The breath alone can make people sink into a dream, and they can't extricate themselves.

Such a method is simply unheard of and unseen.

Many of the disciples of the Heaven Slaying Sect had just recovered at this time, and their mood had fallen to the bottom again.

I thought that Ye Hao would come back and kill Yedao strongly, so he could sit back and relax from now on.

But now the monk unleashed such a terrifying blow.

This kind of attack is simply beyond everyone's imagination.

Suddenly, some people began to worry that Ye Hao could kill Ye Dao, but whether he could withstand such a strange attack was still a matter of words.

And judging from the momentum alone, the power exuded by this monk is much stronger than that of the Night Dao.

"Dead man, I don't need to know your name. Ye Hao snorted coldly in his mouth, and suddenly an invisible fluctuation dispersed, making all the people who were intimidated by the other party's supernatural powers sober up.

Immediately, he put his hands behind his back and turned his head and walked in the direction of the Heaven Killing Sect, and at the same time, flat words sounded from his mouth.

"Xiaoba, I don't want to see him again! and all the people who participated in the siege of my Heaven Killing Sect, not a single one remains. ”

The bland words came out, but people felt an incomparably cold chill spread instantly.

The eighth master behind him was already gearing up, and when he heard this, he immediately let out a low shout and rushed directly towards the falling palm print.

Seeing this scene, Ming Chanzi's face showed a deep disdain, "You just let this kind of ant send you to die?" ”

However, before his words fell, he heard the eighth master's figure flicker, and his originally petite body instantly skyrocketed.

"Buzz!"

Pitch-black magic patterns continued to condense from the surface of the eighth master's body, and in an instant, it seemed that a terrifying beast aura that had recovered from the primeval years bloomed.

This time it wasn't a bluff, but a powerful aura that was hidden in the body and could devour everything.

"This, this is ......" The look on Ming Zenzi's face completely changed.

However, before he finished speaking, he saw the eighth master open his mouth and swallow it, and directly swallowed his palm print.

"Ahh

I swallowed my palm print as if I was eating and drinking, and then I didn't even see the slightest discomfort, not even a full burp.

As if nothing had happened.

"This can't be!" Ming Zenzi's robe swayed all over his body, and his face trembled.

"Cut, dirt buns!"

The eighth master didn't even bother to pay attention to the other party, and after doing all this, he shouted directly to the three-legged golden crow behind him: "Hey, it's your turn, you can deal with these people the fastest." ”

"Quack, well, although you are lazy, but for this kind of ant ......" The three-legged golden crow fluttered its little wings, his face was a little unhappy at first, and then he suddenly smiled: "I like the pleasure of burning everything the most." ”

As he spoke, his wings flapped, and his entire body seemed to turn into a flame-burning primeval divine bird, and when he opened his mouth and spit out, a monstrous sea of fire suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Countless golden flames swept towards everyone like a tsunami.

Suddenly, countless people looked frightened and fled desperately.

"Run!"

"What kind of monster is that, why is it so terrifying!"

"Monsters, all monsters!"

"Help, I don't want to die!"

Countless cries and cries for mercy came from the crowd, but the more the three-legged golden crow rattled excitedly.

The flame in his mouth did not diminish in the slightest, but intensified.

When the sea of fire swept over, the sky all day long, except for the somewhat sluggish Ming Zenzi who was still alive, the rest turned into a piece of flying ash, and there was not even the slightest trace of existence.

"Three, three-legged golden crow!" Ming Zenzi felt that his tongue was a little bad, but the horror in his eyes could not be eliminated.

That's a three-legged golden crow, a legendary and powerful beast comparable to a true dragon.

And the pig, Ming Chanzi finally understood the breath that devoured everything, like the legendary gluttony that devoured the sky and the earth.

"Impossible, you are a poor and remote guy, how can you be surrounded by a group of divine beast bloodlines. "Ming Zenzi has not been able to figure it out until now.

A demon beast like the three-legged golden crow, even if it is extremely rare in the entire Western Heavens, is simply rare.

Not to mention the pig demon who may have gluttonous blood.

Wherever such an existence is placed, it will be contested.

I didn't expect to be able to encounter this kind of bird in a place where it doesn't, and I met two at once.

"Hehe, boy, if you dare to despise your eighth master, you will know how miserable your own fate is. The eighth master had a grim smile on his face, and he approached him step by step.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Ming Zenzi couldn't help but retreat in horror at this time, and exclaimed as he retreated.

"Do you dare to touch me? Do you know who I am?"

"I am the Zen son of the Daluo Huanxi Temple of the Western Tianzong Dynasty, and I can succeed the existence of the host, if you move me, it will make my Daluo Huanxi Temple completely angry, and when the time comes, the Dharma Protector King Kong will definitely break your bones. ”

"Oh, Huanxi Temple, it sounds like a special double cultivation business!" The eighth master smiled strangely: "San'er, do you think we should start with him first?"

The third master's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "Haha, okay, I like to see him in pain the most." ”

"Hurry, Huohuo, you come to help!"

"Oh!" the fire, which had been motionless, burst through the air after hearing it, and then the fleshy little claws pressed into the air, as if the power of Mount Tai was overwhelming.

Suddenly, Ming Zenzi's body was directly fixed in the air like a puppet, standing there in a 'big' shape.

It was useless for him to struggle.

"You, how can you even be so strong for a dog!"

Ming Chanzi originally planned to use some secret technique to escape, but now there is no such opportunity at all.

At this moment, the eighth master flicked his hooves directly, and suddenly an invisible fluctuation was transmitted, directly turning the clothes around him into pieces.

For a while, Ming Zenzi was naked.

"Don't you like it, double cultivation? Eighth Master, I'll let you taste what it's like to lose it. San'er, do it!"

"Great!"

I saw the three-legged golden crow open its mouth and spit out, and a brilliant golden pillar of fire was wrapped around the other party's bottom like a silk thread.

Suddenly, a blazing high temperature enveloped 'Xiao Ming Zenzi'.

"Help, I'm going to kill you!"

Ming Chanzi screamed like killing a pig, and he felt that his important roots were withering and scorching at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than a cup of tea, he seemed to have spent 10,000 years.

It wasn't until he felt the smell of meat coming from below him that he heard the dissatisfied voice of the eighth master.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be so disgusting even when it's cooked, I really don't know what good it is for you to keep it. ”

Saying that, the eighth master flicked his fingers, and suddenly only heard a snap, and the underside of Ming Zenzi exploded directly into a piece of powder.

Mixed with the smell of meat in the air that has not yet been opened, Ming Zenzi fell into despair completely.

(End of chapter)