The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

If he dared not to take the initiative to attack again, the current hatred and madness of Kunpeng ancestors would probably trap him in this blood-devouring Tianpeng formation.

Unlike the Sect Master Tongtian, who is a saint, although Kunpeng ancestor had a cultivation level comparable to that of a saint after he fell into the devil's way, he was desperate at this time in a state of madness, and he just wanted the life of the Sect Master Tongtian. ."

Chapter [-] Ancient Seal Tokens

The Tongtian Sect Master was helpless, and the jade token in his hand slapped down into the air, immediately pressing the space to collapse.

And the ancient text "Ling" engraved on the token, as well as many complicated and obscure avenues, also began to shine with the unique light of jade.

The four gods felt the drive from the token, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became extremely majestic. Looking directly at the two Kunpeng phantoms that were still rushing over, the four gods immediately charged with their weapons and took the lead. past.

I saw that the four gods stepped into the middle of the two Kunpeng phantoms and the Tongtian leader.

A god slashed the big knife in his hand horizontally, and even the space was drawn with a long crack. It seemed that he planned to completely cut off the head of the Kunpeng phantom in front of him.

Beside him, another god general also stabbed the tip of the spear towards Kunpeng Xuying's body.

"boom!"

Under the horizontal slash of the big knife beyond time, the head of the Kunpeng phantom was cut off by the blade almost instantly. Before the Kunpeng phantom whose head was cut off was disintegrated and exploded, the spear of the other long spear directly cut it. Kunpeng's headless body was pierced at once.

The divine general exuded the radiance of immortality. After he pierced the long spear expressionlessly through Kunpeng phantom's body, he flicked his wrist lightly, causing the long spear to vibrate continuously, and the dark energy pierced Kunpeng phantom's headless body. The body shattered into pieces and was swallowed by the torn space.

Until it was destroyed by the two gods, the Kunpeng phantom could not be successfully disintegrated and exploded.

"Blast this seat!"

Kunpeng Ancestor did not hesitate at all. When he saw the other two god generals also striding towards the last Kunpeng phantom, Kunpeng Ancestor directly drove the last Kunpeng phantom to disintegrate and explode.

The disintegration and explosion of Kunpeng's phantom immediately caused a violent impact in the entire blood-devouring Tianpeng formation. , covered with a large robe.

Because of the disintegration of Tianpeng two times in a row, the power of the magic path in the entire blood-devouring Tianpeng formation is extremely chaotic at this moment, and even a turbulent current has been formed that is constantly stirring.

Although it won't destroy the entire Blood-devouring Tianpeng Array, even the Tongtian Sect Master, who is a saint, feels a trace of threat from such a violent force.

"Don't think that this seat's means are so simple... You will be the first saint to die in the hands of this seat."

Ancestor Kunpeng looked at the Tongtian sect master with a grim expression, black demonic clouds continued to emerge from his body, and terrifying demonic patterns gradually appeared on his forehead.

533 Along with Kunpeng ancestors running the magic law, the entire blood-devouring Tianpeng formation became turbulent again.

"Tianpeng disintegrated, this seat has countless times hahahaha!"

Kunpeng ancestor laughed proudly, raised his head and spread his hands. In his frantic laughter, blood-red rays of light continued to bloom in the entire blood-devouring Tianpeng formation, and finally inside the blood-devouring Tianpeng formation. A vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood manifested. The surging sea of ​​blood was extremely viscous and filled with endless filth.

Above the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, there are also huge figures condensing and forming, vibrating their wings and making a vicious cry..."

Chapter [-]: Magical Treasure

In the distance of the Battle of Conferred Gods, the leader of Tongtian, who was intercepted by the middle road, was facing the entanglement of Kunpeng ancestors in the blood-devouring Tianpeng formation. On the battlefield of the Battle of Conferred Gods, the battle was still in full swing at this time.

Although the troll general summoned by the Nether Star is not as powerful as the Demon King of the Nether Star, even the Taoist Burning Lamp of the Golden Immortal Realm of Daluo cannot cause any heavy damage to the troll general at this time.

The huge body formed entirely of skeletons burned with black magic flames, and even if the weapons and magic weapons were cut on it, they only left a few superficial traces.

Lei Zhenzi, Li Jing, Nezha and Daoist Ran Deng joined forces to face a troll general, but it was still extremely difficult.

"Jie ha ha ha ha... Even the deity's puppet can't be defeated, and a few of your mere immortals are delusional to kill the deity?"

In the void, there was a smug, smug smile from Netherworld Xingxing. When Daoist Burning Lamp and the others raised their heads, they saw "Gong Shen' Leopard" wearing a black robe, standing with a bewitching smile on his face. On one shoulder of the troll general.

At the moment when Netherworld Star reappeared, the demonic aura was even stronger on the battlefield of the Conferred God Battle, causing Daoist Burning Lamp and others to frown.

Right and wrong are at odds, and now Daoist Burning Lamp and the others are unable to successfully kill Netherworld Star. Naturally, Netherworld Star, which is more powerful, has the upper hand.

"You devil, if it weren't for you, so many things wouldn't happen, take your life!"

Nezha angrily looked at Netherworld Star standing on the shoulder of the troll. After a few angry reprimands, he stepped on the wind and fire wheel and flew up, and the fire-pointed gun in his hand shook a spear and stabbed at Netherworld Star.

"Uh, huh, I'm not self-sufficient..."

There was a flash of light in Nether Star's eyes, and Nezha sneered softly as he looked at Nezha who was rushing towards him.

"boom!"

Nezha, who is walking on the hot wheel to ride the wind, is very fast, but in the eyes of everyone, the troll waving his arms at this time will be much faster than Nezha, before everyone can speak to remind Nezha, the giant The hand bones of the demon general have already appeared on the top of Nezha's head.

The battle axe that the troll will hold tightly in his hand, at this time, the generous blade is bigger than Nezha's body.

For a while, everyone could not help but clench their fists and clench their hearts.

"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong..."

At this moment, the whole world reverberated with the melodious sound of bells colliding, and the indescribable magic sound instantly made everyone's eyes widen, a little unbelievable.

In the realm where the demonic sound spread, the flow of time and space became extremely slow, and even the troll general who slashed at Nezha with the battle axe in his hand was unavoidable at this time.

Seeing the huge battle axe that was supposed to be chopped down at him, the fire wheel under Nezha's feet spurted flames, and he took Nezha Yufeng close to the battle axe, and charged directly towards the troll general's shoulder.

Under the restraint of the magic sound of the heavenly treasure first (the king's), everyone's speed became extremely slow, and only Nezha was not affected.

However, under such circumstances, the expression on Nether Star's face still did not show the slightest panic, and even in his eyes there was only indifference and unconcealed ridicule.

The ring on Nezha's wrist was still making a magical sound that oppressed the speed of time and space, and the tip of the fire-pointed spear in his hand also stabbed Nether Star's chest unhindered. ."

Chapter One Thousand and Fifty-Three Soul Stirring

Under the circumstance that the speed of time and space has become slow, even if the troll will be too powerful, it will be difficult for the speed to catch up with Nezha at this time.

I saw the tip of the fire-pointed spear in Nezha's hand pierced into the black robe of Nether Star without any obstruction, and then penetrated Nether Star's chest. A happy look appeared on his face.