In front of the Three Emperors Hall, the war was over, the peerless Tianjiao of the Peng tribe was defeated, and a pair of wings were torn off, which was extremely desolate.
Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Lao Pengwang's eyes were splitting, full of murderous intent, and he would go forward at all costs to avenge his only son.
In front of the Kunyi Emperor's Hall, the Kunyi Demon Emperor shot, the space was banned, and he became the lord of the Tianpeng family who was trapped in the cage of heaven and earth.
"King Peng, willing to admit defeat!"
In front of the Eight Desolate Emperor's Hall, the Eight Desolate Demon Emperor opened his mouth and said lightly.
The three three demon emperors stood quietly in the glow of the sun, their aura swallowed the heavens and the earth, shocking hundreds of clans, making people realize that in this primitive demon domain, these three people are the real heaven.
Old Peng Wang gradually recovered from his madness, his eyes full of murderous intent swept towards the young man in Suyi not far away, and immediately walked to the only son who was severely injured and comatose, took the latter, and walked away.
In front of the Three Emperors Hall, the three Demon Emperors did not stop them and quietly watched Lao Peng Wang take Ao Lie away.
After this battle, the young master of the Peng clan has been completely destroyed regardless of his foundation and martial heart. The Peng clan has lost his descendants, and he is destined to be unable to recover his vitality for hundreds of years.
Before the 9,000 stone steps, the messengers of the hundreds of tribes recovered from their shock. With the thirteen princes of the demon tribe in front of them, they couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.
In front of the old Peng Wang, who is comparable to the emperor's strongman, he tore off the wings of the young master of the Peng clan.
Amid everyone's attention, Ning Chen clasped his fists towards the three demon emperors, turned around and walked back to his position without saying a word.
In the first battle, the envoys from the hundreds of tribes looked at the former with fear in their eyes.
I really did not expect that the strength of the Thirteenth Highness was so strong that it was almost impossible to challenge. Among the messengers of the Hundred Clans, Xiaoxiao and Wan'er looked at each other, a bit complicated. Ning Chen's strength was beyond their expectations again and again. Several of the thirteen princes and daughters of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family had entered the realm of kings. Not much, now
, less.
"Thirteenth brother, you made us look at each other with admiration again." Not far away, the ninth prince opened his mouth and smiled.
"Brother Jiuhuang is too famous, the class is just getting an axe." Ning Chen said softly.
"hypocritical!"
Behind the ninth prince, a beautiful woman spoke and said lightly.
"Ten sister, don't be presumptuous." The ninth prince scolded lightly.
"Why, can't you tell?" Xuan Yue said coldly.
A cold look flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince, but he didn't say anything. Xuan Yue's character has always been like this, and it is useless to say more.
Ning Chen looked at the woman in front, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. It seemed that among the princes and princesses of the royal family, there were still many unknown things that he needed to slowly discover.
Xuan Yue glanced coldly at the young man behind her. For some reason, she just didn't like this thirteenth brother.
Seeing the former's gaze, Ning Chen smiled and nodded in greeting.
Xuan Yue snorted coldly, looked away, and ignored it.
Ning Chen smiled awkwardly, and stood at the bottom honestly, watching the struggle of the hundred tribes.
The royal family is strong, and there is not much room for a hundred tribes to fight, but as long as it can bring a little trouble to the Tianmo royal family, he is happy to see it succeed.
"Is there no one, then I'll come."
Just when the messengers of the hundreds of tribes lost their voices, a calm voice sounded, everyone's eyes shifted, and a young man in Tsing Yi walked out, with a handsome face, quiet and peaceful.
"Cangming!"
Seeing the person walking out, Xuan Ling's expression was slightly condensed, and he was in trouble.
The Xiaoyue Royal Family is a big family that has lost to the Tianpeng family, and is even comparable to the royal family. The difference is that compared to the Tianpeng family, the Xiaoyue Royal Family is very low-key and rarely appears in front of people.
However, no one can do otherwise. The power of the Xiaoyue Royal Family, especially the young master of the Xiaoyue Royal Family, is even more unfathomable. For hundreds of years, there has been no defeat.
Seeing the descendants of the Xiaoyue royal family walk out, the hearts of the messengers of the hundreds of clans were turbulent. If the Xiaoyue family was the one, they might really be able to defeat the princes and daughters of the Tianmo family.
"Seventh Prince, how about some tricks?"
Cang Ming looked at Xuan Ling, who was in the forefront of the princes, and said.
As soon as the words fell, everyone present was shocked, and challenged the prince of the royal family? Is this descendant of the Xiaoyue royal family crazy! The three princes of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, the eldest prince Xuanzhen and the third prince Xuanqing have been in the realm of kings for many years, and their strength is immeasurable. Even the seventh prince, Xuanling, who has practiced the shortest time, is infinitely close to the king's realm. of
The power of the flesh, even if the king of other races, must avoid its edge.
The princes and daughters were in the forefront, Xuanling quietly looked at the young master of the Xiaoyue royal family in front, and after a while, he said, "I am happy to accompany you."
"Do you want to add some more color?" Cang Ming said calmly.
"Anyway." Xuan Ling said lightly.
"Since it's just a test, there's no need to bet too much, how about 100,000 Immortal Jade?" Cang Ming said.
The words fell, and the messengers of the hundred tribes were shocked again. One hundred thousand immortal jade, are you crazy!
Immortal jade is precious and non-renewable. Even the royal family cannot have too much storage. Is the young master of the Xiaoyue clan so generous, is he really so confident in his own strength
"Can!"
Xuan Ling nodded lightly, without hesitation, he replied directly.
"Please allow the Demon Emperor!"
Seeing Xuanling's promise, Cang Ming looked at the three people in the Three Emperors Hall and said respectfully.
"allow!"
In front of the Kun Yihuang Palace, a majestic voice came down and said calmly.
In front of the Eight Desolate Emperor's Palace, the Eight Desolate Demon Emperor raised his hand, a small world appeared, and the Wanli Desert manifested above the void, providing a battlefield for the two of them.
Raising his hand to open the sky, the world-shattering ability shocked everyone present. The way of the emperor is beyond words.
At the foot of the nine thousand stone steps, Xuan Ling and Cang Ming stepped at the same time, jumped up, and swept to the sky.
In the sky of the Wanli Desert, the two figures swept up, and their expressions condensed in the sandstorm.
"Please!"
Not much to say, after the exchange, the two of them moved at the same time, thundered quickly, and collided with a bang.
As soon as they fought, it became white hot, and the figures of the two kept staggering, and the flames were thousands of miles away.
Not the king, but the two who are comparable to the king, in the form of thunder and whistling, they are fast, fast and instantly perished.
Below, the messengers of the Hundred Clans watched the fierce battle above, and the waves in their hearts kept surging. Is this the strength of the descendants of the Xiaoyue Royal Family
"Wolf Howling Moon"
When they fought each other, Cang Ming let out a soft drink, his true energy rushed into the sky, his black hair danced wildly, and behind him, his true appearance manifested, and a huge ghost of the Sirius appeared, screaming in the sky.
In an instant, the whole world was filled with mad sand, the wind howled and thunder, and the terrifying impact broke out and spread rapidly.
Seeing this, Xuan Ling's expression was slightly condensed, and he stepped out, and the majestic body of a thousand zhang demon appeared in the world, and he punched out, shaking the extreme power.
The double moves collided, and a shocking cry of ghosts and gods collided violently. Around the two, the sky and the earth overturned, and the sand waves rolled into the sky.
The aftermath of the thunderous move dissipated, and an astonishing scene appeared in front of everyone. Among the two facing each other, the blood on Xuan Ling's chest gradually reflected, which was extremely dazzling.
Below, everyone was in an uproar, and no one thought that the seventh prince of the Heavenly Demon Imperial Family would be at a disadvantage.
"Brother, will Lao Qi lose?"
The princes and princesses were in the forefront, and the fifth prince showed a dark expression and said with a sound transmission.
"No, I can't lose!"
Xuan Zhen replied coldly, as the crown prince of the royal family, he must not lose to a foreigner. No matter what the reason, Xuan Ling must have this realization.
Not far away, Xuanyue's expression also became solemn. She didn't expect that the Seventh Emperor would fall into decline. Has the young master of the Xiaoyue royal family been so powerful
Just as everyone was amazed at the bottom of the battle, the two of them fought again in the sky above the Wanli Desert.
The whole body of Cangming was surrounded by faint wolf fires, and every move and every style had the ability to tear the sky, which was stronger than the fleshly body of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family could not resist.
After more than a dozen battles, Xuan Ling had more and more scars on his body. Facing Cangming's storm-like attack, the situation became more and more dangerous.
"Cloud Covering Hand!"
The two palms were handed over again, Xuan Ling took a hard palm, and the right hand condensed the essence, a move that shook the world and landed on the former's chest with a bang.
Cang Ming's fighting method was unexpected.
The blood spilled, the red-blue battle clothes were dyed, and Cang Ming's expression became slightly solemn. The Crown Prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family really did not have a similar generation.
On the opposite side, Xuan Ling's body was shaking with infuriating energy, and the unyielding fighting spirit would never allow himself to be defeated by foreigners.
Below, Ning Chen watched the battle between the two, and a look flashed in his eyes. The power of the Demon Imperial Clan was not a coincidence.
Xuan Ling's strength is obviously far behind the Young Master of Xiaoyue Clan, but Xuan Ling will not lose this battle.
With honor in mind, and at the risk of life and death, if all the warriors of the Heavenly Demons have such a fighting spirit, the war between the human race and the Heavenly Demons will be extremely difficult in the future.
In the desert of thousands of miles, the battle between the two has reached its most white-hot, and the spirit of the battle, who will not hesitate to die, burns as dazzlingly as the scorching sun.
Cang Ming's expression became more and more solemn, and the situation of absolute suppression was gradually leveled.
The fists were staggered, and the momentum was magnificent. The two of them received a punch together, and the blood splattered, which was very strange.
The accumulated injuries made the two of them more and more chaotic with true qi. However, the two of them were completely indifferent, the blood flowed non-stop, and the offensive was also non-stop.
"Father!"
"Magic Emperor!"
The messengers of Xuanqing and Xiaoyue clan walked out at the same time, Fang opened their eyes and looked at each other.
"Your Highness, please speak first." The Xiaoyue Clan messenger said.
Xuanqing didn't shirk, looked at the figure in front of the Kunyi Emperor's Palace, and said, "Father, it is difficult to tell the victory or defeat. If we continue to fight, I am afraid that the first thing will be life and death."
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the Xiaoyue Clan messenger, nodded, and saluted respectfully, "Please give the Demon Emperor an order to stop the war."
In front of the Kunyi Emperor's Hall, the first Demon Emperor of the Tianmo clan watched the battle in the Wanli Desert, and after a long time, he said lightly, "Yes!"
When the words fell, in front of the Seven Lights Emperor's Palace, which was not far away, the Seven Lights Demon Emperor raised his hand for a long time.
With a bang, in the desert of thousands of miles, the battle situation was separated by an unparalleled force, and two figures flew out and fell from the sky.
The result of the draw was beyond everyone's expectations.
"The Xiaoyue Royal Family, within a hundred years, do not need to come to the court."
In the Kun Yi Emperor Hall, Kun Yi Demon Emperor spoke and said calmly.
"Thank you, Demon King!"
At the foot of the nine thousand stone steps, the messenger of the Xiaoyue Clan bowed again, thanking him.
After many princes, Ning Chen glanced at the young master of the Xiaoyue royal family not far away, and his heart was filled with waves. In the future, this person will be a great enemy.
On the other side, in the hands of the red-red and gold-encrusted young man, Bie Yun Qingming kept asking for battle.
"Wait a moment, it will be our turn soon." Xu Yao said softly.