In the North Sea, on a nameless desert island, Kunpeng raised his head and looked at the golden figure in the sky, his face was a little complicated.

In a trance, it seemed that I saw the two three-legged golden crows that suppressed half of the desolate continent during the ancient barbarian period.

It's just that, compared to the three-legged golden crow that suppressed half of the flood at the beginning, this one seems to be much weaker.

The golden figure in the sky is also a three-legged golden crow, after crossing the sky, immediately, this figure also fell on the nameless desert island in the North Sea, turning into a human form, this three-legged golden crow is the appearance of the Wuchao Zen master.

It's just that, unlike the kind eyes when facing the river before, the Wuchao Zen Master at this time still holds a gourd in his hand, and his breath is cold.

"It's been a long time!" Looking at the Wuchao Zen Master who had fallen in front of him, Kunpeng's face had a complicated look, and immediately, he took the initiative to say hello.

Looking at Wuchao Zen Master, Kunpeng's face was full of guilt, joy, and embarrassment.

"Well, after so many years, you finally appeared, it is indeed a long, long time since you have seen you, since the day of the original Great Tribulation, you have been hidden from anyone to know your traces!" Compared to the complex color in Kunpeng's eyes, Wuchao Zen Master's eyes were much purer, mainly angry.

"Listen to me!"

Hearing that Zen Master Wuchao took the initiative to mention the matter of the Lich Tribulation back then, Kunpeng's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly opened his mouth, saying: "The Lich Tribulation back then was destined by Heaven, the Demon Clan and the Wu Clan will inevitably lose both and both fall, I, even if I participated in that battle back then, the final result will not change anything!"

Kunpeng's words made Wuchao Zen Master's expression silent, although he didn't want to admit it, but for Kunpeng's words, Wuchao Zen Master also had to admit that what he said was indeed reasonable.

The Lich Tribulation is the general trend destined by the Heavenly Dao, and in the end, when the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan fought a decisive battle, Kunpeng, who was a demon master, actually became a deserter, which made countless Demon Clans hate it to the core.

However, after such a long time, tens of millions of years have passed, looking back, in fact, even if Kunpeng did not escape, he participated in the final battle, but the actual ending will still not change anything.

It's just one thing to understand it rationally, and it's another thing to forgive Kunpeng emotionally.

"As the master of the demon clan, however, you betrayed the entire demon clan at the beginning!" said Zen Master Wuchao's gaze fell on Kunpeng's body.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he threw off a big hat directly.

"I!" such a big hat that betrayed the entire demon clan was thrown down, Kunpeng was naturally reluctant to wear it, but he opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but Kunpeng found that he was not qualified to refute at all.

After all, what I did at the beginning is indeed the truth.

"So, next, I don't know what you're going to do?Could it be that you want to kill me?" Now that the words have been said and done, it is impossible to coexist peacefully anymore, Kunpeng's face also sank, and he stared at Wuchao Zen Master seriously and said.

"Since you have betrayed the entire demon clan, naturally, you should bear the due responsibility!" Wuchao Zen Master's sharp eyes stared at Kunpeng and said.

"Your Highness the Tenth, although you are extremely talented, and you have condensed the little luck left in the demon clan, and your cultivation has reached the quasi-saint realm, but, don't forget, my cultivation is much higher than yours!You are not my opponent!" Kunpeng shook his head at Wuchao Zen Master, looking full of confidence.

"It's true that your cultivation is much higher than mine!, but, don't forget, you're injured now!" said Wuchao Zen Master's expression remained unchanged, still staring at Kunpeng seriously.

"If I'm not mistaken, Your Highness the Tenth, you're also injured, right? You and I are both injured, and my cultivation is higher than yours, are you really sure that you can defeat me?" Kunpeng stared at Wuchao Zen Master-for-tat, his expression still full of confidence.

Everyone was injured, but his cultivation was the pinnacle of quasi-sainthood, and Kunpeng was naturally very confident!

"Then you have to try it to find out!" The words were all said and done, and there was no intention to continue, the gourd in the hand of Wuchao Zen Master suddenly shone brightly, and a sharp breath directly steamed.

As soon as the Wuchao Zen Master made a move, he bowed to the breath steaming out of the gourd, and said, "Please turn around, baby!"

Shout!

With the movements of Zen Master Wuchao, the sharp breath steaming up in this gourd turned around.

Seeing this, Kunpeng retreated with a shocked expression.

Although Kunpeng has not walked on the Flood Desolate Continent for all these years, as a quasi-saint peak cultivator, Kunpeng's eyesight is still there, and he can clearly feel the horror of the immortal gourd.

Poof!

Although he had mobilized his strength as much as possible to resist, a wound instantly appeared on Kunpeng's chest, and blood rushed out of this wound, and the wound that was deep into the bones made Kunpeng shocked.

Fortunately, when he just retreated, he sensed that something was wrong and dodged as best he could, otherwise, if the mysterious attack really landed on his neck, perhaps, his head would have fallen, right?

Seeing that although the attack of the Immortal Gourd worked, but it was avoided by Kunpeng, the Wuchao Zen Master's brows furrowed slightly.

Immediately, with a press of his hand, the golden sun true fire appeared, turned into a huge fireball, and smashed towards Kunpeng.

It was as if the sun had gone down.

Watching the scorching sunset made by the true fire of the sun, Kunpeng's eyes condensed slightly, stretched out his palm, and lifted it up.

With his movements, the water of the North Sea was directly raised, and the true fire of the sun and the water of the North Sea instantly touched together.

The power of fire and water collided, and under the high temperature, these seawater were instantly vaporized, turning into an endless thick fog that shrouded a radius of thousands of miles.

If you look down from a high vantage point, you can see the blue North Sea, a large part of which has been shrouded in dense fog.

The power of the quasi-saint is terrifying.

Although it was a dense fog, for the quasi-saint-level Wuchao Zen Master and Kunpeng, these dense fogs were naturally not enough to block their spiritual sense.

Wuchao Zen Master controlled the Sun True Fire with one hand, and the sharp aura in the Immortal Gourd with the other hand, and launched an attack on Kunpeng with both hands.

Kunpeng was seriously injured in the end, and under the attack of the Wuchao Zen Master, he retreated one after another, and the situation became more and more critical.

"Your Highness the Tenth, after fighting for so long, it's time to lose your anger, right? If you continue to do so, don't blame me for being polite!" After fighting for a while, he was defeated and retreated, and Kunpeng seemed to have lost his patience anymore, and shouted at Wuchao Zen Master.

It's just that Zen Master Wuchao didn't answer Kunpeng's words, ignoring them as if he was ignoring them, and at the same time, his palms pressed down.

It was a large piece of the true fire of the sun that swayed past, and used his own actions to answer Kunpeng's words.

His brows furrowed slightly, looking at the Wuchao Zen Master's move, there was no politeness at all, and Kunpeng also knew that it would not work like this.

Although from the flood to the present, Kunpeng is indeed afraid of death, so when the Lich War was fought back then, Kunpeng was unwilling to die with the catastrophe and became a deserter.

However, as an ancient demon clan, Kunpeng still has feelings for the demon clan, so in the face of the Wuchao Zen Master of the Ten Princes, Kunpeng has always had some hands.

It's just that Wuchao Zen Master is also a quasi-saint cultivator now, after all, and has the power of cutting immortal gourd and sun true fire, if Kunpeng stays in his hands, maybe he will have to die.

So, by now, Kunpeng can't hide his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Kunpeng took a deep breath, and then waved his palm, and then, a golden metal block appeared in Kunpeng's hand.

This piece of golden metal looks like the remains left behind after something has been smashed, and many mysterious patterns can be seen on it.

These patterns seem to mean something, but they seem to be formed naturally.

"That, it can't be!" Looking at the large golden metal wreckage in Kunpeng's hand, Zen Master Wuchao's face changed slightly, and he seemed to recognize it.

No nonsense, looking at the oncoming sun real fire, Kunpeng raised his fist, and then, slammed his fist on this piece of metal wreckage.

There was a thud, a dull sound sounded as Kunpeng's fist struck, and then, visible to the naked eye, an invisible layer of sound waves spread out from above the wreckage.

These sound waves swept through those solar true fires, and they were all resisted, making it difficult to enter.

Knock knock!

Seeing that this attack was effective, Kunpeng smashed on the metal wreckage three times in a row, and the sound waves of three consecutive layers spread again.

As the sound wave spread, everything was shattered under this sound wave, and even the sun true fire, which was stalemate and difficult to advance, was also shattered.

The true fire of the sun was shattered, and the unabated sound waves swept by, directly shaking the Wuchao Zen Master back a lot, and his face turned pale.

It's just that Zen Master Wuchao didn't pay attention to his injury, but stared at the metal wreckage in Kunpeng's hand with both eyes, and said in a condensed voice: "That's my father's clock!?"

"Your Highness the Tenth, I have no intention of being your enemy, so don't leave it at that!"

After shaking the Wuchao Zen Master back with the metal wreckage, Kunpeng glanced at him, and immediately jumped forward, quickly flying into the distance, taking advantage of the victory and fleeing!

"Stop him, don't let him escape!" Seeing Kunpeng turn around and flee for his life, Zen Master Wuchao's face changed slightly, and he shouted loudly.

"Who is he talking to?"

Hearing the words of Zen Master Wuchao, Kunpeng's heart tightened, and he only felt an ominous feeling floating in his heart.

With the shouting of the Wuchao Zen Master, the monstrous sword qi suddenly leaked from the void.

Under this sword aura, Kunpeng's body was directly pressed down and fell into the North Sea.

Thousands of feet of sea water were directly split......