"Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird!"
The burly old man was a well-informed person. He immediately recognized the identity of the Nine Spirits and couldn't help but secretly exclaimed, "Is it still the 'Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird' that has already gone through nine reincarnations?"
After an instant, the burly old man's eyes became fiery when he looked at Jiuling, and greed could not help but emerge from the depths of his eyes.
The "Nine Spirit Birds of the Netherworld", which undergoes nine reincarnations, has a long life.
In this regard, it even surpasses Tianzun, almost to the point of immortality. The most important thing is that the "Netherworld Nine Spirit Birds" who have experienced nine reincarnations have almost no bottlenecks in their cultivation. As long as they are not killed, there is almost no suspense when they step into the realm of the supreme deity.
If you can control a "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird", it is equivalent to controlling a future superpower.
There was no reason why he wasn't tempted. The most important thing was that this "Nine Spirit Bird of the Netherworld" was only the middle king now. It was not easy to control it.
"boom-"
There was a loud noise.
The five mid-level peak kings were already fighting against each other with Long Jun and Sword Thorn. The terrifying energy rolled around like wild waves. Wherever they passed, the grass and trees were all turned into powder, and the rivers beside them were In the middle, huge waves hundreds of meters high were also set off, and countless waves splashed up.
After the blow, a middle-aged man vomited blood and flew out, staggering down thousands of meters away. However, the sword stab avoided the attacks of those people at an alarming speed and collided with them. He climbed onto the Tianyuan barrier hastily formed on its chest and knocked it out.
However, Long Jun, who did not have such speed, was covered by several powerful attacks, and his huge body instantly retreated a thousand meters. However, this guy had thick skin and thick flesh, and although he had a lot of scars on his body, it looked like It was bloody, but actually the strength was not affected.
"Roar-"
Long Jun raised his head and hissed, his anger reaching the extreme. In the past few years, the dragon team it led has continued to grow, and it was almost invincible and unstoppable. Especially when there were powerful dragons at the level of the Heavenly King in the team, it became Never been so embarrassed again.
High in the sky, Jiuling was also extremely angry. He opened his mouth, and the vast death energy roared out like a torrent of broken embankments. It instantly turned into a hurricane and swept towards the few human monks by the river. In an instant, the howling sound shook, The surrounding light seemed to be sucked away, and the space immediately became dim.
"You evil beast, you still dare to be so arrogant!"
Seeing this, the burly old man's eyes narrowed slightly, he shouted angrily, and a fiery red spear suddenly appeared in his hand. Amidst the excited ringing sound, a solid fiery red light exploded in front of the old man. In an instant, it turned into a huge red gun light and shot forward.
The gun's light was blazing, and heat surged wherever it passed. At this moment, the temperature of the area suddenly increased sharply, as if it had turned into a huge furnace.
"boom!"
In just the blink of an eye, the fiery red spear light violently collided with the death-qi hurricane.
The earth-shattering explosion resounded throughout the world, and the entire space with a radius of hundreds of miles seemed to tremble violently. In just a flash of lightning, the piece of death energy was torn into pieces, and the gun light exploded, turning into unparalleled scorching energy, and continued to press towards Jiu Ling.
"call!"
Countless nine-color auras flowed out from the body and quickly condensed into a nine-color barrier in front of Jiu Ling, like a huge shield, isolating the energy from her body. However, the impact force derived from that energy was extremely terrifying, instantly forcing Jiu Ling back a thousand meters away.
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the burly old man. The strength of this "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird" was far beyond his expectation. Fortunately, it had just been promoted to the middle king. If it had been allowed to practice for a few more years, Having completely stabilized his cultivation, he may be able to compete with the higher heavenly kings.
Fortunately, I encountered it now!
The burly old man snorted coldly, swung the spear in his hand, and killed Jiuling again.
Jiuling's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes suddenly became cold and stern, and the anger in her heart was already surging out. These guys really didn't know how to live or die. In this case, don't blame her for being cruel. In a flash of thought, Jiuling immediately decided to let Jianxin release the group of strong dragons who had taken refuge in the cave space.
"stop!"
But before her thoughts could turn into reality, a crisp and sweet cry burst out between heaven and earth.
Before he finished speaking, a graceful purple figure appeared between Jiu Ling and the burly old man. With a flick of his fingers, a purple aura shot out, and in an instant, it turned into countless purple sword auras. Like locusts, they roared towards the burly old man.
The burly old man's complexion changed slightly, and while his body retreated violently, he stabbed out the long spear like a dragon in his hand. Huge fiery red spear flowers bloomed in the void. In just a snap of his fingers, the void filled a kilometer in front of him, and The purple sword energy that shot out from the sky collided violently.
"boom!"
The loud sound like cracking gold and cracking rocks shook the sky, and also disturbed the nearby Long Jun and the four human monks who were about to be shaken together again. When the terrifying energy spread over, the five figures almost involuntarily retreated thousands of meters to avoid being affected.
"Xiao Zihan, what do you mean?"
The burly old man finally recovered his body and stood in the void, looking at the purple-clothed woman a thousand meters away with a gloomy expression on his face.
The woman in purple is none other than Xiao Zihan, the leader of the Nine Colors Immortal Sect. After hearing this, she did not respond immediately. Instead, she turned to look at Jiuling, bowed and saluted: "I have met the Jiuling Patriarch."
"Sect Master Xiao, you are finally here."
Jiuling's huge body fluctuated slightly, and instantly transformed into the appearance of the little girl before, with anger still on her little face.
At this moment, a shrill scream came, but in the distance, the sword thrust had already thrown the middle peak king to the ground. He looked at the bloody mouth and extremely sharp fangs that were close at hand. , the monk was so frightened that he screamed, desperately begging for help: "Captain, save me, save me..."
"Sword stab, come back!" Before the burly old man and others could come to rescue him, Jiuling snorted coldly.
"Roar!"
Sword Thorn let out a low roar, and his body turned into a stream of light. With just a flicker, he appeared behind Jiu Ling, standing with Long Jun, and glanced at the monk opposite him with two eyes. , but the ferocious look is still revealed unabashedly.
The surprise in Xiao Zihan's eyes flashed away, and she said apologetically: "The ancestor was shocked."
Jiuling didn't want to vent his anger on Xiao Zihan, and said angrily: "Sect Master Xiao, this has nothing to do with you. It's really these bastards who are too hateful. I already said that I conquered these two dragons, but they are so good, they are so stubborn." He said I was a dragon spy and wanted to kill us all." (To be continued)