Chapter 2708: The will of the saint

Chapter 2709 Saint Will

The Asura blood thorn burst out from the void, and the eighty-one Asura blood thorns lingered with a strong evil spirit.

These eighty-one Asura blood thorns are all refined from the peak of blood, and the evil aura contained in them is so vast that it is unimaginable. It has gathered hundreds of thousands of years of the Asura battlefield's evil aura and condensed them.

Shura's blood thorn burst into a beam of evil energy, flooding into the runner of the ‘Heavenly Realm’, making the runner more solid, and its power gradually increasing.

With the influx of evil spirits, the glued stalemate was broken instantly, and cracks broke out on the golden roc's body. The cracks spread quickly like spider silk, and finally the golden roc, which was thousands of meters in size, split instantly. , Turned into golden light spots all over the sky, fluttering down, and finally disappearing into the air.

"Dapeng Golden Body is the strongest defense technique of our clan, how could you break it?" Jinpeng Langjun's two golden vertical pupils shrank like needles, and he looked at the scene in disbelief.

"I've said that I will use your life to repay that grievance, Jinpeng Langjun!" A chilly voice sounded between the heavens and the earth.

Jin Peng Langjun stared at Zhuo Bufan's slightly crazy face full of red blood. For the first time, he finally felt the fear. The murderous aura from Zhuo Bufan's body invaded like substance, chilling Bianstone's muscles and bones.

"Do you dare to kill me? I am the genius of the Jinpeng Clan who has awakened the ancient blood. If you kill me, the Jinpeng Clan will never let you go." Jinpeng Langjun trembled.

Zhuo Bufan sneered: "Jin Peng Lang Jun, are you also afraid? If you change to someone else, I am afraid I will not offend your Jin Peng clan, but I am not afraid..."

As Zhuo Bufan's voice fell, the palm of his hand was pressed down from the void again, rumbling.

The scarlet'Heavenly Road Runner' turned quickly again, and crazily oppressed, already locked in the breath of Jinpeng Langjun, making him inevitable.

A hint of horror appeared in the many sights of the sky. In addition to his own strength and tyranny, his status and status also made everyone extremely jealous. Therefore, even the arrogant scorpion did not dare to provoke Jinpeng Lang.

The Jinpeng tribe, the strong among the eight ancient tribes, and it is rumored that Jinpeng Langjun has awakened the ancient bloodline. If anyone kills Jinpeng Langjun, it will definitely drive the great figures of the Jinpeng tribe crazy.

Yan Jing and Yan Yu obviously also understood this. The two women's beautiful faces were white and bloodless.

If Zhuo Bufan really killed Jinpeng Langjun, I am afraid the Jinpeng Clan would kill him at all costs and avenge Jinpeng Langjun.

"Master Zhuo, don't kill him!" Yan Jing widened her eyes, opened her mouth, and whispered softly.

Yan Jing knew very well that Zhuo Bufan had to kill Jinpeng Langjun, just because Jinpeng Langjun slapped him in the stone room.

"I want to kill Jinpeng Langjun has nothing to do with the Drought Clan. I said I would kill him, and I will never stop!" Zhuo Bufan said loudly, his voice spreading across the sky, in order to draw a line between him and the Drought Clan, so as not to involve the Drought Clan. .

The "Tiandao Realm" runner did not land fast, but the surrounding space was shattered after being under the pressure of the Tao. Jinpeng Langjun felt his whole body stiff, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger, and he couldn't avoid this majestic power. one strike.

Jin Peng Langjun opened his eyes wide, and a chill rushed from his toes to the Tianling Gai, his whole body was like an ice pit, cold to the bones.

In front of death, no matter how inferior people are, they will feel the great horror.

"No, you can't kill me!" Jinpeng Langjun widened his eyes, his eyes were cracked, and he roared crazy, with blue veins protruding from his forehead and forehead, his body exuding golden light and golden feathers. The main body was revealed, a golden Dapeng bird.

The evil spirit contained in the eighty-one Shura blood thorns poured in frantically, and the scarlet roulette was crushed like a broken bamboo.

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's eyes changed, and there was a black hole in the sky, a wide palm protruding out of the void, came directly to the scarlet runner, grabbed the scarlet runner with one palm, and pinched the scarlet completely. The wheel squeezed and exploded, turning into a scarlet mist in the sky.

Upon seeing this, Jin Peng Lang Jun suddenly showed ecstasy in his eyes, "Ancestor, save me!"

Zhuo Bufan’s expression suddenly changed. Together with thousands of practitioners around him, he looked up at the black hole that appeared in the sky. An indescribable, but incomparably awe-inspiring aura permeated the heavens and the earth. That aura makes people worship and surrender. People fear.

Qiu Fan and Ba Jiming looked at each other, and both saw shock in each other's eyes.

"It's the breath of a saint..." Yan Jing Huarong paled.

Unexpectedly, the Jinpeng Clan’s attention to the Jinpeng Langjun reached this level, and he actually attracted the Jinpeng Patriarch to take action personally, traversing the obstacles of time and space, and forcibly rescued the Jinpeng Langjun with the idea of ​​a saint.

You know, the strong who reach the sage have no desires and desires in their life, and basically will not take care of the grievances between the juniors.

Moreover, the devil energy in the ancient demon ruins of Nantong is rich. The more powerful one enters, the more easily it will be corroded by many demon energy. The holy person cares most about the cultivation of the state of mind, and the devil energy is easy to have a subtle influence on the state of mind.

"Junior, I don't care about the grudges between Lord Jinpeng Langjun and you, but he is a member of the Jinpeng clan, so you should stop." A vast voice echoed between the sky and the earth, and the voice was filled with the strength and indifference of a superior. .

Zhuo Bufan was full of blood and looked quite embarrassed. His black hair also showed a scarlet color, and his eyes were full of blood red. He raised his head and stared at the black hole in the sky and said: "Jin Peng Lang is going to put me again and again. To death, if he has the strength to die today is me, just because he is a member of the Jinpeng clan, with a saint like you sheltered, I can't kill him?"

Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist. Because of the use of the'Six Paths of Reincarnation', the magic pressure he suffered became more intense. There were cracks in his muscles and bones, and his body was covered with hideous wounds. Suddenly the smile on the corner of his mouth spread again, and his expression was cold. He said: "But I want to bury him today, even the saints can't stop me, not to mention, this is just a strand of your will and can't protect him."

Hearing his words, the sky was silent.

The saints are the peak powers of the universe, as powerful as the Star Alliance, but there are only three saints.

A saint's will, even a strong person in the realm master's peak realm would not dare to underestimate it, not to mention that Zhuo Bufan was only the realm king's peak, and the gap between the two was as huge as the same dust and a bright moon.

No one had expected that Zhuo Bufan would dare to say something like this in the face of the will of the saint... even Qiu Fan and the others turned pale.

"Old ancestor, kill this guy, he has an ancient spirit..." Jinpeng Langjun said with stern eyes: "Zhuo Bufan, you are indeed a strong man in the human race. If you want to blame, you can offend me, and I Behind it is the Jinpeng clan...This is fate. I, Jinpeng Langjun, will definitely become a saint in the future and will never die in your hands. No matter how hard you struggle, you can't change this fact."