Jin Peng Wing, the thing of the Demon Emperor, no matter who it is placed on, the level will not change, although Lang Yu's Yuan Shen Tribulation is large, it cannot reach the level of damaging him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But the master's cultivation is too low, and that kind of shock is not something that Langyu can bear.

The way of playing with life is also the most beneficial, and the absorption of one-third of the three lightning bolts is enough to support the power of Jinpeng wings to fly. According to this theory, as long as Lang Yu can hold on, he can chase hundreds of immortals to the point that there is no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the earth, and dozens of great demon kings will also have to die.

But Lang Yu's divine sense is not enough, and if he continues to split, he will be in danger of getting sick. Three people and one snake also had to stay.

Revenge is not such a method of revenge, Jin Peng's wings shook and burrowed into the clouds. fled with thunder, I don't know if there is anyone who wants to chase him.

The north and the east are the closest, but Lang Yu is not in a hurry to return to the mortal realm now, what he needs is recovery.

The hinterland of divine punishment could not be returned, and could only rush south around the border. As long as the power of the tribulation is restored, and the cultivation of the Yuan Shen can be suppressed, no matter which empire it is, Langyu has the strength to fight.

Entering the clouds to survive the catastrophe is Langyu's invention. I just don't know how this thunder tribulation that is not his own will entertain him.

The red cloud rolled and flew to the south, dozens of red-robed immortal guards, shocked back into the forest, behind them, a green-shirted scribe, looking at the thundercloud, a little sense, raised his body to chase over.

The battlefield after the lightning strike was a flat mess and a mess.

Hong Yi retreated and collected the demon kings; Qiu Yunzi looked at the thunderclouds that were about to disappear in the distance, and recalled the words that made people tremble.

Of the seven elders, five spiritual weapons were lost, and another Elder Sun was disabled and lost his combat effectiveness. Eleven Xianwei were killed, and almost all the rest were seriously injured, and this result was definitely not what the two masters wanted to see.

"Withdraw!"

Qiu Yunzi and Liang Zhenzi, the leaders of the two immortal sects, had to reluctantly order at the same time.

Dozens of demon kings on the opposite side, both of whom are Yuanying, are eyeing each other.

Withdrawing without leaving, just retreating into the chaos zone. Such a result can not be explained by Hui Xianmen. And if you want to continue to chase, I'm afraid that the first opponent will be the old demon king of the Heavenly Clan.

There are two big demons around Lang Yu, one of them turned out to be the dragon clan of the East China Sea, although the elders did not figure out who a group of demon kings were chasing, but they definitely did not come to protect Lang Yu.

They are waiting, waiting for the demon clan to chase them, even if the treasure falls, the two immortal gates will see whether Lang Yu is dead or alive. In the face of dozens of demon kings, in this divine punishment realm, the Shangxian Gate cannot be arrogant.

The inheritance of the Heavenly Palace, the demons fight together, this is not the time to tear his face, Hong Yi is willing to fight, the current object is not the bald human race, he wants Jin Peng wings.

looked coldly at the group of remnants of the Shangxian Gate, and said a cruel word: "You have provoked the divine punishment several times in the Shangxian Gate, and this account will be counted later." Pursue! ”

The blue-winged eagle cleared his mouth and swept away with the demon kings.

"Chase!"

Liang Zhenzi nodded at Qiu Yunzi, and the seven elders started to disappear. This time, it was the Demon King who was facing it, and it was useless for the likes of Xianwei to take it.

Thousands of miles of red clouds, covering the sky and the sun, it is difficult not to let people know, this is not something that Langyu can control.

A big battle in the thunderclouds, only the pervert and the razer can see it most clearly, this thing is not a good thing, but there is a way, it is still not good.

When I see it today, I know what is evil and what is against the sky. A dragon and a snake claim to be the nemesis of the thunder, but they are stupid, and they don't have time to take a closer look. Langyu can't take care of them anymore, and the two of them have to work together to protect themselves under the wings. The lightning was invisible, just a small aftermath, which made the two scream and let out bursts of barbecue smoke.

The Nine Dragons are circling, extinguishing and rising, and "Turning Thunder" has been opened to the extreme. After several attacks, Lang Yu was sure that Jinpeng was unharmed, so he no longer cared about it, a knife, nine dragons, and also swallowed a inherited 10,000-year-old immortal grass, just protecting his bare body and Lin'er on his chest.

He can't take the initiative to attack, he is just passively being hacked. Divine Sense is too precious, and Lang Yu doesn't dare to use it indiscriminately. Turning the thunder tribulation into a mysterious qi, using the mysterious qi to resist the thunder tribulation, it is simple to say, if you really want to control it to this extent, it is also a fate hanging by a thread.

This catastrophe is by no means comparable to the catastrophe of Qingcheng, Lang Yu dares to test the power of heaven, in addition to being forced to have no way, there is also a reliance, that is, the Jiuyang lamp, I hope he can be like the dragon stick of the big black ape, and he can be in danger of the savior. Although this hope is quite unreliable, there is no alternative.

The thunderclouds drifted all the way to the south, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth, and the strange way of surviving the tribulation, just a moment, shook the two worlds.

Hong Yi, who was following at the front, was nervous, and several more opponents appeared in his divine sense, Taixuan and Tianfeng fell far behind, and three red-clothed elders appeared on the left.

After a few breaths, a team of demon generals and demon commanders popped out of the sky on the left, and when they saw the Celestial Clan disappearing quickly, the Sable Clan probably had already gotten the news.

Crossing the border of the Tianwu Empire, the yellow-robed elder of Zhengjimen also appeared.

The red cloud covered the sky, dragging a long tail, and flew all the way to the south, and the four immortal sects joined, and chased into the territory of the sable clan, and Hong Yi had no bottom in his heart.

Lang Yu himself is a sable clan, and there is no doubt that he is flying south, and there is also a royal family of the East China Sea by his side, although the appearance of the dragon clan has not yet been discovered. But with the induction of the demon clan, it should not take long to come to the rescue, and a melee between the demon clan and the human race may be inevitable.

The thunder tribulation won't last long, no matter whether that kid lives or dies, he is not the only one fighting for Jinpeng's wings.

Hong Yi stood on the blue-winged eagle, chasing and examining the situation in front of him, and the last bead of blood spit out, slapped it on his eyebrows, and bounced it out with a wave.

Flying Blood Transmission, please send reinforcements!

Almost at the same time, Ao Jinglong also pinched open a dragon ball, and the two elders of Zhengjimen and Guangyoumen also smashed the transmission talisman one after another.

"Goo-Goo......

With a clear sound, three green cranes flew from the west, bringing out a piece of emerald green clouds, and thirty or fifty demon kings, their wings lined up and stopped in front of the thunderclouds.

The three Great Demon Kings of the Sable Clan joined forces.

"Snort!"

"Boom!"

"Bang Bang ......"

Lang Yu in the purple cloud couldn't care about anything, the two veins of the shemale, and the eight magic tricks were activated at the same time, swaying like a leaf of duckweed in the sea of thunder.

He didn't dare to consume his divine sense, it was impossible for him to dodge it all, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the clothes on his body were bare, and the crystal treasure body was like a crow, revealing pieces of penetrating wounds.

Against Tianwei, this calamity is not a test, but a punishment. When the electric light hits the golden wing, it can be converted into Xuan Qi energy, but when it hits the flesh, the energy of that moment is still something that Lang Yu can't absorb.

The challenge of leapfrogging is directly proportional to the cruel cultivation, the dragon and the snake under the wings are already almost stupid, and the situation in front of them is even more tragic than being trapped in the magic circle of that human race.

What is he going to do?! How long can it last?

Once those wings are retracted, they disappear into the realm like a soap bubble. It's really a desperate situation, who wouldn't be surprised. A life is in the hands of others, can you feel at ease?

The demon veins were rapidly filling, but there was no inch of divine consciousness in the slightest.

An awakening of the bloodline is not shallow, if it weren't for that illusion technique, Lang Yu would be able to rush into the mortal realm now, leading to a mighty thunder tribulation, why be afraid of any immortals and demon kings. With the cultivation of his own primordial god, even if he is against the immortal weapon again, he should also have the power to escape.

Damn psychic illusions!

Lang Yu scolded angrily in his heart, he already had a feeling of drowsiness.

"Qinghong, Bai Wei."

A fairy weapon, people miss it incomparably, if you are in hand at this time, why not be afraid of this catastrophe.

The world is not impermanent, but has its own cycle of cause and effect, if it weren't for that immortal weapon, if it wasn't for this Jinpeng wing, maybe Lang Yu would have died a long time ago, but it might not have caused these murderous disasters.

Eighteen blows of the Purple Tribulation, Lang Yu didn't allow him to form, and he became what he is now, and the number of bombardments is innumerable.

Lang Yu just flew south, but he didn't go fast, the clouds were already surrounded, and no one dared to enter within nearly 10,000 miles, and naturally no one could know the situation in the thunderclouds.

Hongyi is in the northwest, the mink tribe is in the southwest, Taixuan and Tianfeng are at the back, and the northeast and southeast are the two immortal gates of the Tianwu Empire, with Ao Jinglong in the middle in the distance.

Whoever is strong and who is weak, neither of them dares to make a move, whether they want to kill or save people, they have to wait for the disappearance of the thunder tribulation.

Boom, thunder like rolling beans, electric light like a web, lasted for half an hour, before there were dim signs.

Carried it for so long? One by one, the old monsters have scratched their souls in their hearts, they have all played with this thing, as long as they don't die, they will benefit immensely.

Qiu Yunzi's eyes straightened, and a chill was inexplicably born in his heart, here, he is the only one who knows Lang Yu best, more than twenty years ago, a small qi refining cultivator who could reach out and die became an existence that could compete with him in the blink of an eye, he had to admit that he was gone, if he was allowed to choose again now, he would not have made a move.

More than 20 years, for these old immortals, it is really a blink of an eye. What he was afraid of was that if he blinked again, would Lang Yu's cruel words become a reality.

This son will be killed! Qiu Yunzi has no room to let go.

The red clouds are bound to disperse, and Lang Yu is bound to appear, a catastrophe for half an hour gradually rose into the sky, and the miserable Lang Yu smiled.

The god of death in mid-air also had to shake his head and sigh at this demon.

The golden wings were put away, Lang Yu shook his hand and put on a green robe, which was the family uniform of the ancient family.

"Thunder Turning Formula" is indispensable, "Ancient Wood Shenghua Jue" is indispensable, and finally entered the Venerable.

Looking at it for thousands of miles, Lang Yu was very small, so small that only a black dot the size of a bean could be seen in his divine sense, but this insignificant black dot made people have to take a deep breath.

It's still alive.

Bai Fengchen squinted at Lang Yu, and involuntarily touched his beard, the Lu family, there is a demon, can this game of chess still live?