"Roar—"

The king of Wujiao was furious, his clothes and armor were torn, and a vicious wind came to his face, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a black giant Jiao dozens of zhang long, soaring into the air, roaring like thunder, and the huge dragon's tail swung and swept towards Xiao Fan.

The power of this sweep is so powerful that the entire void is constantly distorted.

But everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Fan in unison, to see how he responded.

With their ability, the dragon tail of the Wujiao King swept away, although it was invincible, but there were countless ways to easily dodge it. What they want to see is whether Xiao Fan will still use hand-to-hand combat to receive this blow.

There is no doubt that they did not disappoint!

Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, a high-pitched birdsong sounded, and a phantom of Lei Peng, covered in silver light, flew up from behind him and went straight to the sky.

"The Power of the Holy Spirit ......"

Many people suddenly exclaimed, and their faces changed greatly.

From this silver-winged thunder peng phantom, they could clearly feel an extremely powerful force, the power of the Holy Spirit!

Lei Peng's phantom hovered slightly in the void, and then he pounced down, burrowed into Xiao Fan's body and disappeared.

The sound of "crackling" bone joints exploding, Xiao Fan disappeared, and a green-armored demon god with a height of more than ten zhang appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the powerful aura of the Holy Spirit came out.

As soon as he felt this breath of the Holy Spirit, Wu Jiao's heart tightened, and he immediately had an ominous premonition that a catastrophe was coming, but at this time, the dragon tail had already arrived in front of the Qingjia Demon God. Even if he wanted to take it back, it would be too late.

Next. There was no earth-shattering collision as expected, and the Wujiao King only felt a tightness in his tail. The huge dragon tail was already in the hands of the Qingjia Demon God.

"Bad ......"

These were the only two words that King Wujiao had time to say.

Then, the black giant Jiao, which was dozens of zhang long, flew up as a whole, turned into a long whip, and was heavily slammed down by the Qingjia Demon God.

Everyone was dumbfounded, they really didn't expect that such a situation would occur in the hand-to-hand combat of the Ancestor of the Enlightenment Period.

"Friends of the Taoist are merciful......"

The white-haired old man's face finally changed, and he shouted urgently.

"Boom!"

The Black Jiao King had no power to resist. Caught in the small lake below, the water column rose to the sky, splashing out in all directions, and in an instant, the lake bottomed out. A huge pit appeared at the bottom of the lake, and the body of the Wujiao King, dozens of zhang long, lay straight in the deep pit, without the slightest breath.

Rao is the king of Wujiao, with rough skin and thick meat. The body is strong, and after being hit so hard, he can't resist it after all, and he faints to death.

Fortunately, everyone can still feel the signs of life in him. It can be seen that Xiao Fan did not kill the killer and left him with a life.

The faces of all the old monsters became embarrassed and strange.

Three moves!

It's really just three moves, the awesome Wujiao King. It was beaten into this bird-like shape, showing its original form. Lying straight in front of everyone, it was really a loss of face. From now on. I'm afraid it's not easy to meet with these colleagues.

The white-haired old man shook his head and raised his hand, only to see the small lake that had already bottomed out, the waves were surging, and in an instant, the lake became full again, covering the body of the Wujiao King.

In any case, the current appearance of King Wujiao is a little ugly.

The body of the Qingjia Demon God twisted for a while, changed back to Xiao Fan's appearance, returned to the island in the middle of the lake, slowly sat down opposite the white-haired old man, picked up the teacup, and took another sip.

The white-haired old man's eyes swept over Xiao Fan's face, and he asked in a deep voice: "It is rumored that Xiao Daoyou is a chaotic spirit body, which is the strongest spirit body of the human race, and it is also the purest bloodline inheritance. But I don't know where the power of the Holy Spirit comes from? ”

Xiao Fan said softly: "Since Daoist friends know the Chaos Spirit Body, they naturally know that the biggest feature of the Chaos Spirit Body is assimilation. Any power can be used for oneself. ”

The old man naturally knows this. But Silver Wing Lei Peng ......"

The Seven Nights Python you killed was not a heavenly bird-like Holy Spirit.

Xiao Fan smiled slightly and said, "There is not only one kind of innate holy spirit in the world. Xiao had some chances before and got the power of Lei Peng. ”

The white-haired old man nodded lightly, and was about to speak, only to hear the sound of water, and the king of Wujiao rose from the bottom of the lake and flew directly to more than 100 zhang away, before he stabilized his body, staring at Xiao Fan viciously, his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, and he was obviously very angry.

But everyone knows that King Wujiao is really scared at this time, otherwise, he would not have retreated directly to Baizhang.

But this must be done, otherwise you won't be able to hang up your face.

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Xiao Daoyou's courage is commendable, he actually invited more than a dozen of our old guys over, and dared to set the location on Dragon God Island." Daoyou can know that even if the ancestor is there in person, there may not be a chance of victory, and the Taoist friend and the ancestor confront, although they win by luck, do you think that you can really be stronger than the ancestor? ”

"Bainin senior, don't talk nonsense with him. This man has hurt my ancestors, and he is my enemy who has no common heaven in the Seven Nights. If we dare to be so big, why should we be polite to him and kill him! ”

Before Xiao Fan could speak, a bald man with a height of a few feet shouted loudly.

This person is fat, full of red light, full of muscles and flesh, full of strength, at a glance, he knows that he is cultivating some kind of extremely powerful and domineering body refining exercises, and seeing that the Wujiao King, who is also strong in the flesh, was easily defeated by Xiao Fan, and he has already become hostile.

If you don't take this opportunity to completely exterminate this Nanzhou monk on Dragon God Island, if you encounter this person alone in the future, won't you definitely die?

"Yes, kill him!"

Immediately, someone chimed in.

"Whew", the fat man showed his blade, it was a heavy three-ring ghost head knife, and with a shake of his hand, the three copper rings on the knife body rattled, which was really majestic and murderous.

This person is really short-tempered and very impatient.

It's just that although he showed his blade, he has been standing firmly on the ground, not moving half a step, as if he is holding a certain direction. More than a dozen super masters of the Seven Nights Realm faintly formed some kind of formation, just like when they were in Tianzun Mountain, Xiao Fan and they laid down a seven-killing array to deal with the Blood Scale Dragon.

"Yo, little one, who do you want to kill when you're in such a hurry?"

Without waiting for the others to show off their blade magic weapons, a coquettish voice suddenly sounded in the void, delicate, but it made people have goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Who? Dare to pretend to be a ghost here, get out of here! ”

The fat man was furious and shouted.

Speaking of which, he is also an ancestor in the middle stage of the Enlightenment Spirit, a super power that moves the entire Seven Nights Realm, a god who is honored as an ancestor in a continent, and worshiped by hundreds of millions of people, where can he stand such a wretched spirit.

"Little one, what are you doing all this yelling? I'm right in front of you, but you can't see me. If you want to blame it, blame yourself for your bad eyes. ”

The voice became more and more coquettish, and the cold air around the person was heard.

"It's just an illusion, and I'm pretending to be a ghost here, and Daoist friends are too underestimate me and there is no one in the Seven Nights Realm."

Over there, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and a spark flew lightly. This spark looked inconspicuous, and the speed of flying in the void was not fast, as if it could be completely extinguished as long as a gust of wind blew, but it always swayed and flew straight in front of the fat man.

With a bang, the light burst out, and the sparks suddenly exploded, enveloping the void in front of the fat man in a range of more than ten zhang, igniting a raging flame.

"Huh?"

"Bone Eater?"

The void twisted, and the young woman in the black dress appeared, looking at the raging flames not far away, her face was slightly surprised, and then the sleeves of her robe shook, and a breeze blew, and the raging flames were suddenly extinguished with the wind, without even the slightest strength to resist.

The young woman in the black dress pursed her lips with a look of disdain.

"It turned out to be just a fake, I thought that in the lower realm, there were really people who could cultivate the Bone Erosion Demon Fire. Surprise me! ”

"The Nether?"

The middle-aged scribe did not laugh angrily, but stared at the young woman in the black dress.

"Your Excellency, don't tell me that you're from the Upper Realm. There should be a side to bragging! ”

The young woman in the black dress glanced at him and said with a smile: "Little guy, I originally came from the upper realm, what is there to brag about?" Do you think Mrs. Ben likes to be in this place where birds don't? The aura of heaven and earth here is so thin, if I stay here for one more day, my cultivation will degrade by a point. ”

The white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "The breath on Madame's body is indeed a little unusual. It is quite different from the ghost clan that the old man saw. But this alone wants to scare us, and I'm afraid it's not enough. ”

The young woman in the black dress giggled and said, "Xiaoyou is too confident, and the concubine really didn't want to scare you." ”

A strange look flashed on everyone's faces.

The Venerable Bairen is the oldest Terran monk in the entire Seven Nights Realm, and he has already set foot in the late stage of enlightenment many years ago, and his ascension is just around the corner, at least three or four thousand years old, but he is repeatedly claimed to be a "little friend" by this young woman in a black dress, which makes people feel so strange.

"The concubine just wants to tell you that Xiao Zhenren's appointment to meet you here actually gives you a chance to live. If you know each other, sit down obediently, negotiate well, strike when you should strike, trade when you should trade, swear an oath, and everything is easy to say. Otherwise, don't blame us for being polite. As long as you kill a dozen of you, the entire Seven Nights Realm will no longer have combat power to speak of. ”

The young woman in the black dress completely ignored the gazes of everyone that almost tore her apart, and said without hazing, without feeling that what she said was inappropriate.

"By the way, I want to tell you one more thing, I have seen everything you have done on Dragon God Island in the past three years. Do you think that the formation arranged here by Seven Nights is really that simple? Can anyone easily drive this circle? ”

"If that's the case, why did Seven Nights spend a lot of essence blood true soul to summon me out and set up a formation for him?"

"Cocooning yourself, I don't know if you've heard of it?" (To be continued......)