The Flowing Wind Thief who lost the Winged Light Beast's rapid speed really doesn't count as a fart, not to mention that Huang Jingyao understands this, the countless Tianyuan Realms in the Eastern Regions also understand this, and the Flowing Wind Thief himself also knows it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, the Flowing Wind Thieves who fell to the ground were really crazy, and they were impatient to stand up and escape on the winged light beasts, but they were also shrouded in the coercion of this terrifying hand, and under the oppression of that coercion, even their own bodies and hearts couldn't help but want to surrender and want to bow down.

Even if the willpower of the Wind Thief is fighting against the coercion of the big hand, there is a situation called physical and mental disharmony!

The vitality in the body is suppressed and wants to surrender, and it is difficult to mobilize it, let alone run as usual, and when the body wants to kneel, you still struggle to stand up straight, all kinds of confusion, so that one by one, the wind thieves, including the rugged middle-aged man, are crazy.

The middle-aged man is the three leaders of the Flowing Wind Thieves, but he is only in the Wheel of Life Realm.

As Huang Jingyao's strength becomes stronger and stronger, the sense of coercion of the strange stones he can exert is also getting stronger and stronger.

All the Wind Thieves were in a state of physical and mental confusion, kneeling and struggling to get up, their movements were much slower, but the chaos-colored hands in the sky were landing without hindrance.

His landing speed was not fast, but he carried an earth-shattering tyrannical and heavy aura, as if the entire sky was smashed down.

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"This, this ......"

"What's going on?"

"The Wind Thief has lost the Winged Light Beast? Those winged light beasts all knelt on the ground and surrendered? What kind of ability is that! ”

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The high-altitude hand fell steadily, and in the process of gradually pressing down on the group of wind thieves, Frost City was boiling.

The long streets where more than half of the dead and injured were slaughtered by the Wind Bandits, and the rooftops or courtyard gates in the distance, were full of exclamations.

The remnants of the slaughter on the long street? It was originally in a place where the gathering place of the Flowing Wind Thieves could be seen, and it didn't matter if he didn't dare to look at it before, since the Chaos Cloud appeared and the Flowing Wind Thieves fell, he naturally had the courage.

The figures on the rooftops or at the gate of the courtyard, those were all in the loud shouts of the rugged middle-aged, knowing that there was a Heavenly Ancestor who might save them in the city, so they rushed out to see the situation and see if they had a warrior with a greater hope of survival.

But whoever saw the scene at the moment made them stunned and incoherent.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, one by one the streamer thieves were doing strange slow motion, constantly kneeling and standing upright, back and forth several times, and the big hands covered with thunder that were one or two people high in the sky finally fell lower, and suddenly became many times larger after being lowered, and the palms became thirty or forty meters long and several meters wide, like a sacred mountain.

Rumble~

The electric snakes in the palms of the hands directly below suddenly brightened, and there were terrifying explosions of thunder, followed by the still struggling Wind Thieves, which suddenly began to shatter.

It's shattered.

One by one, the one directly below the palm of his hand was the first to shatter, and the human body clicked and shattered like a shard of glass, and the blood and flesh splattered to the periphery, and the two or three figures on his side also began to shatter and sputter.

But at this time, more than thirty kneeling and trembling winged light beasts seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and they all knelt there in a flicker, and collectively reached the area covered by the big hand.

The Winged Light Beasts stabilized on the periphery, and the terrifying big hand also pressed hard.

All of the Tempest Bandits vanished.

The big hand slowly raised again, still the thunder light was the size of a sacred mountain, and below him, there was a group of corpses that had been crushed into charred black blood cakes.

This scene completely stunned all the onlookers, and suddenly shuddered, and when someone came to his senses, he immediately took out his most pious and respectful posture, and the five bodies knelt and trembled, and the second sober one was still like this.

In a short period of time, as long as you see this scene outdoors, you are all in such a posture!

It was only at this time, when the Chaos Big Hand re-ascended into the air and submerged into the Chaos Cloud, Huang Jingyao's body flashed above the group of corpses, and the 120,000 faith power he had just used to slow down the Winged Light Beast changed its purpose at the last moment, turning into a Winged Light Beast, and now these more than thirty Winged Light Beasts are still intact.

At most, it was a great psychological devastation and shock.

Not much attention to the corpse hordes, but for these winged light beasts? Obviously, it doesn't feel like the breath is strong, if you put aside the speed factor, I'm afraid that the Triple Wheel of Life can kill a strong Winged Light Beast, but the speed of these guys is really too perverted.

Such a group of beasts is definitely valuable for cultivation, Huang Jingyao himself stepped into the realm of Zhaoshen, and the most extreme speed when he operated his martial arts was only barely close to the speed of sound, reaching more than three hundred meters per second, which was not as fast as these strange beasts.

The speed of sound is a big obstacle in the life body, a big bottleneck, just like a martial artist breaking through the peak of the wheel of life to reach Tianyuan, there may not be one in 10,000 miles who can do it, so many people can't do it, these strange beasts can each do?

After having a plan, the chaos-colored big hand once again poked out in the sky, and the big hand became larger than before, and the power of faith moved, and all the trembling winged light beasts piled up into a ball, including the one that was still under a certain wine shop, and was grasped by the chaos big hand with one hand, and they all disappeared into the clouds.

After doing this, the chaos cloud had not disappeared, Huang Jingyao sensed something again, and when he turned around, he saw many times more figures than before, and they all knelt on the ground in horror, including the four martial artists of the Measuring God Sect.

And at this moment, Su Cheng, Senior Sister Ge and others, who felt something to get out of the wine shop, were all shocked and overwhelmed.

Tian Yuan?

This is definitely not Tian Yuan, how can Tian Yuan be so terrifying.

If Tian Yuan can get rid of the Flowing Wind Thieves, do you think they won't be impressed? Even the ancestors of the Eastern Regions Holy Land Feather Sect were salivating over that winged light beast.

In the thirty years since the rise of the wind thieves, there have been no major losses at all, which is enough to explain everything.

What now?

The three commanders led the team, and more than 30 backbone thieves were easily shot to death? All the Winged Light Beasts were also captured so honestly? Who is this face-born ancestor, has he already transcended the Tianyuan Realm?

At this moment, in the infinite shock and panic, the only thing Su Cheng was fortunate about was that he had simply killed Luo Jing, who was disrespectful to the ancestor, before, otherwise, it would be absolutely easy for people to wipe out their entire Measuring God Sect if they were dissatisfied.

But who the hell is this?!

Due to the barrier of the Luoshen River, the Holy Land more than ten days ago just knew something, and the news did not spread after knowing it, and all those who knew about it rushed to Southern Xinjiang, not to mention that ordinary martial artists in the Eastern Regions did not know the Immortal Venerable in Southern Xinjiang, and no one knew about it even the disciples in the Feather Sect. (To be continued.) )