I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

Thousandth two hundred and forty-seven chapters coercion!

The seat allows you to feel the strength, and then, quickly leave with your spirit beast, don’t try to contact these sects again. No one will agree to rebel with you. They don’t have this strength or will. ”

As Kunpeng said, his figure flickered, and Tai Qing didn’t see him at all, but he suddenly felt a powerful suffocating pressure all over his body, as if he was in a whirlpool that could swallow him at any time.

He tried to struggle, but he didn’t feel any hope.

But after a moment, everything recovered, Kunpeng still stood in front of him, smiling slightly: “How, how does this strength compare to candle Yin? How does it compare to the Tianma?”

Candle shade?

Taiqing had never felt that candle Yin could bring him such a powerful pressure.

Demon?

When the Heavenly Demon killed his physical body, there was indeed a powerful pressure, which was similar to the feeling just now, leaving him without the desire and power to resist. Could it be that Kunpeng’s strength can be compared with the Heavenly Demon?

Looking at the smiling Kunpeng who seemed to be just a mortal, he couldn’t see any breath and coercion just now, and Taiqing suddenly felt cheated.

“Kunpeng, who are you? How can you have the strength to compete with the demons?”

“Well, it’s just a feeling. Don’t take it too seriously. Also, the demon you encountered is not the demon itself, so don’t do useless desperation, go back to the mountains and continue to practice. When the time is right, This seat will inform you. Don’t mention this matter to anyone else, otherwise you’re going to kill yourself, can you understand?”

As soon as the voice fell, Tai Qing clearly saw Kun Peng standing there without any action, but he couldn’t help but feel the same pressure as before. He didn’t even know where the pressure came from.

Looking at Kunpeng again, his eyes were still so easy-going, and he didn’t deliberately release coercion and spiritual power.

Although puzzled, Tai Qing still truly experienced a deep despair, a powerful force that he could not break free, and brought despair that was enough to crush him at will.

Originally wanted to say something to Kun Peng, but in a daze, Kun Peng had already drifted away.

Looking closely, he had already flown away, and he was returning to the line of Raksha Gate, standing in front of Wu Hua, talking to Wu Hua.

In the distance, a group of players of various sects all flew swiftly in the night.

The boundless coercion, although it can be regarded as a kind of coercion, comes from the natural coercion produced by the spirit body’s release of spiritual power to fly into the air, but it is incomparable with the coercion that Kun Peng brought him just now.

Before they came in, Taiqing gave the spirit beasts an order to retreat, and the spirit beasts quickly disappeared.

After all, he is Taiqing. He can compete with the leaders and elders of the Shushan League. He is far stronger than the players of these ordinary sects, and the strength of the spirit beasts is not weak, so his retreat speed is naturally faster than those of the spirit world. The school is much faster.

When they arrived, Tai Qing and his spirit beast team had disappeared.

The first person who came here turned out to be the leader of the Helanzong: “Who were you confronting just now? We clearly saw a cloud of gray shadows, but now there is nothing, what’s the matter?”

Kun Peng looked at his queue, there was still no comparable figure.