Tyrant Beamon is furious, ferocious and constantly attacking, absolute power has a time limit, it has been used for nearly ten minutes before, and now it is reopened, and the remaining time is only about twenty minutes, and the winner must be divided within these twenty minutes.

Ansheng did not attack the monk's skeleton with the tyrant Beamon, he had been watching from the sidelines, as if he was watching and looking for an opportunity.

Zhou Wen fought with the golden-winged bird, the dragon wings behind him vibrate, the two war god halberds besieged left and right, and the golden sword in his hand also continued to cut out the golden sword.

But the speed of the golden-winged bird was so fast that Zhou Wen's vision couldn't keep up with its movements, and before he could see what was happening clearly, he heard a click, and a golden war halberd had been grabbed by its claws, and under the force of the claws, the golden war god halberd was immediately broken in several sections.

Zhou Wen didn't have time to grieve for the death of the Golden War God Halberd, and brought the speed of the Flying Immortals out of the sky to the extreme, and quickly fled into the distance.

If the tyrant Beamon is an absolute power, then such a goldenfinch bird is an absolute speed, and Zhou Wen has not been flying out for long before it has already caught up.

Zhou Wen didn't think about it, the pupil in his eyes condensed a strange brilliance, making one of Zhou Wen's eyes look at the golden-winged bird as if it had become a mirror.

The golden-winged bird seemed to be aware of the danger, and the mysterious ancient secret text on its wings flickered, and it disappeared from Zhou Wen's sight.

Boom!

Zhou Wen only felt as if he had been hit hard in the back, and his body hit the ground like a meteor, knocking a gold-forged palace out of a big hole.

The golden-winged bird was even more ferocious, and with a flash of figure, it grabbed another golden war god halberd flying in the air, and instantly cut it into several pieces.

Zhou Wen got up from the ground, only to feel the unbearable pain on his body, but he was not too seriously injured, and the stand-in talisman placed close to him had been shattered into ashes.

"Fortunately, I brought a stand-in talisman to save my life, I knew that this was the case, I should have drawn a few more. Zhou Wen was secretly frightened, if there was no stand-in talisman to save his life, even if he didn't die, the six-winged guardian dragon would already be dead.

It's a pity that the stand-in charm is too difficult to draw, success or failure depends on fate, Zhou Wen has drawn so many pieces, and he has succeeded in this one.

Later, he painted a lot of pictures, but they were unsuccessful, and Zhou Wen was a little impatient to paint again.

After the golden-winged bird grabbed the golden halberd of the god of war, a pair of bloody and cold eyes looked into the hole in the palace, its wings vibrated again, and its figure disappeared in an instant.

"Fuck your sister. Zhou Wen's heart throbbed, goosebumps rose, knowing that the danger was approaching, he didn't dare to hesitate for a minute at the moment, and summoned the young son of the candle dragon.

The huge body of the young son of the candle dragon appeared, directly bursting the palace, and he raised his head and glared at the sky.

Zhou Wen stood on top of its head, looked around with the ability of the earrings, and found that the goldenfinch had flown into the sky, obviously because of the appearance of the candle dragon.

But it was only for a moment, and the goldenfinch was fierce again, its wings fluttered, and it disappeared into a stream of light, and it was impossible to see its movement trajectory at all.

"Candle Dragon!" Zhou Wen shouted.

In fact, without Zhou Wen's order, the candle dragon had already moved, and I saw that the scales on its body converged like eyelids, and rows of candle dragon eyes appeared all over its body, which was its realm king transformation.

Countless candle dragon eyes used the Cave Candle Vision at the same time, as if countless mirrors were opened at the same time.

Suddenly, Zhou Wen felt something unusual, and when he looked at it, he saw that behind the candle dragon, the golden-winged bird showed its shape, the golden light of its whole body flashed like a thunderbolt, its wings vibrated wildly, and its face was full of horror, as if it was competing with some invisible terrifying force.

But it only lasted for two struggles, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Wen saw that among some of the eyes behind the candle dragon, the figure of the golden-winged bird appeared, struggling and churning inside, and it disappeared after a while.

The Candle Cave Vision converged, exited the realm king transformation state, the young son of the candle dragon collapsed all over, his strength was greatly damaged, and his combat effectiveness plummeted, and he was probably only at the level of the six-winged guardian dragon, and there was no way to use even the Cave Candle Vision.

Zhou Wen hurriedly took the young son of the candle dragon back, don't let it take risks, this is Zhou Wen's most powerful killer weapon at present.

"It's a big loss. Zhou Wen was a little distressed.

I originally wanted to try to see if I could find a chance to kill the Goldwing, but I ended up losing a stand-in charm and two golden war halberds.

Although the Cave Candle Vision Realm is powerful, after killing the opponent, nothing will be left, this is too deadly, and Zhou Wen is not willing to use this skill as a last resort.

On the other side, the tyrant Beamon continued to bombard the monk's skeleton, and the strong force defeated the monk's skeleton and shattered its bones.

However, the golden light on its body burned like a flame, but its body seemed to be immortal, and it recovered immediately after being wounded, and the tyrant Beamon, although he had the upper hand, was never able to kill it.

"The time limit for absolute power is almost up, right?" Zhou Wen calculated the time, there were about ten minutes left, but looking at the current situation, in ten minutes, the tyrant Beamon was afraid that he would not be able to kill the monk's skeleton.

Suddenly, An Sheng, who had been observing from the side, pressed his palm on the ground and disappeared like a ghost.

At this time, the tyrant Beamon punched the monk-robed skeleton back a few steps, and his body staggered.

An Sheng weirdly drilled out of the ground behind the monk's skull, jumped up, and pointed his fingers at the back of the monk's skull like a scorpion's tail needle.

A mysterious character was printed on the back of the monk's skull, and Zhou Wen recognized it as a shock character, which seemed to be one of the abilities of love letters.

Boom!

The crystals in the eye sockets of the monk's skull were shocked out by An Sheng's finger, and they flew out and fell to the ground.

The golden flames on the monk's skeleton suddenly disappeared, and the attack of the tyrant Beamon had already followed, and the monk's skeleton raised his fist in a panic to meet it.

Click!

Without the blessing of the crystal, the hand bones of the monk's skeleton were directly smashed by the tyrant Beamon, and the body staggered back.

The raging tyrant Beamon punched one punch after another, brutally bombarding the monk's skeleton, and after just a few punches, he smashed the fist bones of the monk's skeleton.

The monk's skull was knocked to the ground, and the tyrant Beamon pressed its sternum with one paw, and slammed its skull with one claw, and smashed the skull of the monk's skull with a few punches.

The rampaging tyrant Beamon lifted the torn body of the monk's skull with one hand, put it in his mouth, squeaked and chewed a few bites, and swallowed it.

"Big brother...... Do you want to see if there are any companion eggs left or something......" Zhou Wen was a little speechless, what kind of pet is this, if you kill it, you will swallow it directly, and leave nothing.

But after swallowing it, he couldn't spit it out, so Zhou Wen could only run over quickly and pick up the crystal that An Sheng shook out of the eye socket of the monk's skeleton.