Tripod Reverses the Heaven

The work style of the third ancestor of the Wu family is indeed straightforward and neat enough. But his words betrayed him all at once.

Earlier, people saw that he had dealt with his two saints so readily and scolded Wu Ming. Everyone thought he was a very general and measured person. However, the second half of his words completely leaked out his real psychology.

It turned out that there was resentment in his heart and pointed directly at the ancient style.

The implication of his words is that people under saints can go to trouble with ancient customs at will. As long as they are not the people above saints, the fairy house shall not interfere.

Hearing the speech, Gu Feng's face changed on the spot. Although he is not afraid of anyone of his peers, this is a holy land with countless demons. He is the king of the world like Wu Ming. He is not an opponent for the time being. What if after the event, the third brother of the Wu family directly asked Wu Ming to come out and kill himself?

Similarly, the faces of the six holy kings in the immortal yard also changed and secretly scolded the third brother of the Wu family as an old fox.

When the six holy kings were embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, the ancient wind took the lead in saying: "six elders, I think the third ancestor of the Wu family is right. The flowers cultivated in the greenhouse can't stand the wind and snow. If anyone wants to challenge me, let him come! "

Gu Feng was also helpless, because he saw the difficulty of the fairy house. Although as long as they say no, naturally no one will dare to target him, but the fairy house dare not say this casually, otherwise it will become a naked shelter. Who can be convinced?

"Hahaha, the younger generation is awesome. This little boy is also simple. In that case, Wu won't bother you to cast spells! " The ancestors of the Wu family got a satisfactory answer and left with a wild smile.

The six holy kings who are doing their best to save Xiaohuo's life are very angry.

However, the small fire was dying at this time, and they really didn't have extra time to manage the ancient style.

The Nangong holy King roared again, "Tiandao, come again!"

As soon as the voice fell, someone objected on the spot: "no, ten knives have passed. If you gather Tiandao again, it will be ten knives again. If you succeed before ten knives, don't the next few knives have to stand on his Yuanshen? In this way, the son will have to be completely abandoned! "

This is a euphemism. If all the back knives are cut on the yuan God, is it so simple for Xiaohuo to be abandoned? You'll have to die on the spot.

"If he doesn't cut, he still has to waste. His cultivation will be stuck here forever. Don't think about further refinement all his life."

"What about that?"

For a time, the six holy kings were embarrassed and looked at the ancient style.

Gu Feng was caught off guard. After some thinking, he finally made a decision for Xiaohuo: "cut it. I know him. If he can't follow me on the road to immortality, he'd rather die."

"In that case, we have nothing to hesitate!"

Finally, several holy kings were helpless to make the final decision - continue to cut again.

The eight trigrams plate rotates, affecting the heaven and earth, and the situation is changing. After a while, on the nine days, there were heavy clouds again. Soon, another sky knife appeared.

"Fire is flying, cheer up and meet your doom!"

After a loud roar, it woke up the flagging little fire again. He made a faint sound, closed his eyes and silently waited for the next knife.

Seeing that Xiaohuo was not in a high mood, the eyebrows of the six saints frowned slightly, and the ancient style drank directly: "Xiaohuo, cheer up. If you can't resist this level, you're not my brother of the ancient style!"

"Brother Gufeng..." the yuan God of Xiaohuo whispered, and then suddenly clenched his teeth, looked up at the bright way of heaven, and shouted, "come on, come on, if you don't kill me today, I'll be proud of the world!"

Boom!

As soon as the roar fell, the eleventh knife fell, but it was all cut on the door of the saint.

The golden door was cut and trembled, but it was still intact.

Because of the yin-yang Qi guarding, the yuan God of Xiaohuo didn't hurt much this time, but he was scared very much.

Then, there were three consecutive "bang bang" sounds, and three knives fell. The strong golden door finally appeared a crack. Although the Yuanshen of Xiaohuo was guarded by the Qi of yin and Yang, he was still shocked and traumatized.

"Cut again!"

With a loud roar, he cut off three knives in a row. On the spot, there was a loud "boom" in those nine days. After the loud noise, the golden light exploded, and the strong saint's door was finally cut open.

The portal was cut open, and the powerful impact directly dispersed the yin-yang Qi guarding the small fire yuan God.

Even if it was only the yuan God, the small fire still gave a shrill scream, and his yuan God power was dissipating, which was a great trauma.

The following ancient wind, after seeing here, his face completely changed. It's only seven sabres. The portal is broken, and the Qi of yin and Yang has lost its effectiveness. Don't the next three sabres all cut on the yuan God of small fire?

"Finished, finished, there are three more knives. Can he take it?"

"The last three knives, it is estimated that they can completely erase him!"

"It's terrible. The key is that if the sky knife moves, it's ten knives. It can't stop halfway."

At the scene, many people's hearts were tied together. According to the current situation, the small fire is likely to be over. The worst result appeared. The next small fire will face the last three knives naked.

Didn't it kill him?

Most of the people in the audience were sweating for a small fire. Only a few good people wished the situation would continue to deteriorate.

The six holy kings looked at each other and sighed helplessly. This result is what they don't want to see. Perhaps, it doesn't need three knives. Only one knife is enough to kill the yuan God of small fire.

"Son, it's all your life. Don't blame grandpa Nangong!" Nangong sighed and felt sorry for Xiaohuo.

That day, they no longer took the initiative to control the knife, because the last three knives will chop down by themselves, and even they can't stop it.

"I won't die. I'll follow brother Gufeng to fight in the heavens and become a fairy road..." Xiao Huo kept whispering. His Yuanshen suddenly turned into his body Flamingo form.

In a burst of startling cries, his original God changed again and turned into a flaming rosefinch.

The rosefinch gave a loud cry and looked up at the sky. He was arrogant and dominated the world. At this moment, the small fire was like the regeneration of a demon God. It was silly to see the ancient wind on the spot.

This rosefinch is too familiar with the ancient style. This is the noumenon form of the demon God. The ancient style has been seen in the small world of the demon family.