The tyrant Beamon is violent, constantly attacking fiercely, and the absolute power has a time limit. It has been used for nearly ten minutes before, and now it is restarted. The remaining time is only about 20 minutes, and it must be divided within these 20 minutes. Win or lose.
An Sheng did not attack the monk-clothed skeleton with the tyrant Beamon. He had been watching from the sidelines, as if observing and looking for opportunities.
Zhou Wen fought with the Garuda, the dragon wings shook behind him, and the two God of War halberds besieged left and right, and the golden sword in his hand continued to cut out golden sword light.
But the Garuda's speed was so fast that Zhou Wen's vision couldn't keep up with its movements. Before he could see what happened, he heard a click, and a golden War God Halberd was caught by its claws Stop, under the force of the sharp claws, the golden war god halberd broke several pieces immediately.
Zhou Wen didn't have time to grieve over the death of the Golden God of War Halberd, so he used the speed of the flying fairy to the extreme, and quickly fled towards the distance.
If the tyrant Beamon is absolute power, then such a golden-winged bird is absolute speed. Zhou Wen hadn't been flying for long before it had already caught up.
Zhou Wen didn't even think about it, the pupils in his eyes condensed a strange brilliance, making one of Zhou Wen's eyes seem to have turned into a mirror, looking at the Garuda.
The golden-winged bird seemed to be aware of the danger, and the mysterious ancient secret text flickered on its wings, and it disappeared from Zhou Wen's sight just like that.
Boom!
Zhou Wen only felt as if he had been hit hard on the back, and his body hit the ground like a meteor, knocking out a big hole in a palace made of gold.
The Garuda was even more formidable, and with a flash of its figure, it grabbed another golden War God Halberd flying in the air, and instantly cut it into several pieces.
Zhou Wen got up from the ground, only feeling the unbearable pain in his body, but he was not seriously injured, and the substitute talisman placed next to his body had already shattered into ashes.
"Fortunately, I brought a substitute talisman to save my life. If I knew this, I should have drawn a few more." Zhou Wen was secretly startled. If he didn't have a substitute talisman to save his life, even if he didn't die, the six-winged guardian dragon would already be dead.
It's a pity that it's too difficult to draw a stand-in amulet, success or failure depends on fate, Zhou Wen has drawn so many, and he succeeded in this one with his heart.
Later, I drew a lot of pictures, but none of them succeeded, so Zhou Wen got a little impatient to draw again.
After Garuda snatched off the golden God of War halberd, a pair of bloody and cold eyes looked into the hole in the palace, its wings vibrated again, and its figure disappeared instantly.
"Fuck your sister." Zhou Wen's heart was throbbing, and goosebumps rose. Knowing that the danger was approaching, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and summoned the young boy Candle Dragon.
The huge body of Zhulong's young son appeared, directly blowing up the palace, and glaring at the sky with his head raised.
Zhou Wen stood on top of its head, looked around with the ability of listening to the earrings, and found that the golden-winged bird had already fled into the sky, apparently because of the appearance of the candle dragon.
But in just a split second, the Golden-winged bird became fierce again. With a flap of its wings, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared, and its moving track was so fast that it could not be seen at all.
"Candle Dragon!" Zhou Wen called out.
In fact, without Zhou Wen's order, Candle Dragon had already started to move, and the scales on its body were retracted like eyelids, and rows of Candle Dragon's eyes appeared all over its body, which was its Realm King Transformation.
Countless Candle Dragon Eyes use the hole candle vision at the same time, just like countless mirrors are opened at the same time.
Suddenly, Zhou Wen felt something strange. Looking in the blink of an eye, behind the candle dragon, the Garuda showed its figure, the golden light all over its body flashed like a thunderbolt, its wings fluttered wildly, and its face was full of horror. It seems to be contending with some invisible terrorist force.
But after only struggling twice, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Zhou Wen saw the figure of Garuda appearing in the eyes behind Zhulong, struggling and writhing in it, and it took a while before disappearing.
Zhudong's vision converged, and he exited the status of the king of the world. The young boy of Zhulong collapsed, his strength was greatly damaged, and his combat effectiveness plummeted. He was probably only at the level of a six-winged guardian dragon.
Zhou Wen hurriedly took the young son of Candle Dragon back, and he must not let it take risks. This is Zhou Wen's most powerful trump card at present.
"It's really a big loss." Zhou Wen felt a little distressed.
Originally, he wanted to try to see if he could find a chance to kill Garuda, but in the end, he lost a substitute talisman and two golden War God Halberds.
Although the hole candle vision is powerful, but after killing the opponent, nothing will be left behind. This is too deadly, and Zhou Wen is not willing to use this skill unless it is a last resort.
On the other side, the tyrant Behemoth kept bombarding the monk's clothing skeleton, and the strong force defeated the monk's clothing skeleton, and the bones were cracked.
But the golden light on it burns like flames, but it makes its body seem to be immortal, and it will recover immediately after being injured. Although the tyrant Behemoth has the upper hand, he has never been able to kill it.
"The time limit for absolute power is coming soon, right?" Zhou Wen calculated the time, and there are about ten minutes left, but judging from the current situation, the tyrant Behemoth might not be able to kill the monk-clothed skeleton in ten minutes.
Suddenly, An Sheng, who had been observing by the side, pressed his palm on the ground and disappeared like a ghost.
At this moment, the tyrant Behemoth punched the monk-clothed skeleton back a few steps, staggering.
An Sheng got out of the ground behind the monk-clothed skull strangely, jumped up, and pointed his finger on the back of the monk-clothed skull like the tail needle of a poisonous scorpion.
A mysterious character was printed on the back of the head of the monk-clothed skull. Zhou Wen recognized it as a shocking character, which seemed to be one of the abilities of the love letter.
Boom!
The crystals in the eye sockets of the monk-clothed skull were unexpectedly shaken out by An Sheng's finger, and flew out and landed on the ground.
The golden flame on the monk's clothing skeleton disappeared immediately, and the attack of the tyrant Behemoth had followed, and the monk's clothing skeleton raised his fist to meet it in a panic.
Click!
Without the blessing of the crystal, the hand bones of the monk-clothed skeleton were directly smashed by the tyrant Beamon, and the body staggered back.
The violent tyrant Behemoth punched one after another, brutally bombarding the monk's clothing skeleton, and with just a few punches, he forcibly smashed the monk's clothing skeleton's fist bones.
The monk-clothed skeleton was knocked to the ground. The tyrant Behemoth pressed one paw on its breastbone, and the other paw slammed into its skull. With a few punches, the monk-clothed skeleton's skull was crushed.
The runaway tyrant Behemoth lifted the torn body of the monk's robe and skeleton with one hand, put it in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and then swallowed it.
"Brother... why don't you check if there are any companion eggs left..." Zhou Wen was a little speechless. What kind of pets are these
But he swallowed it all, and he couldn't spit it out. Zhou Wen could only run over quickly and picked up the crystal that An Sheng had shaken out from the eye socket of the monk's skeleton.