Chapter 1465： Upper bound adult

"This is... the adult in your mouth, right?"

Yu Zhong Lang stood in front of the hall, his eyes surprised.

Worthy of being a master of the upper realm, he even directly captured the strong sacred realm of the Demon King Palace as a mount.

Moreover, looking at the several figures above the jade, they are all extremely dusty and ethereal, and they must come from the upper realm.

But, why does the old man at the back look a bit familiar?

"no."

The furry girl shook her head slightly, although she was a little surprised in her eyes, she was obviously amazed.

The young man sitting on the top of the dragon's scorpion really made people want a beast... Happily.

"No... isn't it?"

Yu Zhonglang's face was suffocated, and suddenly he thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Huh? What happened to the ancestor? Could it be that the enemy hit the door?"

The furry girl smiled contemptuously, and looked at the young man in golden robe, without the slightest panic on her face.

Even if they felt the horror of this group of people, especially the black-clothed young man, who dared to take the holy dragon as a sacred dragon, showed that his status was noble.

But... no matter how noble, can you honor the young master of their Imperial Demon Sect?

Immortal heritage, power ceiling, invincible, alright!

"You two, it's true that the enemy has come to the door."

Yu Zhonglang nodded solemnly, and finally understood why the old man beside the young man was a little familiar.

Isn't that the Sect Master Huaxian, what is Hua?

"Hehe, the ancestor is at ease, with the two of me here, no one can touch your blood feather clan today."

The young man in the golden robe sneered, and the eagle eye mocked.

Immediately I saw him lift his foot out of the main hall, looked up at the sky, and shouted coldly, "Everyone, I am the Demon King's Palace. No matter what hatred you have with the Blood Feathers today, I advise you to be the best..."

"Om!"

Before the voice of the wind whistle fell, the black-clothed boy suddenly reached out and pressed his palm above the sky.

Suddenly, only a golden palm print appeared in the world, crashing down.

"Um?"

At this time, the arrogance on Feng Xiao's face had not dissipated, and it had completely solidified.

He could feel that in this palm print, there was a ray of holy meaning, and it was more terrifying than the many holy realm elders in his Demon King Palace.

"Fuck!"

Looking at the palm prints that fell from the sky, Feng Xiao's face changed drastically, and Jin Hui ascended all over his body, directly turning into a demon shadow of several feet, soaring, trying to avoid this offensive.

However, at this moment, he was dazed to find that the void in front of him seemed to have stagnated, and no matter how he shouted, he couldn't make a sound.

"boom!"

In the end, the palm prints fell, directly crushing Feng Xiao's figure to the ground, breaking it into a piece of flesh and blood.

"Guru."

Seeing this scene, whether it was the girl in fur clothes or the ancestor of blood feathers, her eyes suddenly condensed.

Just kill? !

You know, the realm of Fengxiao is at the level of the sixth rank of the respected realm.

Even if you look at Kyushu, that's the top existence.

What's more, the body of the monster race is the most tyrannical existence of its generation.

Why... a palm was slapped to pieces.

"kill."

Ling Xiao sat on the dragon's blade and looked at the people below coldly, without a trace of waves on his face.

A silly silly vulture dared to show off his might.

Even if it was the young master of the Divine Feather Clan in the south of Qingcang, Huang Luoyi could only bow his head in front of him and did not dare to have a hint of arrogance.

Demon Palace?

It is extremely ridiculous!

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Seeing the countless figures swept from the sky, the girl in Qiu Yi condensed her pretty face, hurriedly raised her foot to the front of the hall, and bowed to Ling Xiao.

"This son..."

"Um?"

Ling Xiao raised his brow lightly and raised his hand slightly.

But the figures of Sect Master Huaxian and others immediately stagnated in the air, and they dared not move anything lightly.

Upon seeing this, the faces of the Blood Feathers became more and more apprehensive.

Who on earth is this young man who can make a group of holy realm powerhouses so obedient.

"My son, I'm Bai Qing, a disciple of the Demon King's Palace. I have come to the Blood Feathers to discuss the union with Lord Nanmu's order. I hope my son will show mercy."

The Qiu Yi girl's eyes trembled in shock, and her arrogance was gone.

At this moment, she only hoped that she could delay for a moment, and when the saint and the young master of Nanmu arrived, all the crises would naturally be solved.

"Master Nanmu? United?"

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, his face still gentle and calm.

Only in the next moment, his palm was swung down again, his tone was cold and authentic, "All killed."

"boom!"

Wanzhang Linghui rushed into the sky, and saw Sect Master Huaxian taking the lead, rushing towards...Bai Qing.

However, Chen Daonian hesitated slightly and took the initiative to meet the blood feather ancestor.

Suddenly, the killing sound in the blood feather clan shook the sky, cheering ups and downs, and it was so lively.

Ling Xiao glanced at Xuanyuan Weiyang beside him, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, "Weiyang, try the Euphorbia I gave you."

"Ah? Ah! Okay, son, I'm going now."

Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face condensed slightly, obviously a little nervous.

Although she followed Lingxiao Town to kill countless evil demons, she did this for the first time to destroy the Manchu.

However, when she thought of the blood feather tribe being one of the three sinners, she quickly suppressed the panic in her heart.

A ray of blood suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, and immediately after that, Xuanyuan Weiyang held the blood halberd and fell from the sky.

That white robe floated in the wind, and the blue silk fluttered, inexplicably implying a kind of heroism.

"Rumble."

In a short moment, on the sacred mountain of blood feathers, Linghui supernatural powers collided, killing the sacred mountain.

Countless members of the blood feather tribe were suppressed and killed, just like purgatory on earth.

Except for the blood feather ancestor and the few two holy realm powerhouses, they could barely support it, and soon the blood feather tribe of Nuo Da was slaughtered.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a roar, Bai Qing suddenly burst into flames outside her body.

And her figure swelled several times, transforming into a fierce tiger leaping up.

It was just different from the ordinary monster tiger, this Bai Qing was covered in snow-white fur, crystal clear, and truly beautiful.

"It's actually a white tiger?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of playfulness.

"It's a pity that the blood is too low, otherwise you can be chained to be a pet slave."

"Damn bastard! I won't let you go if I die!"

At this moment, the ancestor of the Blood Feather tribe, who was repeatedly pushed back by Chen Daonian, suddenly yelled, a pair of blood wings spread out, and his eyes looked up at Ling Xiao with bitterness.

In the next moment, the moment his wings flapped, his figure suddenly disappeared in the same place strangely.

And the void in front of Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly rippled, and a palm of both hands appeared out of thin air, and with the momentum of thunder, he wanted to kill the three of Ling Xiao on the spot.

Can!

Just as the killing intent was rushing in Yu Zhong's **** eyes, he suddenly felt like an extremely depressed breath came from behind him.

It was as if a demon who was many times taller than him quietly appeared behind him, looking at him with indifferent and ferocious eyes.

"Guru."

Inexplicably, Yu Zhonglang suddenly felt extremely frightened.

Can!

Before he turned his head to look, he felt a sudden pain in his back. Then, a palm of his hand pierced his chest and broke out.