"Here you come!"
Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the person in front of him was the highlight.
"You are Feng Yi?"
A trace of anger appeared on Ling Yunxiao's face with Ling Yu.
It is said that it is an imperial clan, but it is actually a real demon clan. The demon clan cares the most about bloodline. Ling Mingzhi beside him is also considered a talented person among the Fenglei Holy Clan. He was almost seriously injured by Zhang Yifeng. At this time, Ling Yunxiao's anger was even more unrelenting.
"You are the Holy Son of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan?"
"That's right, you still have the courage to come to the Immortal Peak of our clan, and you also have the courage to take action to hurt our clan!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly: "Let me ask you, where is the Jiuling Huasheng?"
As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the holy people around them became tight.
At this moment, even the immortal saint walked out of the shock brought by Zhang Yifeng's bending fingers and looked at Zhang Yifeng: "Feng Yi, it's better to say this in one word..."
"I'll ask you, where is the Jiuling Huasheng?"
Zhang Yifeng glanced at Lian Tianxian Sheng, but did not give Lian Tianxian Sheng any face.
As the real master of Jiuhua Immortal Peak, although Zhang Yifeng does not have much affection for Jiuling Huasheng, after all, Qing Yurou is only three people in this immortal peak.
After returning this time, his spiritual sense swept across the entire Jiuhua Immortal Peak, but he did not find any breath of Jiuling Huasheng.
There must be an explanation for this matter.
"You mean the waste who fell from the realm of the Immortal Saint to the Immortal Saint?"
At this moment, a grim smile flashed across Ling Yunxiao's face. The vicious appearance that belonged to the demon clan made Zhang Yifeng feel a little disgusted.
"Ha, that eye-opener guy blocks my tribe's footsteps and dies!"
"What did you say?"
A cold light flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes and he looked at Ling Yunxiao.
"A mere state of supreme, her strength is like a bed bug, so she will naturally be crushed to death by someone as a bed bug!"
Ling Yunxiao said disdainfully that the life of the Nine Spirit Huasheng seemed to be worth mentioning in Ling Yunxiao's eyes.
Upon hearing this, Qing Yurou narrowed her eyes slightly: "I have heard that the Fenglei Holy Clan is very arrogant and domineering. When I see you today, it turns out to be like this."
"Feng Yi, this matter is not what you think, Hua Sheng..."
Lian Tianxian Sheng's body flashed and appeared between Zhang Yifeng and Ling Yunxiao.
"Don't say more, blood debt and blood payment are the most fundamental truth."
Zhang Yifeng raised his hand to interrupt Lian Tian Xiansheng's words. Even if Jiuling Huasheng is just a messenger on Jiuhua Immortal Peak, if he dies, the account will be settled, not to mention that his status on Jiuhua Immortal Peak is extraordinary.
This matter does not matter much about Zhang Yifeng's personal emotions, it's just that, it should be.
"Blood debt and blood repayment? Don't worry, since you dare to come, let's ask you two to reunite as soon as possible."
Ling Yunxiao sneered and patted Ling Mingzhi on the shoulder: "Get back and let the clans come and see how this arrogant human race died under the means of our clan!"
These words seemed to have given Ling Mingzhi a chicken blood, full of fanaticism.
As Ling Mingzhi's figure flashed and disappeared, the two of them were tense, and there was only one big battle.
"Even if you are the supreme and great fortune of the human race, you have made a swearing in this battle. If you die, the three immortal emperors of the Demon Slaying Sect will not stop you."
Ling Yunxiao grinned, and his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Zhang Yifeng.
Why do we need seven or eight immortal masters to attack the demon lord? There is nothing else, the gap in bloodline.
The human race is the leader of all spirits, and its practice is much faster than other races. However, the demon race came up with a priest. Among the countless demon races, only a very small number can do it.
But as long as this group reaches such a state, it will be difficult for human races of the same state to chase them.
It is not difficult to defeat three immortal masters in the early stages.
Ling Yunxiao has now entered the Great Perfection of the Immortal Lord Realm with the body of the human race. If he reveals his true form, he can even use the methods of the Holy Realm.
This battle, no matter who sees it, is a battle without any suspense.
"Who will win the battle? If you fight before you fight, you will be finalized?"
"Don't cry until you see the coffin!"
Ling Yunxiao sneered, and the Jin Lei Thunder Thousand Machines turned into a spear. With the treasure of the Feng Lei Holy Clan, Taoist soldiers belonging to the pure bloodline of the Feng Lei Holy Clan emerged. In the sky, golden thunder roared and turned into a thunderstorm.
When the golden thunder and thousands of soldiers fell violently, they dragged out golden thunders from the thunderstorm vortex and slammed at Zhang Yifeng.
A gushing thunder roared, and the battle had already begun as the attack fell.
The saints retreated, as Ling Yunxiao said, this battle was a swearing oath. As long as the fight started, no one could intervene and stop it.
For a moment, the faces of the saints were covered with condensation.
"Why is this kid so crazy!"
"Faced with the Fenglei Holy Clan, just avoid it, but what can I do to give it to Jiuhua Immortal Peak?"
"It is rare for our human race to have such a supreme and great fortune, but we are seeking death by ourselves."
The saints were whispering behind Liantian Xiansheng, but they were not regretful because of Zhang Yifeng himself, but because of Zhang Yifeng's identity as the supreme and great fortune.
Hearing this noise, Zhang Yifeng sneered in his heart.
Looking at the crazy thunder attack in front of him, he clamped his fists and transformed the body of the immortal and demon in an instant. With the blessing of the vast divine nature, a sun halo appeared behind Zhang Yifeng.
As Zhang Yifeng pointed to each other like a sword, a thousand-foot sword energy slashed out and headed straight for the golden thunder vortex in the sky. Wherever he passed, the golden thunder pulled out by the thousands of soldiers of the golden thunder were scattered and worn out.
This sword energy is about to slash the entire golden thunder vortex to pieces!
"I imagine that this thunderstorm was transformed by Taoist soldiers, so how can I do it!"
Ling Yunxiao sneered, flapped his wings behind him, dragged the crazy thunder, waved the golden thunder and thousands of soldiers in his hand, and attacked Zhang Yifeng again.
"Boom boom boom!"
The golden thunder that was about to be fed constantly continued to roar, and Zhang Yifeng's mouth slightly raised: "You said you can't do it, but you can't do it?"
Zhang Yifeng reached out and grabbed it. In the sky, the sword energy of thousands of feet was immediately divided. Each of them was covered with the terrifying greed of the hungry ghost realm. He wanted to devour everything, biting the golden thunder vortex.
A whirlpool ripples open, and the immortal energy turns into a barrier to resist the golden thunder thousand-machine soldier in Ling Yunxiao's hand.
"But Err."
"What!"
Looking into the sky, the golden thunder vortex was divided into pieces, but in just a few breaths, it was swallowed up by the sword energy.
The next moment, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and the broken sword energy in the sky merged into one and flew into his palm. In the gray and dead aura, a long sword appeared, which was the Sixteen Saints of Silence.
The gray-white sword sheath that blocked the Sixteen Saints of Silence turned into smoke and dust to dissipate. As the sword edge emerged, just by stopping in the air, the infinite greed had already swallowed the void around it.
"boom!"
Chapter completed!