Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 632 Return to the original body

The fire snake charged towards Tian Qing with the momentum of destroying everything. Tian Qing stretched out his right hand unhurriedly and shouted in a low voice: "Liang Yue."

Finely broken pieces of ice gathered in Tian Qing's hands, and finally formed a crystal clear ice whip.

Tian Qing casually waved his hand, and an icy luan formed by the power of ice flew towards the fire snake.

The collision of ice and fire spurted out a rain of ice and fire composed of ice and fire elements.

The falling ice was thin and broken, heavier and heavier than the snow. It fell straight and was not changed by any external force. It fell to the ground and merged into the thick snowfield.

Sparks scattered all over the ground, and where the sparks fell, the snow melted and turned into shallow potholes.

The ice luan screamed, suddenly holding a fire snake in its mouth, and the arrogance and coldness flashed in the handsome ice eyes.

He bit lightly, and the fire snake let out a scream and turned into a dark red rain of fire.

It was just a fire snake that was transformed from the heavenly fire of its destiny, how could it be compared with his creation beast.

Liang Yue chewed it subconsciously and felt the strange taste in his mouth, with a look of disgust on his face.

As expected of his master's evil temperament, the taste of this natal fire also had a strong stench, which simply polluted his mouth.

Liang Yue flew in a circle and attacked the Dark Night Blood Palace monk who wanted to attack Tian Qing, with an arrogant momentum.

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After Lu Zhengyang was intercepted by the woman in black holding a machete, he suddenly had a headache.

Although Son of Frost has a high level of talent and is considered suitable for him, Lu Zhengyang is not familiar with the use of Son of Frost, and he does not know how to use Son of Frost's body to exert greater power.

He subconsciously looked around and realized that no one could come to help him. He could only deal with the woman in black in front of him on his own.

That's the only plan for now.

Before the woman in black launched her attack, Lu Zhengyang stretched out his left hand and whispered: "Go home!"

With blue eyes, a bit of crystal clear white, Lu Zhengyang's characteristics of belonging to the Frost Son of the Hydrogen and Oxygen Clan are disappearing, while the characteristics of Lu Zhengyang, the orange-level beast creator of the Tiangong Clan, are returning.

Lu Zhengyang chose this time to leave the container of the Son of Frost, which was tailor-made for him, and return to his own body.

Although the orange-level beast-creating masters of the Tiangong clan have a humble status next to the red-level beast-creating masters in the current Tiangong continent, the orange-level beast creating masters of the Tiangong clan have their own

The strength is not weaker than any other color level beast creator.

What truly reflects the strength of a beast creator is their understanding of the rules, and it has nothing to do with the size of the beast.

The larger creation beasts have larger size and stronger attack power, while the smaller creation beasts also have more flexible bodies and more agile movements.

Lu Zhengyang understood that not many people on this continent knew about his identity as an orange-level beast creator, at least those who later became members of the Dark Night Blood Palace and the force that had a contract with the Hydrogen and Oxygen Clan did not know.

Moreover, he was not prepared to summon his own creation beasts to assist him in fighting, and would not expose his unreasonable strength as an orange-level beast creation master to the eyes of the world.

Lu Zhengyang looked at the woman in black holding a scimitar in her hand, who was confused after realizing that her appearance had changed. He watched her look solemnly and slowly waved the knife in her hand.

The scimitar gave off a cold light, and the black and cold sword light struck Lu Zhengyang.

Lu Zhengyang tapped his toes and appeared behind the woman in black without moving.

This is the power of movement. Lu Zhengyang, who incorporates the power of movement, has a profound understanding of space.

He controlled the place where he appeared and slipped the woman in black around.

It seems hard to believe that this upright man would deal with the enemy in this way, but he did, and he also controlled the direction so that the attack from the woman in black would fall on her companions.

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When Su Yu saw Lu Zhengyang returning to his body and using the power of the Beast Creator, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She is a green-level beast-creator. It's not that she looks down on lower-level beast-creators, but that the strength of a green-level beast-creator is generally stronger than that of an orange-level beast-creator.

Su Yu also shouted: "Come on!"

Wei Jing watched Lu Zhengyang and Su Yu return to their original bodies one by one, and felt a little anxious in his heart.

It's just that he knew very well that the power in his red-level beast creation master's body was not as strong as his son of rain's body, so Wei Jing didn't do that, but dealt with Hu Yan very hard, until Su Yu took action

After coming to help him, he relaxed a little.

Hu Yan and Huang Shan are not Su Yu's opponents. That's how beast creators are. Even if they haven't completely embarked on the journey of cultivation to increase their life span, as long as they have their own created beasts, they can use those created beasts to force some of their cultivation skills.

The long-awaited monk retreated step by step.

Perhaps, it was the unconventional special nature of the Tiangong clan that caused the emperors of the universe to be afraid of the Tiangong clan, causing the Tiangong clan to become uneasy and fearful and ruthlessly strangled.

Hu Yan and Huang Shan were no match for Su Yu who had returned to his true form. A monk in the third team of Sha Zi who was not controlled by Lan Bai but followed Sha San's movements and attacked the opponent quickly discovered the situation here and

It covers the hollow here.

He is stronger than Su Yu, but although Su Yu is not strong enough, he has a few creative beasts in his hand that can make her tangle and jump around.

Wei Jing, who knew that staying behind would only cause trouble for others, had already taken advantage of the opportunity and retreated under the ice city barrier.

His gaze towards the battlefield was filled with longing and enthusiasm.

If possible, he doesn't want to be protected under others' wings all the time. He also wants to be like Sister Su Yu and Sister Tian Qing, using his own strength to protect those he wants to protect.

Once upon a time, they protected him and gave him a peaceful and happy space to grow.

Wei Jing hopes that one day, he will be able to spread his wings and protect those who have protected him. At least, he should not hide under other people's wings, but be able to fight side by side with them.

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The four monks from the Dark Life Pavilion felt the pressure when they faced the four quartet brothers from the Dark Night Blood Palace who cooperated tacitly.

The four of them are not weak in strength, and their talents are not low, otherwise they would not be favored by Rouxiu to work under Rouxiu.

But the four of them are not good at fighting with open swords and real guns. Instead, they are more accustomed to hiding in the dark and finding the right time to hit with one hit.

They walk in the darkness, are accustomed to darkness and loneliness, and have long been integrated with the darkness. Only darkness can allow them to exert their transcendent strength.

In this situation, if it weren't for the many magic weapons in his hand, someone would have been injured long ago.

The four monks in Ansheng Pavilion were very distressed and had a headache.

They just followed Yan Xuan and Rouxiu to this continent to carry out a simple mission of wiping out the foreign monks in this continent.

They were sure that these people in front of them were not within the scope of the initial purge, otherwise Rouxiu and Yan Xuan would not have been able to send all the other people from Ansheng Pavilion to look for monks who might have slipped through the net.

I don’t know what the people in the Dark Night Blood Palace in front of me think, but they take action at the slightest disagreement, forcing them to fight back.

(End of chapter)