Master of Beasts

"What do you want to do!"

Geng Yanming roared angrily, and his face immediately changed wildly: "It's neither human nor ghost. In the past few months, the disappearance of the disciples of Zhanfeng Palace is also related to you?"

In the past six months, thousands of disciples in Zhanfeng Palace disappeared without any reason.

At first, Geng Yanming didn't pay attention.

In the process of training, it is normal for disciples to be defeated and killed, but it is normal for the hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Zhanfeng Palace to have some accidents.

But one thousand disciples is too many.

It is difficult for Geng Yan to meditate without being alert.

"You're not stupid."

Licking his lips, Feng Moxiao chuckled and said, "Have you ever seen a monster eat? Even if you have, you have already forgotten it. Today, I will help you reminisce."

talking.

When Feng Moxiao mentioned Ren You, his fiery eyes seemed to be looking at a peerless delicacy.

"No!"

Ren You was terrified.

She is going to be eaten?

Compared with this horrific way of death, it is better to be killed directly!

"It's not your turn to play wild in my territory!" Geng Yanming's eyes sharpened.

A black storm rolled up above him.

In the storm, a ghost-like spirit beast stared coldly at the wind demon owl, with long black belts floating behind it, and its spread claws were sharper than a blade.

Wind Ghost King, the ninth high-ranking throne class, with wind attribute.

"Wow!"

With a burst of black air, the Feng Gui King soared into the sky, his broad claws split the space, and slammed towards Feng Moxiao's shoulder.

"Hallmaster Geng, save me!" Ren You yelled sadly.

With a flash of his figure, Feng Moxiao grabbed Ren You, landed on the branch of the Purple Moon Tree, and said with a smile: "Our Feng Moxiao family doesn't like to be disturbed when eating.

Please be quiet. "

Say the last word.

Feng Moxiao smiled and stretched out his left hand, and the three spiritual dragons coming from behind were held in his hands arrogantly, and he grabbed them at will.

"Boom!"

Three spiritual light dragons burst open.

"I said, you be quiet."

Looking at Henry Zhang who was out of breath due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, Feng Moxiao shrugged slightly, opened his mouth, and swallowed Ren You in one gulp.

"help me!"

Ren You screamed heart-piercingly.

thereafter.

It was a creepy chewing sound.

Wiping his claws carefully, Feng Moxiao's mouth kept chewing, traces of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, dripping on his clothes.

The panting movement stopped suddenly, and Henry Zhang's scalp couldn't help but tingle for a while.

Swallow it up?

Is this how monsters eat?

What's the difference between this and a ferocious spirit beast?

Although his impression of Ren You was only disgust, but seeing Ren You being eaten by Feng Moxiao with his own eyes, there was still a chill in his heart.

Feng Moxiao, you are too arrogant!

"I kill you!"

Anger filled his eyes, Geng Yanming let out a roar, hot magma surged up from the top of the Ziyue tree, and a deep yellow magma flow sprayed down from it.

"Dual source spiritual master?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Feng Moxiao pushed out with both hands, and the lingering black air formed a wind wall, and the magma flow shot down crashed into it.

"Boom!"

Lava splashed.

The wind wall trembled.

At the moment when the magma flow exploded, the figure of the Wind Ghost King appeared in a flash, and the right claw surrounded by the black wind slashed fiercely on the wind wall.

"Crack!"

Fragments of the wind wall flew around.

The Feng Moxiao behind him smiled lightly, and suddenly slapped out his right hand. In the palm of his hand, a ball of black wind rolled like a ball.

at this time.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The Wind Ghost King, who was shot head-on, retreated thousands of feet, and the thick black air gushed out from behind him, which stabilized his figure.

above.

The spirit beast in the magma landed slowly, and magma spurted wildly from its opened mouth.

Yanyang fish, ninth-rank high throne class, fire attribute.

Henry Zhang has seen this kind of spirit beast before.

At that time, he had just walked out of Ancient Yang City and was cultivating in the Heilin Mountains around Heilin Town. Under the guidance of Master Mo, he hunted and killed a large number of Yangyan fish for Chi Yan's promotion.

However, this Yanyang fish is different.

It is surrounded by violent magma seas.

Combat power is extraordinary.

"Master Xiao, Elder Li, step back first, I'll deal with this man who is neither human nor ghost." Geng Yanming said solemnly.

"good."

Henry Zhang and Elder Li withdrew from Wanzhang.

If they stay here, they will only get in the way.

"Pity."

He raised his left hand and crushed a ball of magma. Feng Moxiao kicked it out, and the thrown wind blade forced the Feng Gui King back again: "If I continue to devour the spirit wind, within half a year, I will be promoted to the Void level. How can it be so troublesome for this kind of ants."

The three spirit beasts quickly entangled together.

The wind blade swept across.

Lava gushing.

Black Blade sweeps.

The space at the top of Fengmo Cliff was extremely turbulent.

"Master Xiao, don't worry, Feng Moxiao is only a ninth-rank throne, and the Palace Master's Yanyang Fish and Fenggui King have the same strength as it. Two against one, they will definitely win." The old man said.

Henry Zhang remained silent, frowning tightly, and did not let go for a long time.

How can it be so simple.

Ordinary ninth-rank throne-level spirit beasts can't compare with Feng Moxiao. No matter how strong their defense is, they can't catch the magma of Yanyang fish with bare hands like Feng Moxiao.

Feng Moxiao's combat power cannot be estimated with common sense.

Continue to fight, win or lose.

"Yangyang Fish, Yangzhuo!"

Amidst Geng Yanming's cold shout, a huge scorching sun surged up in the sky above Yanyangyu. This scorching sun was condensed from hot magma, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth was scorched and scorched.

next moment.

"Wow!"

Countless beams of magma, across different arcs, sprayed out from the scorching sun, like a goddess scattering flowers, covering the wind demon owl.

"Small tricks!"

With a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, Feng Moxiao clasped his hands tightly, and at the moment the magma beam blasted, he opened it suddenly, and a black wind ball spun around him endlessly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The magma beam blasted on it, and the seemingly fragile wind ball didn't even move. The wind demon owl inside laughed strangely, with a mocking expression.

"roll!"

Seeing the Fenggui King rushing, Feng Moxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spinning black ball shattered with a crackling sound, turned into countless fragments, and shot out.

"Wind Ghost King, Random Wind Fist." Geng Yanming said coldly.

The clenched claws formed a fist shape, sharp spikes protruded from the front of the fist one by one, and the Wind Ghost King roared and struck out frantically.

Fist shadows are like raindrops.

Those shot fragments were shattered by it.

Blast the last fragment.

"Shua!"

Feng Guiwang took advantage of the Yanyang fish to attack Feng Moxiao, and suddenly appeared behind Feng Moxiao, hitting down heavily with his right fist full of spikes.

"Boom!"

The powerful fist landed on Feng Moxiao's back.

Feng Moxiao's body, facing the ground, smashed straight into the mountain, and fine cracks spread along the mountain wall.

"hehe!"

Turning around, Feng Moxiao was lying in the pothole, and raised the corner of his mouth indifferently: "Is it only possible to do this? Then, it's my turn next."