Shen Lu's face changed, and he couldn't believe the changes in the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King.

The other party is like the Emperor of Heaven descending at this moment, with him as the center, his upper body is covered by a huge phantom, like layers of armor, the phantom is a huge golden peng, it spreads its arms, and the golden light is shrouded in the golden-winged Xiaopeng King.

"How is it?Shen Lu, this move is my bloodline power, which inspired the ancestors in my bloodline to come!"

"You're dead!"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's pupils turned crimson, his cheeks were covered by layers of scale armor, and he looked extremely demonic, and his voice was very hoarse and low, like a volcano that couldn't be suppressed, and was about to erupt.

"Boom-"

It was impossible for Shen Lu to quietly watch the power of his bloodline completely explode, he took the first step out, all kinds of moves were realized, thunder and lightning fell from the sky, ice and snow eroded away, a pair of sheep's horns, and pig's trotters broke through the golden-winged Xiaopeng King.

The roar continued, the ice palace shook, and there was a faint feeling of collapse, the corner of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King's mouth slanted, and he pointed out that the golden light converged into a phantom, sweeping like a pillar of light, and with one blow, Shen Lu's moves were once again all powdered.

"How can the power of my Golden-winged Dapeng Bird's bloodline be able to fight against?"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was suspended in the sky, his face was cold, at this moment, he was like a god king who could dominate the world, and the sky was a little broken by the powerful momentum.

"Whoosh-"

The transformation was over, the Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King launched an attack in an instant, and with one step, the surrounding scenery quickly flew upside down, and in an instant, it was in front of Shen Lu, and the speed was countless times faster than before, and the glasses couldn't react.

"Suffered!"

Shen Lu's pupils shrank suddenly, and now it was too late to attack, he hurriedly cast a hundred forging golden body mage, condensed the aura in his body a little, and a barrier surrounded him.

"It's too slow!"

A taunt sounded in his ears, followed by an attack like a raging storm, and countless golden fists continued to bombard, conjuring up countless afterimages.

"Pss

The protective barrier around Shen Lu's body gradually began to break, but the opponent's attack still did not stop, and every punch was extremely heavy, and it was furious.

Shen Lu's face was pale, the power of the bloodline of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King completely exploded, and his combat power was several times stronger, and now he was not an opponent at all.

With the Remnant Sun Sword in hand, the sword intent was complete, and he swept towards the other party, a huge flame gushing out, and the body of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King took a step back.

Shen Lu saw the opportunity, urged You Longxing, stepped on the sky boots, and his body instantly retreated, keeping a certain distance from the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, and hurriedly escaped from the Ice Palace.

"Hmph! You can't escape!"

The Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King's eyes were fierce, and he didn't intend to let go of the other party at all, so he conjured up a golden wing from behind him, shook slightly, and flew out in an instant.

"Boom-"

Above the sky, the golden-winged Xiaopeng King pointed out, and ten thousand golden feathers flew out, each of which had some extremely strong penetrating power, Shen Lu didn't care about these attacks, and still rushed forward without looking back, a few feathers pierced into his back, and there were blood stains.

"Peng—"

After escaping for a while, he found the gate of the Ice Palace, he did not hesitate, broke it with a punch, and rushed out with his body.

As soon as they came out of the Ice Palace, more than a dozen eyes condensed on Shen Lu's body, these people were the eighth-level monks who couldn't enter the Ice Palace, and they didn't want to give up the opportunity, so they planned to have a yellow finch here.

"King Golden-winged Xiaopeng has taken away the inheritance of the saint, and his strength has skyrocketed. Kill all the people, stop him!"

Shen Lu hurriedly shouted, pushing everything to the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, whether these eighth-level cultivators believed it or not, they would definitely block the other party.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

The Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King also rushed out of the Ice Palace in the next moment, and his powerful momentum made the eighth-level monks present stunned, and they also believed what Shen Lu said.

"Leave the saint inheritance, I can let you go, otherwise even if your protector is an eighth-level mid-grade cultivator, we will fight to the death!"

More than a dozen eighth-level cultivators shot out at the same time, and the combined power was terrifying.

"Bold, I'm a golden-winged Dapeng bird, you don't dare to do it?"

An old man descended from the sky, fighting thirteen eighth-level monks alone, at this moment, his face was gloomy, things were just as he was worried about, these old immortals would definitely compete for the saint inheritance at the gate of the Ice Palace, originally he didn't take it to heart, anyway, it had nothing to do with his Golden-winged Dapeng Bird clan.

But now the inheritance of the saint seems to have been fought over by the son of their family.

"The saint inheritance is no longer next to me, on that bastard boy!

King Golden-Winged Xiaopeng's face was pale, he was about to catch up with Shen Lu, but he was stopped by a group of eighth-level monks, how could he be in a good mood?

"Bastard, if I get the inheritance of the saint, do I still need to escape? Now that I have been hunted down by you like this, you still lie to me, who will believe it!"

Shen Lu refused, there was still a little grievance on his face, he really didn't get the inheritance of the saint, and the wordless paper could never be left by the saint, so when he said this, he had a clear conscience.

More than a dozen eighth-level cultivators fell silent, and they still looked at the Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King, obviously not believing what the other party said.

"A bunch of ignorant bastards! Kimber, get out of the way, let me deal with them!"

The Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King's face was gloomy again, and his momentum grew again, and he rushed towards more than a dozen eighth-level monks.

Seeing this, Shen Lu's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly secretly looked at the body and left this place, and the fool stayed and waited for them to make a result.

"Rank 8 Peak Cultivator?!How is it possible?!Is the Saint Inheritance so powerful?"

As soon as the two sides just fought, everyone felt each other's cultivation, and their faces couldn't help but be stunned, and they believed what Shen Lu said even more.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing that Shen Lu had fled, King Jin's face was furious, and his glasses were red as he looked at these eighth-level monks, his bloodline power burst out completely to burn the bloodline power to maintain, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was stopped like this, how could he not be angry?

As soon as he struck, he was full of strength, and a thousand feathers fluttered in the sky with killing intent, each one of them was extremely sharp, and even a dozen eighth-level cultivators joined forces to feel a huge pressure.

"Old fellows, if we keep our hands, we will all be buried in the hands of this guy!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone no longer kept it, and the move was vicious and vicious, worthy of being old, every blow would bombard the weak place, even if the Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King had an incomparably huge strength at the peak of the eighth level, he was also in a hurry, after all, this was not the power of his own cultivation, and he could not achieve a full explosion.