The nine peaks gathered together, and there were even signs of causing the imaginary phenomena of the Emperor Realm, but everyone forgot that Zhang Yifeng was the real master of the Jiuhua Immortal Peak.
Using these methods on Zhang Yifeng's territory is too stupid.
The golden thunder dissipated, and the wind and clouds in the sky disappeared. The imperial clan seals and golden thunder formations on the entire Nine Peaks, which were left by the Fenglei Holy Clan, disappeared completely at this moment.
Above the sky, Ling Yunxiao held the golden thunder token in his hand, but there was no power for him to use.
Zhang Yifeng's eyes were filled with cold light, and he looked at Ling Yunxiao: "What other means?"
He knew that Ling Yunxiao had not been pushed to the extreme yet.
As the saint son of the Fenglei Holy Clan, how could it be that there are few ways to save your life?
What I have just performed is just a small fight, and it is still a long way from the real trump card.
As Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, a strong murderous intent emerged in Ling Yunxiao's pupils: "You should die honestly, and you shouldn't let me use my trump card again and again."
"The father respects me. This Jiuhua Immortal Peak should be from my Fenglei Holy Clan, but everything is because of you."
"When the father will not blame me now when he uses this trick, he will not do this properly and fail to reach perfection. All of this must be counted on your account."
Ling Yunxiao murmured on his own, and the token transformed by the Thousands of Golden Thunder and Thousands of Mechanisms in his hand began to shine like a round of flames of sunlight.
For a moment, the nine peaks that had just calmed began to tremble, and above the dome, the divine patterns of the Nine-wheeled Emperor Clan appeared in the void.
The violent power of the wind and thunder road was put on it, secretly catering to the self-operated method of Jiuhua Immortal Peak.
"The Heavenly Tribulation Prison, urgent!"
With a command, the nine-wheeled divine patterns were instantly integrated, and the golden thunder condensed into a divine bird in the air, flapping its wings and soaring. Wherever it passes, there is nothing but the thunder lightning ravage.
The power of the Wind and Thunder Dao, which was so pure that it was clearly not a means used by a holy realm, but the Dao itself.
Zhang Yifeng knew that this attack was the real trump card left by the Emperor Realm of the Fenglei Holy Clan to Ling Yunxiao.
"Imperial Realm..."
The saints murmured and looked at the blow that was stripped from the Dao itself. No matter what, they would never have imagined that the battle between two Venerable Realm monks could actually cause the power of the Emperor Realm.
“How to deal with it!”
This question arose in everyone's hearts: how to deal with the attack from the Emperor Realm and the Honor Realm?
In the distance, Qing Yurou's heart tightened, and a little bit of gloss was revealed in her beautiful eyes: "Is it going to be exposed?"
Only Zhang Yifeng showed off his demon body and used the power of the Chaos God and Demon, would he have a chance to resist such a powerful blow.
In the sky, the golden thunder bird transformed from the Wind and Thunder Avenue seemed to be extremely slow, but this attack already contained the law of cause and effect. Once you took action, you will definitely hit it.
Zhang Yifeng was not afraid at all, and did not retreat in half a step. He raised his palm from bottom to top. In an instant, the Nine-Revolution Profound Art of Reincarnation reached its peak. On the Jiuhua Immortal Peak, nine completely different Taoist forces soared into the sky.
"What!"
A trace of horror appeared in Ling Yunxiao's eyes. Just now, the nine imperial divine patterns had deprived the power of the Jiuhua Immortal Peak and turned it into a medium to maintain the power of the wind and thunder way to attract the power of the Emperor Realm.
But in Zhang Yifeng's hands, the suppression of the nine imperial tribes was so easily broken.
The scene in front of him made his face unstable. After a long time, Ling Yunxiao sneered: "So what? So what! Now that the power of the Emperor Realm has been achieved, can you still break my father's move?"
Between the heaven and earth, the cheers of the members of the Fenglei Holy Clan and the craziest laughter echoed.
Nine ways of power flowed into Zhang Yifeng's hands. The greatest use of the Jiuhua Immortal Peak for Zhang Yifeng is to assist Zhang Yifeng in his practice under the mysterious skill of reincarnation and reach a higher level.
"Whether you have the final say or not?"
The next moment, the power of the hungry ghosts was peeled off from the Sixteen Saints of Silence. Once the origin of the world appeared, the entire sky would roll in the clouds and thunder roar.
"Hahaha! Idiot! How dare I pull the evil power of heretics under the gaze of the laws of heaven and earth, and use this heavenly thunder to encourage my power and condense!"
Seeing this, Ling Yunxiao sneered loudly, and pointed the token transformed by the thousand-million-armed soldiers in his hand from a distance. In the disaster cloud, the dark purple sky thunder pulled several channels and merged into the golden thunder god bird.
The Avenue of Wind and Thunder can control thunder itself. Now, with the blessing of this heavenly thunder, the power is even greater.
"go!"
With this blow, ten thousand pounds of thunder roared into the dome, and the power of the great Dao can break through endless demonic obstacles.
The saints retreated thousands of miles away, fearing that they would be affected by this attack.
"I know I can't do it."
A curve rose from the corner of Zhang Yifeng's mouth, and the hungry ghost's power surged into himself. In an instant, the Nine-turn mysterious skill of reincarnation was activated, and Zhang Yifeng's body turned gray and white, surging with boundless death aura.
Just standing there was like a dead person, without any chance of life. The nine levels of Taoist power on Jiuhua Immortal Peak were like shackles blocking Zhang Yifeng's wandering life, and firming the almost cracked body.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The buzzing sound kept echoing in Zhang Yifeng's body. In front of him, the golden thunder bird also swept towards Zhang Yifeng with the pressure of the sky thunder.
As the pure thunder slurry exploded, the wind and thunder avenue rages and turns into a sea of ​​thunder.
Even a powerful person in the holy realm cannot escape death in this sea of ​​thunder!
“What a pity…”
Even the immortal saint shook his head and sighed. This is a number of numerology. The human race should have such difficulties and no one can avoid it.
Facing this Emperor Realm attack, even if he was facing it, he would not be sure to survive.
In the sea of ​​thunder, Zhang Yifeng laughed freely, and the divine power of Fenglei Avenue instantly tore off his already broken body, leaving a transparent soul standing on the sea of ​​thunder.
In Zhang Yifeng's body, the power of the taboo furnace surged, swallowing all the power and turning it into a continuous source of energy supply, maintaining Zhang Yifeng's melting and hungry ghost power.
The vitality was just now, but the next moment, the ghosts in the sea of ​​thunder were wailing, the evil spirits roared, and the boundless death energy turned into a ghost creature. In an instant, the sea of ​​thunder was wiped out. Except for the dark purple sky thunder that had not yet dissipated, all the power belonging to the Fenglei Avenue will be wiped out.
The dead energy condensed a human form, wrapping the power of the taboo furnace and Zhang Yifeng's soul. The next moment, from the dead energy, Zhang Yifeng stepped out.
At this moment, the Nine-Turnful Magic of Reincarnation had entered the second level, and Zhang Yifeng completely suppressed the demonic energy in his body with his human cultivation.
Chapter completed!