"Bang!!"
Before the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the mountains and rivers, Yan Wanming finally collapsed after running for two hundred miles. All four of its wings have been broken, and its body is covered with scars. There are more than a dozen shocking wounds crisscrossing the body. Visible internal organs and bones are shocking. The blood has dyed the black scales completely red, making it look embarrassing and miserable. The most serious wound was on the throat, which was shattered by the shock of the Nine Heavens of the Jinyang Clan. Only half of it was left. The blood was only suppressed by energy to prevent it from spewing out uncontrollably.
It threw itself on the ground, gasping for air, but the breath caused severe pain through the broken throat, making its majestic body stiff. Since escaping from the Nanyin Mountain Exile, it has never suffered such serious injuries.
Haitang fell to the side and looked at the giant bird covered in blood in horror. It had a huge body of ten meters and steel wings of thirty or forty meters to the left and right. It looked like a blood-stained black iron tower lying next to it, giving her a strong sense of oppression. .
"Elixir!!" Yan Wanming stared at Haitang with his ferocious eyes.
"No... no..." Haitang retreated hastily, but stumbled over a stone under her feet.
"Bring me all the healing elixirs." Yan Wanming struggled to stand up, covered in blood and looking fierce, like a vengeful demon.
"I left all my pills with the ghost boy!" Haitang's heart was in her throat and her face was as pale as paper.
"Bring it here!" Yan Wanming suddenly roared and grabbed Haitang with his claws. Haitang is so petite that this claw can almost tear half of her body into pieces.
"I'll give it!! I'll give it!!" Haitang screamed. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly, but... After waiting stiffly for a while, Yan Wanming didn't move at all. She carefully raised her eyes.
Yan Wanming's claws stopped next to Haitang, the sharp edge was like a sharp scimitar, burning with blood. It turned its head and stared at the tree crown in front of it. A man waving blood-colored wings suddenly appeared and landed there from a high altitude.
"Is it you??" Yan Wanming recognized Qin Ming.
"We meet again." Qin Ming smiled and looked at Yan Wanming with interest. He knew that this guy was very strong, so he also attracted the Jinyang tribe, but he didn't expect Qiu Ziqi to borrow the Holy Martial Ninth Level from the Mu family, nor did he expect that Liu Xiao would bring two Ninth Level. I was a little nervous, feeling that the situation was going to get out of hand. What was even more unexpected was that the three Saint Martial Ninth Levels failed to trap even one of it! It's not that the three Saint Martial Ninth Layers are too weak, but very strong, but this monster is stronger and stronger.
Qin Lan appeared next to Haitang across space, and took her back to Qin Ming before Haitang could react.
"Why did you come here! This was not our plan!" Haitang was furious on the spot and glared at Qin Ming fiercely, her delicate body trembling with anger.
"Plans are not as fast as changes. You should adapt to circumstances. Aren't you a good person?"
"Am I okay? How am I okay! I almost died! You bastard!" Haitang screamed, and the tension and fear that had been suppressed for several days broke out at this moment.
"I'll make it up to you."
"Compensation? If I die, what will you compensate me for? Will I be buried with you?"
"Are you plotting against me?" Yan Wanming looked at Qin Ming fiercely, and finally understood that this bastard was planning everything!
"We are in love with each other. You are plotting against me, but you are not allowing me to plot against you?" A bright smile appeared on Qin Ming's face, perfect! It completely achieved the effect he wanted! Huanlangtian and the Jinyang clan know that it was Zhutian Palace who took away Haitang, so they will definitely pursue them to climb the Tianlou and put pressure on Zhutian Palace. Maybe more forces will be involved and join forces to demand Haitang from Zhutian Palace. .
But Zhutian Palace didn't have Begonia in its hands at all. It couldn't hand it over and it couldn't explain it. The result was of course a war. Even if they can't fight, Zhutian Palace will have to send troops to Yangtian Mountain, thus greatly weakening Zhutian Palace's power in the East China Sea and giving Ten Thousand Beast Islands and Tianwang Palace an opportunity to counterattack.
"Who are you!!" Yan Wanming felt that something was wrong with this person at that time. He had been struggling on the Exile Island for more than ten years and had always been very accurate in judging people.
"If you change the color, wouldn't you recognize him?" Qin Ming waved his blood-colored wings and showed an evil smile.
color? wing? ? Yan Wanming's eagle eyes suddenly condensed, and he thought of a possibility: "Tianwang Palace, Qin Ming??"
Qin Ming waved his wings and floated in the air, looking down at him: "Death or surrender?"
Yan Wanming raised his head and looked at Qin Ming in the air. No wonder it gave him such a complicated and dangerous feeling. He was indeed no small person. He had heard about this boy's deeds. All kinds of crazy adventures had created a legend that was famous throughout the ancient world in just a few years. Everyone was in awe and spread the word widely. However, the heavy damage in the West China Sea has not yet healed, and the chaos in the East China Sea has just begun, and he actually ran to heaven alone
What bad luck happened to the Zhutian Palace? Not only did it fall into his hands repeatedly, but even such an important matter as assigning tasks to the Heavenly Court was handed over to him.
"Surrender? Just you?" Yan Wanming's muscles squirmed violently, and his steel wings spread out again. However, as soon as his momentum was raised, his chest tumbled violently, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, and even his unfolded wings drooped amidst the sound of cracking bones. It was so seriously injured that even its spiritual power was nearly exhausted.
"Death or surrender!" Qin Ming stepped forward, and the momentum from his whole body surged out, like mountains hitting Yan Wanming's majestic body one after another.
"No one can make me, Yan Wanming, surrender." Yan Wanming roared furiously, his aura erupting with force.
However…
boom! ! Boom boom boom!
Eighteen rays of light and shadow appeared out of thin air, not as large as a hundred meters, but about twenty or thirty meters, but still surging with terrifying pressure. The eighteen shadows of the king's statue, in eighteen directions, intertwined into a cage-like killing field. Yan Wanming suddenly fell to his knees.
"Death or surrender." Qin Ming's voice was calm, but it was solemn and majestic under the golden light, and even the blood-colored wings were dyed with a faint golden light.
"I would rather die!" Yan Wanming roared dullly, the voice was loud and violent. It was like a terrifying beast struggling violently, but the injuries all over its body were too severe. Any movement was like countless knives tearing and cutting at the wound, causing heartbreak. Bone-like pain, it was roaring more like a roar of pain.
"A powerful man from Heaven is reduced to guarding the gate of Zhutian Palace. Isn't it more painful than death? You still have to endure it. Now I give you a chance to be reborn, a chance to stand on the battlefield of Heaven again. Do you accept it? It's better to give up!" Qin Ming controlled the Eighteen King Statues and suppressed them crazily. The monster was injured like this, and its spiritual power was almost exhausted, but it still had such strong power that it almost shattered the King Statue. The more this happens, the more Qin Ming wants to control it. It is a pity that such a strong force stays in Yangtian Mountain.
"No! You can! You can!" Yan Wanming's eyes were blood red, as if he was stimulated by something, and he suddenly roared even more crazily. Regardless of his injuries and his own consumption, he struggled fiercely. Skin and flesh were torn, bones were twisted and cracked, blood was flowing all over the body, and the wound in the throat seemed to be torn open.
"The last time, is it to die or to live again. Should I die in humiliation or fight in heaven again?" Qin Ming's pupils suddenly turned pitch black, his face was covered with strange black lines, and the Shura knife was controlled by the soul and rushed out from the center of his eyebrows.
Black air lingered, evil energy surged, and the Shura Knife was suspended in front of Qin Ming. It was bone-cold and sharp, and an extremely terrifying aura seemed to explode violently at any time.
The vast rain forest, the dawn of heaven and earth, all seemed to be frozen at this moment.
Yan Wanming's frantic struggle was very scary, but when the Shura knife appeared and the piercing murderous intention penetrated his body, he froze. The ferocious expression was still fixed on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the hanging thing in front of Qin Ming. Black knife.
Haitang opened her mouth in an exaggerated manner and looked at the knife absentmindedly.
Ninth update is here! ! The ** stage must break out! !
The fastest update, no pop-ups please read.