Chapter 814 Bloody Fight

Chapter 814 Bloody Fight

"Kunpeng treasure technique."

With a wave of the knife, the surrounding water vapor seemed to turn into a sky-swallowing Kunpeng, locking the entire underground palace tightly, as if the space had trembled and condensed, and the originally bright world suddenly fell into darkness, while the 'giant beast' remained silent. Quietly and slowly swimming in the depths of darkness.

"Spirit demon blood kill."

"Juzhuan!"

The red-haired monk groaned, and his ten fingers suddenly turned into ten bloody figures.

The figure rushed in all directions, but in just a moment, as the roar came, the trembling space in front of him immediately stopped, and the boundless water vapor also turned into a heavy fog under the stirring of blood.

There seemed to be some terrifying existence moving forward in the heavy fog.

The sound is like a drum.

Brave and heart-warming.

The eyes of the big ghost in the fog flashed red.

In the mist, thousands of golden feathers appeared in front of him, seemingly gathering into a heavenly sword to kill the terror walking in the darkness.

laugh!

One knife fell,

The evil spirit rises,

The void surges and the heaven and earth are bright.

Under the illumination of the sword, the illusory moonlight of the Taoist image gradually dissipated, leaving only silver light swaying down, but blood could be seen emerging from the silver light.

The blood arrows, like poisonous snakes, followed the light of the sword and climbed up the long handle. It seemed that if they were given a chance, they would penetrate into the body of the sword holder and gnaw at the internal organs.

Pulling out the long handle, the Taoist soldiers shine brightly.

While changing his moves, the bloody arrow light also turned into a light curtain.

"kill!"

The golden sword shattered three thousand feathers, and Nirvana became a heavenly roc that cut through the river of blood.

The supreme golden roc's iron claws, which were like lapis lazuli, tore apart the twilight in front of him in one fell swoop.

Gold, red and green reflected the face of the person who made the move. His face was not shaken in the slightest. The Taoist cauldron under his feet was spinning, and a huge ethereal spiritual giant Kun protected his side.

The sky showed the golden roc and the earth flew away. Chuiyun, who was holding the golden roc sword, kicked the cauldron. The cauldron immediately turned into a treasure armor and covered his body. While the armor covered his face, he said: "Tu Shanjun, you are too arrogant. , in the past two hundred years, not only you have made progress, but I am not bad at all either."

"combine!"

The golden roc and giant Kun were like heaven and earth coming together. Turning around, Haoran Kunpeng turned slightly, and the entire underground palace collapsed.

"hold head high!!!"

The giant beast roared, and the sound waves were like rolling waves.

The surrounding ruins also turned into powder in the sound waves.

Mountain peaks and underground palaces disappeared.

The clear blue sky hangs down.

At this time, the sky was bright.

As soon as Kunpeng spread his wings, it became dark again.

The Soaring Kunpeng is different from both Jukun and Jinpeng.

The golden roc is sharp. The roc spreads its wings for three thousand miles. You cannot see the dust under your feet, and it is impossible for dust to come close. Everything that wants to get close to the golden roc will turn into smoke and dust under the fluttering wings.

The giant kun that wanders in spirit is like a banished immortal, floating in the sky and earth, carrying all living beings.

Kunpeng, the two merged into one, has the characteristics of both, but is completely different.

It is more realistic than an ancient god, hidden between heaven and earth. Even the flutter of its wings cannot be felt, and only darkness and dawn can be seen.

If it is how ordinary people feel.

I didn’t feel like I had met some strange and powerful god, I just felt like I was witnessing the natural changes of heaven and earth.

"It's not that I'm confident, it's that you are too confident."

Tushanjun murmured softly.

He dared to come alone.

It means having enough support to compete with it.

What puzzled Tu Shanjun was that Chuiyun didn't find helpers this time. It made people remember that when he intercepted and killed Venerable Fentian, Chuiyun found a total of three helpers and ten protectors.

Maybe you feel your own strength is enough, or you don’t want to share your victory with others.

In this case, Tushanjun doesn't feel much pressure.

The only thing he has to take into consideration is the condition of his own mana.

The shadow left by Sanniang was consumed a lot in the battle with the giant hand.

Otherwise, he might go to the Five Directions Region and kill the Master of Five Zangs.

Venerable Fentian can at least talk about it, but the villain Wu Zang is really annoying.

It was obviously not the time to think too much at this time. Tu Shanjun had already felt the pressure of Kunpeng. When Kunpeng spread its wings, all the wisdom of the world seemed to be gathered under its wings, as if it was not the spread of wings, but the day and night of a world. Alternately, the ebb and flow of the tide of inspiration.

It’s exactly what Venerable Chuiyun said.

Over the past two hundred years, he has also made progress.

Especially after surviving a battle with Taihua, Chuiyun seemed to have really touched the edge.

A hundred years of serious injuries and near-death experiences every day did not make him take the elixir. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

There is great terror between life and death, which is both great terror and great opportunity.

A person has been wandering between life and death for a hundred years, and the first thing he does when he wakes up every day is to be grateful that he is still alive. This is really an unbelievable thing. Not to mention, he also possesses the elixir to heal himself.

There was no trace of contempt in Tushanjun's eyes.

Perhaps Chuiyun did not have the background of those major candidate Taoists, but he was still a powerful monk and had blazed a different path.

"Void God."

"out."

The blood-gold black tiger jumped out of the blood-black mist behind it with the green-faced fox on its back. Compared with Kunpeng, its size was much smaller.

However, this was not the end. When Kunpeng sealed the world, a pair of sharp claws were already embedded in it. At first, I thought it was a curtain formed by black mist, but after a closer look, I realized that it was a piece of light human skin.

The green fox grinned and revealed its fangs, tearing open the flesh and stuffing it behind its back.

The same goes for Black Tiger.

The Xutian Shenyi, who was originally only human skin, immediately tore open the abyss of light in front of him and squeezed out after being filled with flesh, blood and bones.

"Roar!"

…

Two huge Xutian gods confronted each other in the sky, suddenly awakening the Kunpeng Sect who was trembling in fear for the rest of his life.

The current Kunpeng Sect is no longer comparable to before.

They once held the fifteen lands of Xingluo, with most of the territory in their hands.

There are more than a million or tens of millions of monks. There are more than forty Nascent Soul Lords alone, and there are also ancestors who are the gods. Now that it has fallen apart, there are only hundreds of thousands of people left to follow the ancestors. The Yuan Ying in the sect has gone and died, and now there are less than seven people.

Li Tianshui is one of them.

Now he is in the late stage of Nascent Soul.

As a famous genius, four hundred and five years have passed, and he is lucky enough to have survived and become even more powerful.

Watching the battle in Yuantian, Li Tianshui seemed to recall the Xingluo Sect Conference held in Donghai City. At that time, only three people from Taiyi Sect came, first a pair of masters and apprentices, and later that person's junior brother.

"this……"

"Hurry up and help our ancestors."

"..."

A group of Nascent Soul Lords hurriedly gathered together

"I suggest reporting it to Lu Huangzong as soon as possible."

"I have submitted a letter."

Everyone's hearts are still unsettled.

After a long silence, one of the True Lords asked: "How did this person sneak into the sect's formation?"

I didn't expect anyone to answer.

After all, powerful monks always have different methods.

"I did it."

Everyone looked at the speaker as if they didn't hear clearly.

"I have already negotiated with the leader of Taiyi Sect."

Li Tianshui said in a deep voice.

One of the young Nascent Soul Lords immediately stood up and shouted angrily: "Li Tianshui, how dare you do this to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!"

"Once the ancestor dies, is there any way for us to survive? Who will benefit us, the family, and the sect if you sell the ancestor, or is it that Taiyi Sect promised you..."

"You are greedy for life and afraid of death, I..."

"The ancestor asked me to do it."

As soon as this statement came out.

The angry young man was like a goose whose throat was being strangled.

The sound stopped suddenly.

Li Tianshui held his sleeves and continued: "If we can win this battle, we still have a chance to turn around. If we lose, I will take the sect to join the Taiyi Sect. Yu Long has made a promise, and we also need a destination. and asylum.”

He said looking into the distance: "This is the last way out."

"But, I feel uneasy."

"Do not worry."

"Yu Long knows how to do it."

Li Tianshui comforted everyone.

As long as the ancestors can win, they don't have to do this.

If the ancestor dies.

Then, the current head of Taiyi Sect will definitely try his best to protect them and take over Xingluo's orthodoxy from their hands. In the future, whether he is a mascot or an elder, he will not pose much of a threat.

"well!"

Someone sighed.

Everyone sighed, but no one raised any objections.

The silence was very quiet, in sharp contrast to the battle situation in the distance.

Don't know what they were thinking.

Are you praying that Chuiyun can win, or are you praying that everything Yu Long promised can be fulfilled?

…

"Heaven never grows old!"

Tu Shanjun twisted the formula and cast a spell.

The black mist on Xu Tianshenyi's body condensed into a black robe, and the black robe flashed with sticky thunder arcs.

A huge miraculous creature about a hundred feet high rose into the sky and punched across the sky. The light and shadow seemed to be intertwined into countless threads at this moment, and the threads were also twisted into a thunder that destroyed the heaven and earth.

The long fist was extended, and thunder and hell spread all over.

boom!

Most of the world created by Kunpeng was shattered.

Even the new land of Kunpeng Sect has become a wasteland.

However, Kunpeng did not collapse. He swung his body and a blue light curtain rose from the distant coast.

With each jump, the thick clouds were replaced by sea water, and the sea surface reflected the scene below. It was unclear whether it was the sky or the earth above.

Venerable Chuiyun held the seal and took action again: "The Supreme Freedom and Heaven-covering Dharma."

…

The Pillar of the Four Places is the mountain gate of the Lu Huang Sect.

After the death of their ancestor, they were forced to move westward and finally established a firm foothold.

"Kunpeng Sect asks for help?"

An old man with a gray beard narrowed his eyes.

As far as he knew, even though the Kunpeng Sect was in decline, there was still a late-stage sage who was supporting it.

That one won't die yet.

Why are you suddenly asking for help?

"Could it be that the master disciple of Taiyi Shengxian Sect who made Kunpeng Sect ask for help?" The old man pondered undecidedly.

There wasn't much else on the transmission note, so it was hard for him to judge, but since it was asking for help, their Luhuang Sect must respond, otherwise no one would seek refuge with them in the future.

The old man rushed to the main hall of the mountain gate with the letter and news.

"Sect Master, Kunpeng Sect is asking for help."

"oh?"

The monk in the high seat reached out to take a picture of the letter. After reading it once, he frowned and said, "Kunpeng Sect's Chuiyun doesn't seem to be weak."

The old man bowed his hands and said, "But he is dying."

"Then send someone to rescue him."