Honghuang: My disciple, dominate Honghuang

Kunpeng instantly turned into its body.

The wind turned into a 90,000-mile Kunpeng.

With their wings spread, the world seemed to darken in an instant.

The wings shook and swayed for nine days.

In the blink of an eye, he had caught up with the red light.

"Senior Brother Hongyun, in such a hurry, where are you going?"

Kunpeng shouted.

In Zixiao Palace, all of you are inherently sacred, and many of them are commensurate with senior brothers.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Kunpeng! The two saints of the Western Sect summoned me to meet, and I wanted to rush to Mount Meru!

Hongyun wanted to use the two saints of the West to suppress him, but the speed did not slow down in the slightest, but became faster and faster.

But when he saw it, Kunpeng snorted coldly, and no longer pretended:

"Red Cloud! Hand over Hongmeng Purple Qi, you have the right to settle the cause and effect of changing seats, otherwise, this seat will never leave your hand. "

Kunpeng, the position of Zixiao Palace, the capable person lives in it. It is true that I give way to lead the saints, and you give up your position, completely of your own will.

Hongyun said.

"No more nonsense! If you don't hand over things, today is your time of death.

Kunpeng's words fell.

The wings shook again, and in an instant, the space rippled in circles.

He flapped his wings forward!

In front of the red cloud, a tornado rose out of thin air.

A terrifying tornado, stirring up the desolate world.

Countless desolate mountains below, under this tornado, crumbled inch by inch.

One by one, the space was directly torn apart, revealing a dark and terrifying sense of fear.

But I only saw Hongyun beckoning, and a gourd appeared in front of him.

The gourd is red, and it is the innate spiritual object taken from the innate gourd vine on the mountain.

The spirit object fell into the hands of Hongyun, and after being sacrificed, it became his natal spirit treasure - the Ninety-Nine Scattered Soul Gourd.

The gourd rises against the storm and turns into a supernatural thing.

Under the surge of mana, the gourd spouted red sand in the sky.

As soon as the red sand came out, it was like a terrifying tornado, and it couldn't move it in the slightest.

"Kunpeng, if you want to take away Hongmeng Purple Qi from me, can you?"

Red Cloud smiled.

The three thousand innate sacredness of Zixiao Palace, Red Cloud definitely belongs to the first-class existence.

Although he is weaker than Kunpeng, he is not without resistance.

"Give me a crackdown!"

Kunpeng shouted angrily.

A palace, like a golden sun, flew out in an instant.

That is Kunpeng's Demon Master Palace.

The Demon Master Palace rose against the storm and turned into a giant that covered the sky.

Infinite power, suppressed down.

It was the ninety-nine scattered soul gourd, which directly collapsed and flew, and the sky was full of red sand, and it collapsed in an instant.

The red cloud below, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, falling towards the desolate land.

Kunpeng was ruthless and had no intention of keeping his hands.

The Demon Master Palace attacked again, turned into a streamer, and quickly chased after the red cloud.

The quasi-saint peak cultivation broke out to the extreme.

With such combat effectiveness, there are very few people who can stop it.

In the demon court, there are only two demon emperors, who can be stopped by virtue of the spirit treasure in their hands.

It was Emperor Jun, who also had to be injured with the help of the Hetu Luo Book.

But.

The space fluctuated, and the red cloud disappeared in an instant.

The Demon Master Palace fell to the desolate land, crushing countless living beings.

Mountains and rivers, I don't know how many, all were destroyed.

"Who's coming? How dare you hide your head and show your tail?

Kunpeng was furious, he was about to succeed, and he was actually stopped.

How can he not be angry?

A voice, like thunder, sounded behind him.

"You're Kunpeng, aren't you?"

Zhen Yuanzi held Hongyun, his eyes were full of anger, and he looked at Kunpeng.

"Who are you?"

Kunpeng had never met Zhen Yuanzi, so naturally he didn't know him.

"Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang View, Zhen Yuanzi!"

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Kunpeng coldly.

"Who should I be! It turned out to be Zhen Yuanzi, relying on you to meddle in the matter between me and Hongyun? Give you a chance, surrender to me, and this seat will spare your life regardless of the past suspicions! Kunpeng

was condescending, and in his eyes, the stars rose and fell, as if the universe was born and died.

The pressure of the quasi-saint peak, majestic as mountains and seas, was suppressed towards Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.

Hongyun's face was bitter, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you haven't gone to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, and your cultivation is no more than Da Luo Jinxian at most, so why bother to fight him? You are confused, you shouldn't have come! "

Red Cloud, I said it! I'll keep you safe, I'll do what I say! "

Heaven does not give birth to my town Yuanzi, and the flood is like a long night!"

"It's just Kunpeng, but it's a quasi-saint peak cultivation, what's so terrible?"

"Here comes the sword!"

Suddenly.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted softly.

He snapped his index and middle fingers together, pointed forward, and slashed out.

The brilliant sword burst out from his fingertips in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a long river of swords was formed.

The river is surging and hanging upside down.

The terrifying power of the sword path law gushes out endless killing opportunities.

Everywhere it passed, the space crumbled and turned into nothingness.

At this moment, the avenue also perished.

Kunpeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Quasi-Saint Peak! How can you have such a practice? You haven't been to Zixiao Palace, how can you? "

My mind is full of questions.

He tried his best to retract the Demon Master Palace and protect the Yuan Shen, and he didn't dare to confront Zhen Yuanzi head-on.

The long river of swords poured through.

The Kunpeng Natal Spirit Treasure Demon Master Palace was directly shattered.

The main body was also directly strangled into a blood mist, leaving only the primordial god, trembling.

In the blink of an eye, he used mana to condense his physical body.

He looked at Zhen Yuanzi, his eyes full of shock.

"Zhen Yuanzi....... How can you have..."

Hongyun looked at Zhen Yuanzi, halfway through his words.

He has been listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace for 10,000 years, so he has this cultivation.

I thought that Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation was not high, so he stayed away from Wuzhuang Temple, so as not to bring him trouble.

Who knew that he was wrong, Zhen Yuanzi was already much stronger than he didn't know.

With this magic power alone, he can defeat the Kunpeng who is fully defending.

Zhen Yuanzi's master, is it so powerful?

The reason why Zhen Yuanzi did not become holy was because he had to follow the path of sanctification by law.

Otherwise, perhaps...

He was also accomplished to the throne.

"Kunpeng, if you want to kill my friend, I will kill you today!"

I saw Zhen Yuanzi and grabbed it forward.

The space turned into a prison cell, squeezing away.

Kunpeng's eyes trembled, and his wings vibrated into a blood mist.

Blood Blast. Nine days!

He abandoned his wings, burst out with his strongest speed, and broke free from the blockade of space.

"Zhen Yuanzi! I don't want Hongmeng purple gas, this matter is over!

"Kill if you want, if you want to say it's over, it's over? What kind of reasoning is this?

Zhen Yuanzi followed closely, and the void behind him kept collapsing.

The avenue was destroyed, and countless swords crisscrossed and criss-crossed, constantly rushing to kill the past.

However, after all, Kunpeng is the top quasi-saint of the Flood Wilderness, and his magical ability to escape with one hand has been cultivated to the extreme.

If it weren't for the red cloud, he would have been able to catch up directly.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was in hot pursuit, Kunpeng panicked.

"Zhenyuanzi Daoyou, I am a demon master, this matter will be over, otherwise you will not feel good if you offend the demon court!"

"What demon court is not a demon court? Unheard! Give me death. Zhen

Yuanzi captured it again.

The space collapsed, turning into countless sharp blades, slashing towards Kunpeng.

Kunpeng shouted: "Three Demon Saints save me!" "