I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

In a teahouse in Demon City, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was observing Xiao Yan, whose origins were unknown.

The reason was that many young demon cultivators had raised a question:

Since our demon race wants to imitate the human race in establishing sacred grounds, shouldn't we have holy sons and holy daughters, or something with a different name but the same function?

As for the holy daughter, everyone unanimously agreed on Yan Ruyu. After all, she is a descendant of the Azure Emperor, cultivates the Demon Emperor's scriptures, and possesses the Azure Lotus Emperor Weapon of the Demon Emperor. Who could compare?

She had also fought against the Divine King Body of the Ji family some time ago, with battle achievements as proof.

Therefore, her reputation was unquestionable, but it was different on the male side.

Among the demons of the Eastern Wilderness, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had already defeated all opponents of the younger generation in the central region. This time, he came to the Northern Region to spar with several renowned demon geniuses of the younger generation, and he won every time.

Recently, demons from all over the Eastern Wilderness had been arriving one after another, and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King challenged every genius from other regions he met, like a battle maniac, a madman.

But he won all his challenges.

He thought he had enough capital to become the holy son of the demon race, but some news came:

The Divine Phoenix Scripture was brought out by a demon cultivator named Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan sent a divine monument of fortune, cast from nine kinds of Nine Heavens Divine Jade, for the establishment of the demon race's orthodoxy. In addition to the Divine Phoenix Scripture, it also had nine kinds of sage secret techniques engraved on it, all as gifts for the establishment of the demon race's orthodoxy.

Recently, every demon powerhouse who came would leave something on the Fortune Stealing Monument, either scriptures or secret techniques, to strengthen the demon race's foundation.

As a result, everyone felt that Xiao Yan was definitely the holy son of the demon race, because his contribution was great!

But the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was very unconvinced.

Our demon race has always respected the strong. When did it become about contributions?

Humph!

He snorted coldly, his eyes like swords.

Luo Mo felt this intention targeting him, turned his head to look at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King upstairs, his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, and in the next second, he silently broke through the void and appeared opposite the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

"Brother Peng is in a good mood, the noise of this demon city doesn't enter Brother Peng's ears, able to purify the mind and taste tea."

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's eyes narrowed, because the way Luo Mo appeared was too detached from common sense, obviously an extraordinary secret technique.

During the two years in Yaoguang, Luo Mo would also practice the various secret techniques he knew when he had time. He had vision, had seen a lot, and had the Bodhi Seed, so he learned everything quickly.

"My grandfather and father both told me not to come and cause trouble for you, but I don't think so."

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King didn't have too many thoughts. He just wanted to prove to everyone that he, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, was the most suitable candidate for the demon race's holy son.

"Oh?"

"My demon race has always respected the strong since ancient times. I am determined to win the position of demon race's holy son."

Luo Mo didn't care and said, "Speaking of which, we are discussing whether to call it holy son or divine son. Currently, most people agree with the title of divine son and divine daughter."

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King suddenly stood up, his fighting spirit high, and shouted, "I don't care what divine son or divine daughter, I just want you to fight me and see who is qualified to sit in this position!"

This was originally a city of demon cultivators, and everyone's senses were very sharp. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's loud voice naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the Golden-Winged Little Peng King!"

"What is he doing? Does he want to challenge Xiao Yan?"

"That's possible, but I heard that Xiao Yan is only at the second level of the Dao Palace realm."

"What? Only at the second level of the Dao Palace realm?"

"But it is said that he once easily suppressed Jin Mingxiao of the Golden Peng clan, and Jin Mingxiao is already at the fifth level of the Dao Palace realm."

"Hiss—too genius!"

"Even if he is a genius, he is still young and his cultivation is not high. If he were in the Four Extremes realm and had cultivated the Divine Phoenix Scripture, a Demon Emperor-level scripture, from a young age, I would definitely be more optimistic about him, but now..."

"To be fair, the Golden-Winged Little Peng has indeed entered the Four Extremes realm for some time."

...

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King completely ignored the discussions. What age and cultivation gap? Since there is a gap, then bear with it first. How dare you compete for the position with insufficient cultivation?

"Dare you fight me?" he asked again, pressing.

"If you want to compete for the position of divine son, there will be opportunities in the future." Luo Mo would also choose an occasion where he could subdue everyone and sit in this position to steal luck.

"Why wait for the future? I will suppress you now to prove who is stronger!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's fighting spirit erupted, and divine power turned into a Peng claw, destroying the tables and chairs in the teahouse.

And Luo Mo's figure had already appeared outside, as fast as a ghost, and many people didn't see how he moved.

Luo Mo frowned.

He started fighting as he spoke. Didn't he say there would be a special occasion? Is there something wrong with this little yellow bird?

"If you don't dare to fight, then tell everyone that you give up the position of divine son!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King said with his head held high.

"Heh... some things can't be said casually."

That was the Great Fortune Stealing Technique that Luo Mo had put so much effort into designing.

You dare to touch it?!

He decided to teach this little bird a lesson on behalf of his grandfather, and said coldly, "Come out, lest you damage other people's things."

Is this going to be a fight?

The onlookers were excited for a while, the collision of the two great geniuses of the demon race.

Luo Mo flew into the sky, and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King immediately followed, and the sky would be their battlefield.

The two stood in the sky on the left and right, and Luo Mo said, "This place is not bad."

As soon as the Golden-Winged Little Peng King heard this, he shouted loudly, and used the Celestial Peng Extreme Speed ​​Body Technique to turn into a golden light and kill him, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Clang—

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King waved his palm like a knife and slashed on Luo Mo's body, and the divine power splashed around, unable to invade at all.

His face changed drastically. What kind of physique is this? How could his attack be unscathed?

"Is that all?"

Luo Mo smiled noncommittally, and then also waved a palm knife, with five-color light flowing, like a five-color heavenly knife slashing.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was naturally not afraid, and greeted him with a punch.

Peng blood spilled, and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King retreated rapidly.

"Little Peng King is injured!"

"What's going on? Four Extremes fighting against Dao Palace, but unable to break the opponent's body, but was injured by the opponent."

The onlookers all said that they had never seen this kind of situation.

Little Peng King looked at his arm that was almost cut off, roared angrily, burned his blood, and repaired his injuries.

Then he pointed his fingers into a sword, and a golden light flashed, turning into a Peng feather golden sword and killed it. The golden Peng feather sword killed it, one turned into two, two turned into three, and in the blink of an eye it was a sky full of flying feathers.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

He could see that Xiao Yan's body was probably strange. He had defeated many geniuses in the Four Extremes realm, but he had never seen his body so powerful that his hands were numb.

So he used the Peng Feather Sword, and then began to prepare a secret technique, to use his full strength to fight Xiao Yan.

An image of Tianpeng fighting a dragon appeared behind the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. This was an image he cultivated with a secret method. It was infinitely powerful and had helped him win many opponents.

He believed that Xiao Yan would be no exception.

Facing the sky full of golden feather swords, Luo Mo formed the Sun Seal with one hand and the Moon Seal with the other, turning into a Taiji diagram, rotating like a black hole.

One hundred and eight thousand swords came, and the Taiji diagram suddenly expanded, swallowing them all in one gulp. You could see the one hundred and eight thousand swords still struggling in the Taiji diagram.

"Dare to swallow my sword, I will smash your broken picture!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King operated the secret technique, and was about to control his Peng feather sword, which was sacrificed with blood essence, to break the opponent's secret technique.

But in the next second, he lost contact with all the Peng feather swords, and his face couldn't help but turn pale.

On Luo Mo's body, a majestic blood energy appeared, and the blood energy was like wolf smoke.

"You!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was shocked and angry, because this blood energy was clearly his Peng feather sword, which was sacrificed with blood essence, and it was refined by the opponent so quickly!

The blood energy swirled, Luo Mo pinched the seal, and spewed out a divine fire, burning the blood energy.

"Ah—"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King naturally couldn't see Luo Mo playing with his divine sword, which was sacrificed with blood essence, and rushed up, displaying the image of Tianpeng fighting a dragon.

Luo Mo reached into the divine fire, pulled out a sword, a blood-red long sword as bright as a blood diamond was pulled out from the flames, the sword was like a dragon, but the dragon scales were engraved with Peng feather patterns.

He actually decomposed the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's one hundred and eight thousand Peng feather swords, which were sacrificed with blood essence, in such a short time during the battle, and then reforged them into such a blood sword.

Luo Mo stared coldly, and several strands of vitality flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness and attached to this sword, blood energy, murderous aura, treasure light, origin power...

This sword seemed to come alive.

"Power is this sword, perfect and outstanding!"

The blood sword shone brightly, incomparably bright.

Then it was thrown out by Luo Mo, like a blood dragon soaring in the sky, roaring and attacking.

Little Peng King propped up the Tianpeng fighting dragon map, trying to use this secret technique to fight against this blood dragon sword. But the blood dragon sword was like a divine spear, with unparalleled sharpness, like piercing cloth, it instantly penetrated the Tianpeng fighting dragon map and pierced into Little Peng King's body.

Little Peng King grabbed the blood sword that had been pierced into half of his body with both hands, and resisted it.

His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he couldn't believe it.

My Tianpeng fighting dragon map... was broken by the opponent with one blow?

So vulnerable?

"No, I won't lose!"

He roared, and wanted to fight again, but he saw Luo Mo pinching the seal, and said, "Return it to you... one hundred and eight thousand swords!"

What?

The blood sword struggled like a wild dragon, and the dragon scales turned into Peng feathers, turning from red to gold, and turned back into Peng feather swords.

"Ah————"

One hundred and eight thousand swords passed through his body, and Little Peng King's blood spilled into the sky, screaming miserably.

The onlookers felt pain all over their bodies just by watching, one hundred and eight thousand swords passed through their bodies!

Luo Mo calmed down a little.

So, bear children should not touch other people's things, be careful of being beaten.