Zhu Ganglie wandered on the Continent of Gods and Demons, completely transformed the golden pill in his body into a chaotic golden pill, and his physical body was tempered to the peak of a turn, with the power of pulling out the mountain, the mountain and river seal in his hand was even refined to the double prohibition, which can be regarded as having the power of self-preservation.

"Feathered Clan?"

When Zhu Ganglie walked out of a mountain col, he looked up and saw a dense group of winged demons in the sky in the distance, but these winged demons were a little wolf, old and young, women and children, and there was a feeling of great migration.

"Why are they all the most ordinary winged demons, aren't the Qi cultivation realm demons all cultivating within the clan?"

Zhu Ganglie looked at the hundreds of winged demons in the void, and couldn't help but wonder, these hundreds of winged demons are the weakest, even if they are inferior, especially the winged demons are weaker than other demons, their own physical bodies are not as strong as the demons, and their cultivation speed is average, but the winged clan came out of the ninth day demon god, creating an absolute holy place for the winged demons, so that the winged demons can rest and recuperate in it, and only after they have a certain amount of cultivation can they walk the gods and demons continent, making the winged clan a big clan of the demons。

"Haha, Wingers, good tonic. ”

When Zhu Ganglie looked at it, a snake-body dragon head and a black-winged two-winged iron-spine dragon flew from a distance, opened its mouth and bitten, devouring dozens of winged clans, and for a time the entire migratory group was in chaos, running in all directions, but it didn't run away for long, and the other two-winged iron-spine dragon came out, and it was another burst of bites.

"How so?"

Zhu Ganglie changed from doubt to shock at this time, he didn't expect it to be so, when Zhu Ganglie was stunned, the two two-winged iron spine dragons in the air continued to devour the winged demons, although there were many winged demons fighting back, but they couldn't beat these two demon dragons at the level of refining gods.

"Hey, there is also a feather wing clan at the peak of qi training, so full of blood!"

When Zhu Ganglie was thinking. A two-winged iron-spine dragon stared at Zhu Ganglie fiercely, swooping down, and the huge snake tail swept towards Zhu Ganglie.

Zhu Ganglie's eyes were cold, he didn't plan to pay attention to these winged clans, although his demon god was a winged clan, he didn't have the slightest good impression of this race, but these demon dragons provoked him, that was to find death.

Zhu Ganglie stretched out his hand, and the mountain and river seal turned into a gray light, expanding to the size of several zhang. Slammed into the ironspinal dragon.

With a click, the iron-spine dragon's wings were directly smashed, and a loud and terrible sound came out.

With a hula, Zhu Ganglie spread out two huge dark golden light wings behind him, spread out, and drove his body to shake, turning into a black shadow, sweeping to the top of the Iron Spine Dragon's head, and holding it with one fist. Slammed into the head of the Iron Spine Dragon.

With a clang, the Iron Spine Dragon was directly smashed and fell to the ground, and the mountain and river seal also smashed down. Although the two-winged iron-spine dragon of this god refining realm has refined the size of the physical body as expected, it is exquisite, but its head is smashed, but it will not survive.

"Aang!"

Another iron-spine dragon in the air was startled. Immediately flew down to avenge the other Iron Spine Dragon, but facing this Iron Spine Dragon was a large seal like a mountain. There was a thick evil aura from it, and it smashed into the Iron Spine Dragon again.

When the big seal of the mountain slammed into this Iron Spine Dragon, the blood-colored petals wrapped it and turned into a blooming blood-colored lotus, which was included in the light wings behind it.

"Why does a low-level demon like the Iron Spine Dragon dare to provoke the Feathered Clan?"

When Zhu Ganglie put away the corpses of the two two-winged iron-spine dragons, he asked the feathered clans around him.

Hearing Zhu Ganglie's question, these people of the Feather Wing Clan were suddenly moved with sadness in their hearts, and cried: "The Feather Wing Clan is broken, not long ago, an eight-winged clan devoured the holy image of the Ninth Heaven Demon God, after the Red Lian Demon God was injured by it, he had not recovered from his injuries, and was killed by a white-clothed demon god, our holy land was occupied by the Thousand Winged Serpent Clan, and the clansmen fled from the Holy Land in a hurry, we are ready to take refuge in the Central Continent, you also follow us, enter the Central Continent, we can continue the race." ”

When Zhu Ganglie heard this, he couldn't help but touch his nose, he didn't expect that the killing of these winged clans was actually caused by himself, and the man in white was only afraid that it was the deity, but he didn't know why the deity wanted to trouble the Red Demon God.

After these winged people confided in Zhu Ganglie, they continued to wander again, and they also saw that Zhu Ganglie was just practicing qi cultivation, although there was a strange treasure and unique supernatural powers, but it could not protect them.

Zhu Ganglie swept around, suddenly felt something in his heart, looked up into the distance, and saw that there was a large group of feathered tribesmen migrating in the distance, these feathered tribes were somewhat like wildebeests migrating from the African savannah in the previous life, and the other monsters around were more like those lions, cheetahs and the like.

It's just that although these Feather Wing Clan people are pitiful, they still carry a large number of human beings, they are the servants and food of the Feather Wing Clan, and the shape is even more pitiful, which makes Zhu Ganglie not have the slightest pity for these Feather Wing Clan.

"Amitabha!"

When Zhu Ganglie dodged away, a Buddha horn suddenly appeared in the void, which made Zhu Ganglie's expression suddenly shocked, and the mountain and river seal in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Buddha Gate, how can there be a Buddha Gate in the Gods and Demons Continent?"

When Zhu Ganglie looked shocked, a handsome monk wearing a golden robe and a round of Buddha light hanging from the back of his head walked from a distance.

"The poor monk is a great day, and if you come to me, you will be spared the catastrophe and enjoy eternal life. ”

The young monk said lightly to the migrating winged demons, but the Buddha light behind his head was forcibly transforming the winged demons one after another.

"Lu Press, didn't he control the Flood Desolate Sun, how did he run to the Gods and Demons Continent!"

Zhu Ganglie's heart was pimpled, and he immediately reacted, pretending to be an ordinary Feather Wing Clan mixed into the migrating Feather Clan, he and this land pressure have a huge cause and effect, although they have not met in the flood and famine, but they have constantly clashed.

I didn't expect to see this deity of land pressure in the Gods and Demons Continent.

Just when this land pressure forcibly transformed the Winged Demon Clan, the earth suddenly shook, and a mountain-like Hell God Slayer slowly appeared on the ground with a black giant blade, and roared at the landing pressure: "Golden Crow, Hell forbids you to detain the Winged Demon Clan, otherwise the demons will fight!"

As soon as this Hell God Slayer finished speaking, he was shattered by Lu Quan's palm, and said to several other Hell God Slayers who slowly appeared: "The poor monk just wants to exempt the suffering of the Winged Demon Clan, why should Hell be like this!"

"Great Golden Crow, the secret of the Winged Demon Clan's achievement of the Heavenly Demon God will not be obtained by the Demon Clan, if you watch this mystery again, the two clans can only go to war. ”

A cold voice came out through the Hell God Slayer, which made Lu Pressure jealous.

"Amitabha!"

Lu Jian said a Buddha horn, swept the hell god killer with cold eyes, opened his mouth and shouted again: "The poor monk started a sect in Futu Mountain, no matter what race, as long as he steps into Futu Mountain, he can get my protection, and he can get a powerful magic trick." ”

The words of this land pressure made some of the Winged Clans tempted, and also some of the demons were tempted, while more of the Winged Clans were numbly migrating towards the Central Continent, and Zhu Ganglie carefully looked at this Wing Pressure, with his current strength and identity, once he was spied through by the Wing Clan, he could really only wait to be killed. (To be continued......)