Chapter 1120

"Boom!"

The sound of the dull explosion spread from the top of the sky. The body of the purple and gold lion suddenly burst into a blood mist. In Zhou Miao's mouth, there was also blood gushing.

His purple lion, killed?

Until now, he has some unreal feeling, as if living in a dream.

His eyes were cold, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of the thunder Lord's mouth. The purple and gold lion was a spirit beast after a change, and its strength was extremely terrible.

If you give it a few more claws, it may not be able to support.

To be able to hold on to the present is to bear with it.

"Your spirit beast, how can you kill the purple emperor lion with one blow!" Staring at Xiao Yang, Zhou Miao's eyes are full of anger.

Stealing chicken is not eating rice.

The Lord of the sky sword didn't get it. Instead, he put the lion in.

"You want to know?" Xiao Yang a light smile: "or to the bottom slowly think about it!"

"Shua!"

With a wave of the palm of the master of Tianlei's hand, the six arc thunder blade cuts out obliquely. During the high-speed rotation, a series of dazzling thunder lights hover around it, emitting extremely sharp breath.

"Withered old!" Zhou Miao exclaimed in horror.

"I have to forgive you, young man."

A huge holy light palm came out of the empty air, and the two fingers together pushed the thunder blade back and away. With a strong killing power, it immediately shot Xiao Yang.

How can we forgive others?

Xiao Yang gave a sneer.

The one who can launch such an attack is naturally the king of spirit. However, his face is a little ugly. First, let him stop, and then kill him.

What a man who has to forgive and forgive!

"Kill him, Lao Lun." Zhou Miao gritted his teeth and looked at Xiao Yang, shouting.

"If I don't kill you today, I will abolish your spirit gate!"

With a flash of cold in his eyes, the wings of fire behind Xiao Yang are blooming, and the white light is surging, and the speed suddenly soars. He rushes toward Zhou Miao like lightning, and his two fingers together are flashing hot fire.

Lingshu, Yangyan finger!

"Arrogant!"

Angry old voice spread out, that holy light palm direction a turn, with a kind of naked eye hard to see speed, mercilessly grasp to Xiao Yang.

The spirit king and the spirit emperor are two different levels.

Some spirit kings, even without spirit beasts, can kill the spirit beasts in the imperial vault.

This is enough to see how terrible the spirit king is.

The Holy Light's palm grabs hard, and Xiao Yang's eyes are slightly heavy. As soon as he pats the empty boundary stone, a spirit demon puppet with double knives cuts out the sharp long knife like lightning.

"The spirit demon puppet of the ninth imperial vault level?" As if by accident, kulao sneered: "can you imagine the power of the king of spirit? Break it for me

"Bang!"

As the palm of the spirit power moves by, the spirit demon is broken, and pieces of metal are scattered below.

"Out!"

Hearing the voice of the old man's sneer, Xiao Yang's face was slightly heavy. His fierce eyes projected on Zhou Miao, who was full of hatred.

The hatred between him and kuangshidian was already beyond adjustment.

You can kill one, you can't let it go.

However, in front of the old spirit king, even if he wanted to abolish Zhou Miao, it was very difficult, unless he was in danger of being killed and rushed up again.

"Cowardly waste." Zhou Miao cold spit out a few words.

Xiao Yang, it's impossible to move him today.

"Shua!"

With a white flame, Xiao Yang stepped back and wiped the holy light palm in front of him, shaking the space out of cracks. Even the nearby spirit power was directly shocked.

"You didn't kill me." Zhou Miao opens his mouth again, deliberately provoking Xiao Yang.

"It's interesting to be eloquent." Xiao Yang steadied himself and looked coldly at Zhou Miao.

"Guess what." Zhou Miao smiles.

He likes the pleasure of provoking others, but others can't kill him.

"Younger generation, your speed is very fast. I see how many times you can avoid it!" The withered palm of the holy light, across a strange arc, suppresses Xiao Yang.

From this angle, Xiao Yang has only two choices.

One is to dodge again, but in this way, Xiao Yang is in danger of being wiped out.

Second, he retreated, unable to move.

No matter which one, it is in line with the old man's mind.

"Mole ant, do you want to retreat? You used to look like you had to kill me, but now you dare not. You are so cowardly. You just die." Zhou Miao sneered.

When Zhou Miao satirized Xiao Yang.

"Disease

There was a cold cheering from below. Only whew, the palm of the old man's spiritual power condensed from his spiritual power was crushed by a bright sword wheel.

"You..." Zhou Miao's scalp was numb.Lord of the sky sword, he did it.

Besides, help Xiao Yang!

Seizing this opportunity, Xiao Yang rises abruptly. His two fingers of fire surge straight to Zhou Miao. Before he gets close, the fire comes out from behind his neck.

A red arrow of blood splashed with it.

Zhou Miao, dead!

"You dare to kill him!" Kulao was furious and madly photographed several handprints, each of which had the power to crush the mountain.

"Bang!"

Catching the sword flying back, the breath of the sword master of the sky suddenly withered down. The wound that was not easy to be cured by the pill, blood gurgled and flowed. Immediately, his legs became soft, and he knelt on one knee, shaking his palm holding the handle of the sword.

This is the limit it can bear.

"Zhou Ku, you are so bold. Do you want to ignore the rules of the ghost world?"

In this cold voice, a Lingli competition came, and the palm of Lingli burst one after another. Zhou Ku bit his teeth and turned to leave: "boy, remember to me that people in crazy lion hall are not so easy to kill!"

Lingli rolls up Zhou Miao's body, and Zhou Ku's body disappears from the sky in the blink of an eye.

The seriously injured Tianlei master returns to lingmen. Xiao Yang's eyes are dignified, and every drop of Yanfeng's blood essence is suspended in his palm. If the comer is not good, he can only hope that the red flame Yanfeng Chaoyang can delay for a little time.

"Shua!"

A middle-aged man came in the wind. He looked at Xiao Yang and looked at the sky sword master below. His face was rather strange: "an eight level spirit emperor, and a dying throne level spirit beast?"

"I've met you, Xiao Yang." Xiao Yang arched his hand slightly.

"Don't be so polite. I've been entrusted here." The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Entrusted?" Xiao Yang has some doubts.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm elder Keqing of yuanshiguan." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Yan Sheng asked you to come?

"Half right." The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile: "it's the little girl Li Ling. Otherwise, do you really think that the rules of ghost hell can bind the king of spirit? To put it bluntly, it's just deceiving ordinary people. The people who really see the spirit king breaking the rules have already died. "

Smell speech, Xiao Yang wry smile nodded.

He never thought that the rule worked.

"It's time for me to go. This place is not the boundary of yuanshiguan. It's not suitable to stay more. If you have a chance, go to the branch Hall of yuanshiguan. I don't know what's good about you. You can make Li Ling worry all the time." The middle-aged man threw a metal token at Xiao Yang.

"Shua!"

Leaving the token, the middle-aged man suddenly drifted away like a cluster of flames.

See, Xiao Yang some envy.

The ability of the spirit king is convenience.

Sweeping his eyes to the bottom, Xiao Yang picked the corner of his mouth.

Finally, it's time to conclude a spiritual covenant.

The tenth spirit gate, officially confirmed!