"Boom!"

The dull sound of the explosion spread from the top of the Sky Mountain, and the figure of the Purple Gold Emperor Lion exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, and there was also blood spurting wildly in Zhou Miao's mouth.

His Purple Gold Emperor Lion, killed?

Until now, he felt a little unreal, as if he was living in a dream.

His eyes were cold, and at the corner of the Heavenly Thunder Lord's mouth, a trace of blood quietly appeared, the Purple Gold Heavenly Emperor Lion was worthy of being a spirit beast that had undergone a mutation, and its strength was extremely terrifying.

If you give it a few more claws, it may not be able to hold it up.

If you can hold on until now, it's all about enduring.

"Your spirit beast, how could you kill the Purple Gold Emperor Lion with one blow!" staring at Xiao Yang deadly, Zhou Miao's eyes were full of anger.

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice.

The Firmament Sword Master didn't get it, but instead put the Purple Gold Emperor Lion into it.

"You want to know?" Xiao Yang smiled lightly: "Let's go down and think slowly!"

"Huh!"

With a wave of the palm of the Heavenly Thunder Lord's hand, the six-arc thunder blade slashed out obliquely, and between the high-speed rotations, dazzling thunder lights hovered around it, exuding an extremely sharp aura.

"Withered old man!" Zhou Miao shouted in shock.

"Junior, be forgiving and forgiving!"

A huge holy light palm stretched out from the void, and the two fingers that were together forced the thunder blade to retreat, and immediately slammed it at Xiao Yang with a strong killing intent.

Forgiving and forgiving?

Xiao Yang sneered.

The one who can launch such an offensive is naturally the Spirit King strong, but his face is really ugly, first let him stop, and then kill him.

What a forgiving and forgiving person!

"Old Wither, kill him and take the Heavenly Thunder Wheel over. Zhou Miao gritted his teeth and looked at Xiao Yang and shouted.

"If I don't kill you today, I will abolish your spiritual gate!"

With a flash of cold in his eyes, the fire wings behind Xiao Yang bloomed, and the white light surged, and the speed soared suddenly, rushing towards Zhou Miao like lightning, and the two fingers that were together flashed with blazing fire.

Spirituality, Yang Yan Finger!

"Arrogant!"

An angry old voice came out, and the direction of the holy light's palm turned, and it grabbed Xiao Yang fiercely at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The Spirit King and the Spirit Emperor are two completely different levels.

There are some spirit kings, even without using spirit beasts, that can kill the spirit beasts of the Emperor Dome level.

This is enough to see how terrible the Spirit King is.

The holy light grabbed the palm fiercely, Xiao Yang's eyes were slightly sunken, and the palm of his hand slapped the Void Boundary Stone, and a spirit demon puppet wielding two knives slashed out the sharp long knife like lightning.

"A ninth-order Emperor Dome-level spirit demon puppet?" As if he was a little surprised, the old man smiled coldly: "The Spirit King's powerhouse is powerful, how can you imagine it?"

"Bang!"

The spiritual power palm flicked by, and the spirit demon puppet shattered in response, and metal-like fragments scattered downward.

"Extinguish!"

Hearing the old man's sneer, Xiao Yang's face was slightly gloomy, and his sharp gaze was projected onto Zhou Miao, who was full of hatred above.

His grudge with the Wild Lion Hall has long been irreconcilable.

If you can kill someone, you can't let it go.

However, in front of the Spirit King Old Man, even if he wanted to abolish Zhou Miao, it would be very difficult, unless, he fought to be in danger of being killed and rushed up again.

"Cowardly waste. Zhou Miao coldly spit out a few words.

Xiao Yang, it is impossible to move him today.

"Huh!"

With a flap of the white flame wings, Xiao Yang retreated, rubbing the palm of the holy light that swept in front of him, shaking the space out of the Dao crack, and even the nearby spiritual power was directly exploded.

"Didn't you kill me. Zhou Miao spoke again, deliberately provoking Xiao Yang.

"It's funny, isn't it? Xiao Yang stabilized his figure and looked at Zhou Miao coldly.

"Guess what. Zhou Miao smiled.

He just likes the pleasure of angering others, but others can't kill him.

"Junior, your speed is very fast, I see how many times you can dodge!" The old holy light palm crossed a strange arc and suppressed Xiao Yang.

From this perspective, Xiao Yang has only two choices.

One is to dodge again, but in this way, Xiao Yang is in danger of being wiped out.

The second is to retreat, unable to move Zhou Miao at all.

No matter which one it is, it is in line with the old man's heart.

"Ant, do you want to retreat, you looked like you had to kill me before, but now you don't dare, you are so cowardly, you just die. Zhou Miao sneered.

Just when Zhou Miao was sarcastic about Xiao Yang.

"Hurry!"

A cold shout sounded quietly from below, and only a sound was heard, and the palm of the spiritual power condensed by the old man's spiritual power was crushed away by a brilliant sword wheel.

"You ......" Zhou Miao's scalp was numb.

The Firmament Sword Lord actually made a move.

Moreover, it is still to help Xiao Yang!

Seizing this opportunity, Xiao Yang rose sharply, and the two fingers of the firelight surged straight towards the shocked Zhou Miao, and before he could get close, the fire that erupted erupted from the back of his neck.

A red arrow of blood spurted out.

Zhou Miao, dead!

"You dare to kill him!" the old man was furious, and frantically took several palm prints, each of which had the power to crush the mountain.

"Boom!"

Catching the sharp sword that flew back, the breath of the Sky Sword Lord suddenly withered, and the wound that was finally healed by the elixir, blood gurgled and flowed, and then his legs became weak, and he knelt on one knee, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword trembled.

That's the limit of what it can bear.

"Zhou Ku, you are so bold, do you want to ignore the rules of the ghost underworld. ”

In this indifferent voice, a spiritual power training slashed, and the spiritual power palm burst one after another, Zhou Ku gritted his teeth and turned to leave: "Boy, you remember for me, the people of the Crazy Lion Hall are not so easy to kill!"

The spiritual power rolled up Zhou Miao's corpse, and Zhou Ku's figure disappeared from the sky in the blink of an eye.

The seriously injured Heavenly Thunder Lord returned to the Spirit Gate, Xiao Yang's eyes were solemn, and a drop of Yanfeng essence blood was suspended in the palm of his hand, if the person who came was not good, then he could only hope that the Yanfeng Chaoyang of the Red Flame could delay for a little time.

"Huh!"

In the rapid sound of breaking the wind, a figure flew over, it was actually a middle-aged man, he looked at Xiao Yang, and then looked at the Firmament Sword Lord below, his face was quite strange: "An eighth-order spirit emperor, and a dying throne-level spirit beast?"

"The younger Xiao Yang has seen the seniors. Xiao Yang bowed his hand slightly.

"No need to be polite, I came here to be entrusted by others. The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Entrusted by someone?" Xiao Yang was a little puzzled.

"Let me introduce myself, I am the guest elder of Yuan Shiguan. The middle-aged man laughed.

"Yan Sheng asked you to come?

"Half right. The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled: "It's Li Ling's little girl, otherwise, do you really think that the bullshit rules of the Ghost Netherworld can restrain the Spirit King? To put it bluntly, it's just to deceive ordinary people, and the person who really sees the Spirit King violating the rules will be almost dead a long time ago." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yang smiled bitterly and nodded.

He never thought it worked.

"I should go, this place is not the boundary of our Yuan Shi Guan, it is not appropriate to stay longer, if you have the chance, you will go to the branch hall of Yuan Shi Guan to see, I really don't know, what is good about you kid, you can make Li Ling worry all the time." The middle-aged man threw his palm, and a metallic token was thrown towards Xiao Yang.

"Huh!"

Leaving the token, the middle-aged man suddenly drifted away like a cluster of flames.

Seeing this, Xiao Yang was a little envious.

The ability of the Spirit King is convenient.

Sweeping his gaze downward, the corners of Xiao Yang's mouth were slightly raised.

Finally, it's time to conclude a spiritual covenant again.

The Tenth Spirit Gate, officially confirmed!

(End of chapter)