of the pitcher raising his foot, but it was so powerful.

"Is this the legendary king? It's too scary!"

Everyone exclaimed.

On this continent, Venerables and Venerables are already very rare. King-level cultivators have already stood at the top of the pyramid, capable of dominating any domain.

The middle-aged man in the dead mountain is not surprised to have such hands, but his face is more or less solemn.

Under normal circumstances, there is no cross-level battle. This kind of bullying of the younger by the big, but you are actually facing a junior, which seems a little inappropriate.

Even in the Realm where the Western Holy Church is located, the status of the middle-aged man in front of you will be in the upper class. To borrow ants from the king, even if he is the most Venerable, is called greedy for power, and these guys have already acted as they please. And move, if it is not absolutely necessary, it will never be dispatched.

Then the big red bird screamed like a crow, facing the silver thunder, he spread his wings and fled.

It seems that some Feng Da has his tongue and offends the people who shouldn't be offended. The strength gap between the two sides is clear at a glance. If they continue to deal with it, there will only be one result, and that is Death.

"He is targeting both of us. I will beat you when he comes. Let's do it together." A big red bird came to the back of the arena, spread its wings, and landed behind the nine lions.

And the silver thunder that was chasing after him was still curling up in thousands of curls, heading directly towards the direction of the Golden Hydra to suppress it.

And this lion was even more difficult to mess with. The golden lion roared, and the golden waves surged into the sky. The golden shirt condensed again and collided with the thunder. The deafening sound was endless.

Boom!

The golden light and silver light collided together, and the sky was filled with bright light, like a brilliant rain of light.

It's just that the gap between the two Realms is still too big. Although the Golden Nine-Headed Lion has golden armor to protect its body and has a strong divine beast Bloodline, it was still thrown away by the huge force and almost fell from the high platform.

"They are just two beasts, and they dare to scream and act in front of me. I will pluck the crow and take your bird feathers, and your lion is indeed a good mount, so I reluctantly accept you." The middle-aged man said Very relaxed, said contemptuously.

Then the man took action again, and a thunder sword appeared between his palms. The silver light rotated rapidly and pierced out at any time.

Everyone's faces looked ugly now, and Huo Ling'er even frowned. She didn't know whether to intervene or not.

After all, the opponent's strength has reached the level of a king. Under a single strike, who can stop it?

"I think let's forget it. It's just a party. Some Juniors had some arguments. It's a normal thing. Why get angry?"