Chapter 2092

The cangyan beast, more than ten miles away, turned back in horror and stared at the suddenly changed sky and sea in the distance. Ocean riots, huge waves, colorful poison gas wreaked havoc in the world and covered the sky. A dragon like virtual shadow ran across the sky and the sea, angrily bumped into the poison fog and rolled up the towering power of war. A dilapidated and ancient black clock fell from the sky to suppress the sky and sea. It glittered with the Runes of the vicissitudes of life and stirred up endless sound waves, like the cry of the God of death, which can be felt far away.

Cangyan beast is frightened, the death knell? It's Qin Ming! How could he be there! Are you in the game? The cangyan beast subconsciously wants to rush to save the poor and strange, but there is a sudden greed in his heart. Colorful Yin scorpion is the eighth heaven in tianwu territory, which is enough to entangle Qin Ming and Yang Fengfeng. What about the white tiger as bait on Blackstone island? Isn't there no one to protect!

At this moment, the cangyan beast didn't think about poor Qi at all. With a loud roar, he rushed to Blackstone island. The repressed flame detonated like a collective eruption of volcanoes, roaring in the sky, and the flame rolled all over the sky. The momentum was very terrible. Its ten meter high body continued to expand until it was 100 meters huge, roared like thunder, and rushed to Blackstone mountain in the distance.

The sound wave is huge, the flame is towering, and the temperature of the sky sea rises sharply.

"Coming! Coming! Dad's calculation is really accurate!" Qin LAN, who just appeared on Blackstone mountain, cheered excitedly and greeted the white tiger in the distance: "Xiaobai, roar it!"

The white tiger soared into the air, killing and cutting the sky, and the white waves surged. It was in sharp contrast to the dark mountains of the black stone hall. It was proud in the air and issued a clear and dignified roar. Thirty six war spears were eager to try, and could rush out of the body at any time. A roar provoked the cangyan beast.

"Roar!!" the cangyan beast releases many divine senses across the distance to explore the situation on the island. It seems that there is no third wave of life except the white tiger and a little thing. Its killing power soars, runs wildly in the air, and the flame is violently churning. White tiger, I'm going to kill you!

"Boom!"

The cangyan beast was about to rush to Blackstone mountain when it suddenly seemed to hit something transparent and invisible. The surging flames in the sky were boiling in an instant, like a huge wave on the shore, a terrible riot. In an instant, the space in front of them collapsed directly, and endless darkness suddenly appeared in front of them.

The cangyan beast rushed quickly and couldn't stop at all. He bumped into the void, and the flames all over the sky rushed in.

Qin LAN cheered and rushed to close the space and "plunged" into his pocket, trapping the cangyan beast in it. It took her half a day to weaken the space of tens of thousands of meters layer by layer. She can't see anything normally, but if the beasts in the high-level tianwu realm collide wildly, they will easily break it, and then... The space collapses and engulfs the power of the impact.

A small trap, clever but effective.

"Xiaobai, go with your sister." Qin LAN wielded space power, shrouded the white tiger and rushed to the battlefield thirty miles away.

"Boom!" the death knell rang and shook the sky, like a mountain of death, suppressing the sky and sea, with black air and lonely souls wailing, with broken but flashing Ancient Runes on it. Poor strange ran rampant inside, but was invaded by the endless gas of death. The dull bell was more like the cry of the God of death.

Qin's life melted into the death knell, and he was shocked and fought in poverty.

"Qin Ming! You can't kill me! I'm a pure blood poor Qi. I'm the son of the demon emperor. The eight wasteland beast region can't spare you." poor Qi aroused the terrible blood of pure blood fierce beasts, fierce confrontation, released the precious bones given to him by his father Emperor, stimulated the energy of high-level tianwu, and shook Qin Ming. However, the death knell was a foreign object in ancient times. It was suppressed and plundered its life. Qin's life was not easy to kill. It was in a mess, blood stained with the death knell and screamed bitterly.

"Qin Ming! Have you had enough?" in the distance, Yang Fengfeng fought against the colorful Yin scorpion, but it was a big gap after all. Although he could resist, the colorful Yin Scorpion was completely crazy and rushed to the death knell to save poor Qi. He resisted death, but kept retreating.

"Play with it again!" Qin Ming was so murderous that he broke the precious bones offered by poor Qi.

Poor, strange, angry and crazy, they broke up again and again, sacrificed powerful soldiers again and again, but were suppressed again and again.

After a while, the space outside the knell fluctuated violently.

"Dad, come!" Qin LAN shouted, throwing the white tiger out of the void.

"Roar!" the white tiger rushed out of the void, roared wantonly and killed the death knell directly.

"I'll give it to you!" Qin ordered him to take off the death knell and cover the colorful scorpion in the distance.

Poor Qi just got out of poverty. Before he could slow down, the white tiger rushed at it. The towering murderous spirit collided with poor Qi's murderous spirit like two boundless tsunamis, deafening and continuous. The white tiger's eyes were red with blood, and he frantically resisted all the evil spirits. He rushed to the poor Qi head-on. His claws with the power of thunder and powerful force hit the poor Qi's head heavily. Almost at the same time, he opened his mouth and roared. The vast white air waves mixed with stars and blood beads, like a world, hit the poor Qi continuously.

Poor Qi flew out wailing, his whole body was bleeding, and most of his face was broken. It collapsed and retreated for thousands of kilometers. Just about to stabilize, the white tiger killed again. It was wild, angry and murderous. It stirred the ocean below, surging and rolling, and huge waves rushed to the sky.

Poor Qi roared angrily and his blood was boiling. He killed with the white tiger madly.

A supreme white tiger, a pure blood poor strange.

A murderous blood, a fierce beast blood.

In the boiling sky and sea, killing is in full swing.

Qin Ming threw out the death knell and shrouded the colorful Yin scorpion. He ran wildly in the air, and the golden wings collided fiercely. With a loud roar, the ten King souls woke up one after another, integrated into the body, and awakened the inheritance power of the golden heart. In an instant, he seemed to be integrated with the ten eternal kings. He had temporarily broken through at the peak of the seventh heaven, and his killing power soared.

"Boom!"

Inside the death knell, the sound of death reverberated to suppress the colorful Yin scorpion. Yang Fengfeng killed forward and fought madly.

"Thirty six blows to dominate the sun!" Qin Ming broke into the death knell, and his majestic voice resonated with the death knell. One blow burst out. Thirty six fists were combined with eternal power, just like thirty-six scorching sun. With the power of burning the life of heaven and earth, he overwhelmed the colorful Yin scorpions.

The colorful Yin scorpion screamed bitterly. It seemed that most of his energy and spirit had been burned, and his life was consumed sharply.

Almost at the same time, Yang Fengfeng took the turn to kill the evil dragon column, and hit forward without any fancy. It was as complex as simple, just like the roar of dragons. He violently hit the colorful Yin scorpion, pierced through the heavy poisonous fog and cracked its tough armor.

The colorful Yin scorpion spewed blood, and Qin's life tossed in the air. It came to a big kill. With a heavy blow, the fairy King's fist set broke out, which was dazzling and powerful. The roar exploded. The armor of the colorful Yin scorpion burst on the spot, and the big mouth spewed blood and crashed into the sea.

"Kill!" Qin Ming and Yang Fengfeng roared in unison, like two gods of war, killing the colorful Yin scorpion.

"I'm the eighth heaven in tianwu territory, you can't imagine!" the colorful Yin scorpion spewed blood and roared angrily. He was bullied by two seventh heaven. No matter what kind of genius he is, no matter what kind of war supremacy he is, he doesn't accept it! Never die!

Half an hour later, two bodies fell into the sea. One was pure blood and poor, and the other was the fierce beast colorful Yin scorpion. No matter how unwilling they are, no matter how powerful they are, they are now prey. Qin life did not give it any chance to beg for mercy and struggle.

"Xiaobai went into the eternal palace, swallowed the poor and strange, and pushed the realm to the top of the seven heavy heaven. There are not enough colorful Yin scorpions." Qin ordered the white tiger into the eternal palace. When the white tiger left the Spirit Island, he had entered the qichongtian in the tianwu realm. He killed more than half a month in the Bailian beast realm and swallowed tens of thousands of beasts. He not only stabilized the realm, but also began to improve steadily. However, if he wants to reach the peak of the qichongtian, he also needs a powerful blood beast like poor Qi.

"Go to the wasteland battlefield!" Yang Fengfeng killed happily. He was in a good mood. But when he thought of the battlefield far away, he felt a burst of excitement: "I wanted to go more than ten years ago!"

"Where on earth is it?"

"In the Tianting era, someone can grant you the supreme power, and the wasteland battlefield can give you the name of Huangwu!"