The strong from the wild

The crimson and bloody Suzaku on Wen Yingkong's head was as high as twelve feet. With a wave of its wings, it blocked the oncoming cloud, mist and wind, and suddenly there was a loud cry: Beep!

Suzaku pecked at his beak, like a cold star falling from the sky, the bird's beak pecked at Lu Fengyun's forehead.

"Wen Yingkong! You really want to kill me!"

Lu Fengyun's expression suddenly changed, he never expected that Wen Yingkong would be so relentless when he struck, he was not prepared for a life-and-death battle.At this moment, he was caught off guard and couldn't resist the attack of this spear and the Vermillion Bird's magic form.

If you can't resist, you can only dodge.

Lu Fengyun's figure flickered, and he moved ten miles away between lightning and stone fire. The blue light on his body drew a ten-mile long rainbow in the sky, barely dodging Wen Yingkong's red gold spear.

But the spear didn't stop, and shot away with blue light.

Lu Fengyun galloped and dodged from above.

Wen Yingkong's red gold battle spear is also from top to bottom, forming an oblique angle, showing a sharp edge that is hundreds of miles long!

Beyond the Yaochi, there are endless mountains.

Within a hundred miles, there are many mountains and mountains.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

The red-gold spear went forward indomitably. After piercing through the first towering mountain, it continued to penetrate the second, and the third...

A series of seven mountains, like candied haws, are connected in series above the light and shadow of the red-gold spear.

"break!"

Wen Yingkong let out a roar and shook his arm. Seven mountains with a height of hundreds of meters exploded from them. Exploded in the world.

Liu Yi was leading little nun Hui Lin to speed, when he heard the sound and looked back, he happened to see Wen Yingkong chasing Lu Fengyun with a red gold spear, and the seven mountains below had been wiped out, showing seven mushroom clouds.

The hundreds of miles of mountain ruins are already in a mess, full of gravel and sand.The yellow leaves and branches left after the collapse of the trees appear in pieces among the soil and gravel, embellishing this side of the landscape.

"So strong!"

Liu Yi raised his eyebrows, and pulled the little nun Hui Lin to fly quickly.It was because Lu Fengyun resisted Wen Yingkong while chasing Liu Yi and the others.

Little nun Hui Lin was not afraid at all, and said: "You are better. No matter how powerful she is, she has fallen into your schemes and can only be your cow and horse."

While dodging, Lu Fengyun wanted to chase Liu Yi.

But Wen Yingkong's red gold spear followed him stubbornly, forcing Lu Fengyun elsewhere.Lu Fengyun didn't seem to want to turn against Wen Yingkong immediately, after all, both of them were monks under the Devil Emperor's throne, and they were both one of the three main hall masters.

There was not much difference in cultivation between the two, but now one is struggling to attack and the other is leaving room, but Wen Yingkong has the upper hand.

"Wen Yingkong, are you really crazy? For this little nun Huilin, you actually want to fight me desperately!"

While Lu Fengyun said something, he used the method of sound transmission and shouted.And what Wen Yingkong said earlier, that Liu Yi is Wen Yingkong's husband, this sentence was automatically ignored by Lu Fengyun.

How could it be possible for the majestic Lord of the Heavenly Killing Palace to recognize a human being as a monk? It is simply a big joke!

Wen Yingkong persisted, Bi's Lu Fengyun dodged around, and the two fought frantically, moving many mountains in the northwest of Yaochi, where Liu Yi and Hui Lin retreated, to flat ground!

With a red gold spear in hand, Wen Yingkong's strength is so terrifying!

Back then in Qiongyu's realm, Liu Yi had fought Shen Tuhu and the Queen of Black Prison, the two Taiyi Jinxian masters, but when he fought with those two, Liu Yi was not as shocked as he is today!

Could it be that the Hengshan Demon Emperor sits down as a master, and all he practices are ancient methods?

Only monks who have practiced the ancient methods can be so different in strength.

And Wen Yingkong had the Suzaku Dharma image hanging above his head, and the red gold spear in his hand was unstoppable. Liu Yi had never seen this kind of fighting method that was completely different from others.

"You really overestimate me!"

Liu Yi sighed softly, staring at the ruins of the collapsed mountains behind, suddenly raised his sword eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "These two have practiced for an unknown number of years, and it is reasonable for people like living fossils to have such strength. If you give me such a long time to practice, I can go to the heavens and the world!"

Is it possible to go to the heavens and the world?

Can no one in the heavens and the world stop him?

Little nun Hui Lin tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she wanted to use her bald head to reflect the light of the stars and the moon, illuminating Liu Yi's stern face, "Humph...you're not ashamed to say it!"

"Hahaha……"

Liu Yi smiled casually, and said lightly: "So what if you are not ashamed, you Buddhist monks don't lie, but I am not a monk or nun, so how can you not speak big?"

At this point, Liu Yi involuntarily raised his arm, raised his middle finger, and tapped the little nun's bare forehead.

Snapped!

The little nun felt a pain in her forehead, quickly patted her head, and said, "If you bully me again, I will definitely tell the Supreme Master when I get back to the Devil-killing Temple, and I want you to look good at that time!"

And at this moment, a red-gold spear struck from behind like lightning.

Liu Yi stepped on the dragon pattern sword, carrying Hui Lin and Xiao Huihui, and suddenly felt a golden light soaring into the sky behind him. When he looked back, he saw Wen Yingkong standing a hundred miles away, and the red gold spear tip in his hand struck It hit the hilt of the Dragon Pattern Sword, making a loud ding.

Liu Yi's eardrums were numb, but he heard a sentence from Wen Yingkong: "My red gold battle spear is called Liquan War Spear, you must remember it, Fellow Daoist."

After being struck by the Liquan Spear, the Dragon Pattern Sword carried tremendous force, like a beam of rainbow light, its speed increased dozens of times, and it flew hundreds of miles in an instant.

The fairyland ten miles behind is like a mirror in the night, getting smaller and smaller.

In the night sky, the autumn rain is dripping.

Except for the mirror-like Yao Chi reflecting the colorful brilliance, the world is already dark.

But Liu Yi seemed to be able to see that in the night sky hundreds of miles away, Wen Yingkong was standing proudly under the sky, holding a red gold spear and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

This woman is really extraordinary!

Liu Yi shook his head, and seemed to hear Li Li's autumn rain dripping on Li Quan's spear, making a tick-tock sound in his ears.

"Back to the soul! Back to the soul!"

The little nun was a little unhappy, grabbed Liu Yi's arm, shook it vigorously, and said: "Although Lu Fengyun was blocked by Wen Yingkong, he might come after him at any time. Even if he didn't come after him, the Demon Killing Palace would still There are many masters, any one of them can destroy us."

"You little nun, how can you eat inside and outside, and always think of others in your mind?"

Liu Yi threw off his sleeves, stepped on the gradually decelerating Dragon Sword, and galloped towards the northwest sky.

As for whether Wen Yingkong returned to the True Demon Cave Mansion after the battle with Lu Fengyun, or whether he came to Zhumo Temple to look for him on his own initiative, it is still unknown.

In any case, in the past few months, Liu Yi has killed many immortals and masters of the Pure Yang Realm in the Heavenly Slaughter Palace, and he has already made a lot of money, and this trip is worthwhile!