Chapter 1140

The meteorites were killed, and the energy was boiling. The ground lifted up red air currents. These air currents had strong aura and sent out a hot smell. The smell of flame was enough to make a powerful martial artist dodge unceasingly.

"Groundbreaking hand!"

"Eight wasteland vertical and horizontal boxing!"

Many powerful moves began to burst out with two angry shouts.

Space seems to be torn up by force at this moment.

The dust was produced in it, and the stars and rivers could not help moving. The earth was boiling, and the infinite earth vein gas rushed out of the ground. Obviously, this terrible struggle has caused serious trauma to the surrounding earth veins.

"Hiss..."

With the rapid friction again, the sound began to appear.

The two groups of people stood together in an opposite attitude, and the vigorous Qi on their bodies began to surge madly.

On his face, there was a clear color of strong vigilance.

On the void, the infinite vigorous Qi and many mysterious energies are constantly emitting, and the environment around the two people is undergoing drastic changes.

"Eight wasteland owls..."

A faint voice came out slowly.

The handsome posture, a pair of flame like eyes, a tall and straight body, above the body, the power of the flame is burning madly. This is the son of a flame body, sacred and inviolable.

Who else would it be if it wasn't the Kirin king.

Opposite him, the man had a cold face and a terrible domineering spirit.

Eight wasteland owls!

Both are the terrible strong ones. The Qilin holy king is strong against the sky. He has reached the cultivation of the seventh day of Mahayana bone refining realm at a young age. Every wave produces a huge explosion sound, which resounds through the sky.

Although the eight wasteland owl is not as powerful as the other party in the realm, he also improves his strength to the fifth heaven in the Mahayana bone refining realm, and his moves are powerful, even with infinite tearing breath, as if he were an ancient magic lion.

"Qilin holy king, you are a junior. You dare to call yourself the king of saints. Today, it seems that you are really talking big!"

The eight wasteland owl sneered and said.

However, although he doesn't care about the between words, he actually has a strong fear. His realm itself is weaker than the other party. Now he still has a certain weakness by forcibly fighting with the other party with his secret skills.

"Really? I just didn't expect that a small eight wasters would cultivate a character like you. It's beyond my expectation. Now it seems that you eight wasters need to be suppressed when I go out."

"I think you're looking for death..."

Stimulated by this sentence, the eight wasteland owl's face couldn't help but be embarrassed, and said grimly in his mouth.

"Now I can completely suppress you for a period of time, but the people around you may not be able to support your arrival. Each of my companions has at least the cultivation of the third day of Mahayana bone refining realm. Have the people around you ever been stronger than me..."

The Qilin holy King's face moved slightly, and he crushed a vigorous Qi in his hand into pieces of energy, and said faintly:

"Then I'll get rid of you first. What means do you have? Just show it. I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity in the future."

Empty lingdu!

The eight wasteland owl's face was solemn!

With a slight movement of the palm, a huge long stick slowly appeared in the void.

The long staff has the color of gold and the light of glass. It is inlaid with countless ancient words. It looks like an ancient magic weapon. After the other party appears, the breath of the eight wasteland owls seems to be beginning to change.

Feeling the terrible smell on each other's body, the Qilin holy King's face suddenly showed a surprised look, especially after looking at the ancient patterns on the golden staff, he couldn't help but open his mouth and whisper:

"Big gold magic stick, did you get the big gold magic stick of eight wastelands?"

"Hahaha... Qilin holy king, your vision is really good. The big gold magic stick, one of the oldest weapons of the eight wasteland family, has been lost for thousands of years, but I got it again. Do you think I will really fight an uncertain battle with you?"

Under the emptiness of the two, the eight wasteland owls couldn't help showing an excited look.

"The big gold magic stick, which is an ancient magic weapon, contains the mysterious soul of a terrible devil. It hides in it, releases its power to the most powerful level, and starts to use it. Even if it doesn't need to consume power, it can use the full strength of the Mahayana powerful man. After adding energy, the effect will be more terrible. Now, the Kirin saint Wang is finished. "

"Yes, it's said that the big golden magic stick once crossed the world and looked down at the eight wastelands."

"Killed countless strong men, smashed countless powerful heads, and dyed them golden with blood..."

On the opposite side of them, the faces of the party could not help but change, and one of the women was particularly outstanding.

The beautiful red eyes are shining with charming luster. The skin on the body is like snow. It seems that you can squeeze water with a gentle touch.

The pretty face has a faint halo, as if it is the sacred light like white jade. A little purple jade in the middle of the eyebrow has a mysterious smell. The snow-white skin is like the legendary fairy muscle jade bone, flowing with Yingying brilliance, supreme holiness and incomparable holiness. The small man's waist is tightly bound, and a pair of beautiful soft meat stands tall, The perfection of a delicate body is not a woman in the world.

If not, who else could it be?

But at this time, although she was in danger, she didn't seem to care at all. That was because Qilin holy king was very confident.

A faint shadow came here quietly in the confrontation between the two people.

The purple light is very secret.

Ye Fantian's eyes with a trace of cold awn were hidden under a huge stone. His face could not see through his specific look because of the mask.

"Big gold magic stick, can the eight wasteland owls have a big gold magic stick?"

I couldn't help sighing in my heart.

This is not because ye Fantian likes the big gold magic stick very much, but because this stick is too famous.

This magic weapon was originally called the eight wasteland ink roller. It is a painted black magic weapon. It once appeared in an ancient family. This person is called the eight wasteland magic emperor. But now, the eight wasteland magic emperor is the holder of the big gold magic stick.

The eight wasteland devil emperor, standing in front of the world and looking down at the eight wastelands, was very proud. There were not a few people who died in the hands of the ink roller. With more and more enemies killed, gradually the color of the ink roller began to become the color of gold because it was stained with gold blood. Finally, it was called a big gold magic stick.

Ye Fantian's eyes narrowed slightly. Sure enough, he saw all kinds of ghost phantoms on the big gold magic stick. They were shaking and moaning madly, and the dark wind was absolutely no less than the long knife in the hands of the bloodthirsty ghost king.

"These two guys now seem to be the Qilin holy king in a weak position, but in terms of realm, the strength of the Qilin holy king is much higher than that of the other party, and there are enough zero bloodthirsty ghost kings who have to be afraid. I'm afraid it won't be so simple. This guy should have other means that haven't been used. I can't appear here yet, otherwise I will be punished People are suppressed to death. Although these people are hostile, they will never like to join a new force again. "

"Big gold magic stick?"

After losing a little color, the Qilin holy King smiled again, but with his smile, he suddenly had a peerless killing intention, as if Jiuyou devil had opened his eyes and waved his wings, which tore the sky and rocked through the void of heaven and earth

This is an amazing killing intention that has never appeared, with a combination of Yin, cold and hot.

It seems that a fierce spirit began to be born.

A pair of terrible eyes glittered with amazing flame Brilliance:

"Eight wasteland owl, you were a genius and could shine in this Jihad, but now it seems that your pride and self-confidence are much weaker than your own control. Your proud heart has completely rotted your real judgment. Do you really think I will be afraid of a stick that has been lost for thousands of years?"

In his proud expression, his momentum suddenly expanded.

Boom

A huge Unicorn suddenly burst out with great strength and ruthlessly appeared in the void.

The body was empty and lingdu suddenly stood on the body of the huge Unicorn illusion.

"Go to hell..."

The palm of his hand controls the big golden magic stick. The eight wasteland owls already know that they can't waste any more time. Their brilliance flashes and constantly shows infinite Senran Qi.

Since the weapon in your hand is named "magic stick", it is a peerless murder weapon, a big murder weapon.

In the vertical and horizontal display, the infinite evil spirit rose into the sky, and a blood red magic cloud covered the sky and blocked the sun.

It's not like a weapon at all. It's like a terrible moving space. During the exertion, the essence of the infinite evil spirit began to gather together, and finally produced amazing tearing.

Countless fallen souls gathered together. Driven by this magic stick, they were like a magic mountain and were ruthlessly suppressed.

And the target is the Kirin king.

"Hum... How dare the light of rice grains release brilliance?"

The Qilin holy King's face did not change at all and sat proudly on the Qilin illusion.

"I uphold the will of heaven and earth. I am the supreme king and the control of all saints. In the future, I can become a big man. Dare you shake me!"