The golden light swooped down from a great height and stopped abruptly halfway.
Someone!
Streams of light rushed forward, and several sword lights broke through the air, and the target was obviously the island where the bird demon was.
There were eight people in the group, led by a woman in black with black hair dyed black and a cold expression. She walked with a sword, her sleeves fluttering lightly.
Lu Bei waved his hand and summoned a cloud of gas, in which he hid Xin Lijun.
"Master Lu, has the situation changed?" Xin Lijun asked in confusion.
"Something has changed. Someone has the same target as this sect master. The female swordsman is pretty good, and has touched the threshold of being an average person."
"… "
"By the way, you, Li Jun, are of average quality among the common people. You are already a beauty picked out of thousands."
"… "
You picked one out of a million and still got mediocre stuff. How high are your standards
Yi Feng stopped flying the sword, raised his hand to signal to set up a formation, looked around vigilantly, and his cold features suddenly became solemn.
There is sight!
Everyone immediately deployed their troops, and after a while nothing happened, a disciple asked, "Elder Yi, where is the thief?"
"Shut up, don't say anything. The strength of the peeper is unknown, but it is very likely that he is stronger than this elder." Yi Feng concentrated and was on guard, spreading his spiritual sense as much as he could to find the hiding place of the peeper.
The results were minimal.
The Black Feather King, who was thousands of miles away, could see it clearly, but he had no idea where the peeper was.
After a cup of tea, Yi Feng confirmed that the sight was only a flash and did not stay for a long time. He gestured to continue moving forward: "The senior has left, so we should leave quickly. Remember to mark the location of this place. When our disciples travel again in the future, they must avoid the area within a radius of 500 miles."
All the disciples were on full alert, their nerves were tense, not daring to breathe, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that.
At the same time, he was secretly shocked.
Elder Yi Feng is a land immortal who has successfully transcended tribulation. Whether in the Immortal Continent or the vast ocean, he is considered a master. Even she has to call him a senior, so how terrifying must his strength be.
Luckily I was just passing by.
The eight people flew forward on their swords and soon arrived at the island.
A bird demon nicknamed Black Feather King came flying in the sky, a dark green demon cloud covered the sky and the sun, and there was a phantom of a black-winged roc flapping its wings, looming in the clouds.
"Hey, this bird demon..."
In the distant sky, Lu Bei's eyes were shining with golden light. If he was not mistaken, the birdman and he were from the same lineage, both were subordinate to the Golden-Winged Roc.
The difference is that the blood of the Black-Winged Peng is too thin, far less precious than the Sky Peng blood that Mo Buxiu left for Lu Bei. Without a fortuitous encounter, it would take an indefinite amount of time to refine it into the Golden-Winged Peng.
"I sensed the unbridled divine consciousness from a distance, and I wondered who it was. It turned out to be Elder Yi from Tongxin Island. What's going on? You are a rare guest. Do you want to fight with me?"
The Black Feather King spat out the bone in his mouth, and his gaze moved unscrupulously from Yi Feng's face to his chest, and then from his lower abdomen to his straight long legs.
The more I look at it, the more greedy I become, and my mouth is watering.
Compared to the passing wild game, high-level cultivators like Yi Feng are more chewy.
Unfortunately, high-quality food is not easy to eat. If you are not careful, you will break your teeth.
Yi Feng ignored the greedy gaze of the demon king and frowned at the human bones on the ground: "Hei Yu, you are eating people again."
"Hehehe, what Elder Yi said is totally unreasonable. If I didn't eat people, how could you have the reputation of exorcising demons and monsters? If we really want to talk about right and wrong, you should thank me!"
The Black Feather King laughed strangely a few times and continued, "If Elder Yi cannot bear it, you can report it to the Lord Lao and then lend me your head to fulfill your benevolence and morality."
Yi Feng's face turned even colder: "Hei Yu, do you think this elder can't do it?"
"You won't know if you can do it until you do it. Empty words are not enough. My demon clan doesn't do those empty tricks. Elder Yi, just use whatever means you have."
Hei Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked provocatively: "Why, Elder Yi's morality is just lip service?"
"snort!"
There was a flash of sword in Yi Feng's eyes, and his aura was surging like a towering sky. A sharp sword pierced into the clouds, and the rolling and endless sword energy vented in all directions.
The Black Feather King was not at all weak, he raised his hands with monstrous demonic energy, and swooped down from the roc hidden in the clouds, fighting with swords and energy, his momentum was not inferior at all.
The two of them competed on the spot, which made it difficult for several Yin-Yang Dao disciples. They rode their swords at high speeds, wishing they could escape all the way back to Tongxin Island before stopping.
After a while, the fight ended, with Yi Feng having a slight advantage, but her face turned pale, and the roar of the Black Feather Demon King became even more shrill.
The reason is simple. The demon race is blessed with particularly strong bodies, and there are often cases of them challenging human cultivators across a major realm.
Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, he does have the capital to be arrogant.
The same is true for Hei Yu, who boasts of his extraordinary bloodline and has reached the great perfection of the fusion stage, yet dares to challenge Yi Feng, who has changed his job to a terrestrial immortal.
In the confrontation between a man and a demon, it seemed that Yi Feng was slightly better in terms of momentum, but in fact, it was not the case. She did not immediately overwhelm Hei Yu, and if a real fight broke out, her chances of winning were not high.
"You, woman, have suddenly become delicious!"
Hei Yu wiped the saliva from his mouth and said sinisterly, "Don't be afraid, it will affect the taste. If the meat is stiff, it will not be delicious."
Yi Feng took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, threw out an invitation, and said coldly: "Lord of Creation has ordered that in three days, all of you demons will gather at Tongxin Island to hold a demon-eliminating conference."
"Demon Extermination Conference?!"
King Black Feather was stunned: "What demon? Haven't the demons been eliminated long ago?"
"You will know in three days."
The sword light flew away into the distance, leaving the Black Feather King swallowing his saliva. Yi Feng had delicate skin and flesh, abundant spiritual energy, and firm muscles with the will of martial arts. He could fully imagine the delicious taste of the gravy bursting in his mouth after taking a bite.
"Just wait, little girl. When my demon body and bloodline are fully developed and I break through the supreme realm, I will definitely beat you up and use you as a snack."
The Black Feather King withdrew his gaze in dismay. The demon clan did not come here for nothing. The Taoist master of the Yin-Yang Dao of Tongxin Island, the Creation Master, had boundless magical powers and was a strong man who could wrestle with the Dragon King Ao Yi. Saying harsh words behind his back was just a show of bravery, not a real ability, and...
The more I talk, the more I drool.
He opened the invitation, quickly scanned it with his eagle eyes, and muttered, "There really is a demon. This is strange. The Dragon King personally took action and killed everyone in the Changsheng Sect. How come the demon cultivators who were wiped out hundreds of years ago suddenly revived?"
Speaking of the Dragon King, King Black Feather showed longing on his face and became greedy again.
This time it was different, he was not coveting Ao Yi’s body, but he was coveting Ao Yi’s body.
In addition to the physical body, there is also the inexhaustible wealth and cultivation resources of the Dragon Palace.
As everyone knows, Dragon King Ao Yi is an orphan and a widowed mother, and the Dragon Palace is in urgent need of a pillar to support it day and night. Whoever can be taken away by the beauty will have absolute say in the vast sea.
If he could live in the Dragon Palace and gain Ao Yi's favor, he could eat delicacies like Yi Feng as much as he wanted.
It's just marrying into the wife's family. This is how demon cultivation works. It's not shameful.
King Heiyu was not ashamed of being a gigolo. Thinking of his ancestor King Yintian, Yin Peng, the third husband of the Dragon King, his heart began to stir again.
Since his great-grandfather could marry into another woman's family, naturally he can do the same. From another perspective, this is also inheriting the ancestral legacy.
Wonderful!
“Great!”
Hey, who is so bold as to speak out what is in my heart
The Black Feather King turned around and looked towards the source of the sound. His bird face was sinister and his eagle eyes were fierce. When he saw two human monks, he couldn't help but drool.
The man had a clean white face, and after removing the skin, it was just bones, which looked good but tasted bad. With his eye for selecting ingredients, the woman was more delicious, and she was tall enough, so he could eat several more bites than others.
"What a shame, are you made of water?"
Lu Bei snorted coldly. The bird demon had such poor eyesight that it ignored him and only drooled at Xin Lijun.
The Black Feather King ignored it. He thought that a small cultivator in the Fusion Stage could be killed with just a breath. He fixed his eyes on the cold face of Xin Li Jun, slid across his snow-white jade neck, and slowly moved down to the towering...
That’s all.
Blocked by a pretty boy who was a head shorter than him.
Lu Bei took a step forward, stood in front of Xin Lijun, and said coldly: "You little bastard, you dare to look at my dining table, don't you want my eyeballs anymore!"
This King...
"Why, you are a demon too?!"
The Black Feather King spoke in doubt, and then he began to look at Lu Bei. He grabbed a handful of wind and sniffed it, shaking his head in disdain: "You little human dare to pretend to be the demon king, you really don't know how to live or die. Today, I will pull out your tendons and skin you, and cook you into eight different ways and put them on my table."
"As for you..."
King Black Feather raised his eyes and easily saw the taller head of Xin Li Jun. He said greedily, "Top-quality food can help you live a few more years. When I get tired of eating it, I will kill your soul."
Lu Bei: “…”
Sure enough, he couldn't play with Da Che. Da Che had the advantage of height, and even though he occupied the C position, he couldn't steal the spotlight.
I originally wanted to take advantage of Hei Yu's carelessness to get some information, but forget it now. I'll just use my fists and beat him down before asking questions.
"Boy, you have such a strong murderous aura. Do you want the elders in your family to exorcise the demons?"
King Black Feather laughed loudly. When he saw Lu Bei waving his hand to create the secret realm of suture, his laughter became even louder and he strode towards it.
"Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will grant your wish."
The sky was spinning and the earth was turning. The Sutured Secret Realm was a hundred miles in radius. The space was both large and small. To the Black Feather King, who was faster than others, the hundred-mile area was no different from a three-bedroom apartment.
Evil clouds rose into the sky. In the pale green clouds, the shadow of a giant black-winged eagle flapped its wings in the air, with its feathers standing up one by one. From a distance, it looked like it was covered with billions of magical weapons.
The Black Feather King stood under the demonic cloud and took out a painted halberd with one hand: "Come on together, use whatever magic weapons you have, it's almost time for dinner, and I don't want to waste time on you guys."
The cultivators at the Xiantian realm can practice fasting, and the circulation of spiritual energy in their bodies is self-sufficient. The Black Feather King has reached the great perfection of the fusion stage, and is a great monster at the Tianyuan realm in the Xianfu Continent. He never misses three meals a day, which only shows that he is a cruel monster who loves blood.
"In that case, I will not discuss martial ethics with you!"
Lu Bei spoke in a cold voice, his eyes switched to golden divine eyes, and he transformed into a golden-winged roc monster.
The big demon had a strong physique and was two meters and five centimeters tall. He surpassed Xin Li Jun in one fell swoop and was a head taller than the other.
The golden eagle eyes were full of might and power, venting their arrogance without words, which transformed into thick and majestic clouds of monsters rolling in the sky. In the clouds, the golden-winged Roc spread its wings, standing alone and emitting a domineering aura that looked down on the world.
The golden-winged Roc soared into the sky, and the absolute suppression from its blood frightened the black-winged Roc so much that it wailed in pain.
“This… this…”
The Black Feather King's expression suddenly changed. The pressure from the superior rolled over him like an overwhelming force. His eagle eyes suddenly shrank to the tip of a needle, and his bird-like face, whose facial features were difficult to discern, turned gray with fright.
"Ancestor..."
The Black Feather King dispersed his trembling black-clothed shadow, bowed his head with a bang and said, "Grandfather, please accept my grandson's greetings!"