With a sharp chirping, Feng Ge was full of golden red shi and gloriousness, and his whole body was wrapped in a phoenix shadow.
"Ancient Phoenix Divine Armor!"
boom!
Seven or eight purple lights rays slashed at Feng Ge's body, and the golden and red ancient phoenix phantom sounded and shattered with a crackling sound.
Feng Ge is like this, and the other Feng tribe young men are even more unbearable. With a thunder, four or five young men screamed and were killed into a ball of charcoal. Their body is charred and their spiritual consciousness is completely dead.
The most powerful one is the two old men from the Phoenix clan. They both have Yuanfei realm cultivation. Whether it is strong magic power, skillful magical powers, or powerful magic weapons, they are not comparable to those of a group of young people.
An old man, holding a big red se flag, danced wildly, and red se fire dragons chanted roughly, and organized into a defensive magic array called the Lihuo Shenlong Formation, resisting the Zixiao Shenshu that was constantly slashing wildly.
Another old man had a big cauldron on his head, three legs and two ears, and was simple and vicissitudes of life, and seemed to have experienced a long time.
Purple Thunder Killed, this big cauldron seemed to be a bottomless deep well, swallowing all the thunder. The cauldron was burning with blazing divine fire, but there were too many thunders. Wang Qian was completely playing this time. The vast purple sky divine thunder was endless, like a hang in the sky, one after another. Even if the ancient cauldron in the hands of the old man of the Phoenix clan was magical, there was also a limit to endurance. In a vague way, cracks began to appear on the bronze se ancient cauldron and could be broken at any time.
Wang Qian can no longer care about anything else now because the real thunder bombarded him.
The purple sea, the thunder sea, the lightning formed a dragon-shaped roaring and rushed down, and the powerful tearing force and destroying power were to destroy Wang Qian from the top.
"Haha, it's a good place!"
Wang Qian laughed loudly, and a brilliant green light emitted from his body. The green light was so strong that he seemed to have turned into a blue light and shadow, only seeing the selves and no human form could be seen.
"Wang Qian, you actually dare to cheat me!"
Feng Ge was covered in blood and his body was broken. Many places were exposed with white bones, disheveled hair, and his face was pale. His current appearance was really miserable.
Looking at Wang Qian's eyes, he was full of resentment, and his unwillingness and anger became increasingly strong, because he fell too hard this time. Never at this moment, Feng Ge would think that he would fall to his current situation. The divine thunder in the sky was striking. The ancient Phoenix Sutra had been moved to the extreme by him. The jing of life was burning and transforming into magic power to form the most powerful defense.
But none of this works, because the Zixiao Divine Thunder is a legendary disaster, which is really terrible.
boom!
A purple light flashed, and half of Feng Ge's body was burned, and the aura on his body dimmed. He felt that his vitality was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.
This is also easy to understand. Although he is in the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, he can understand the true way of fire, create the Yuan Title, and become the overlord of one side, but the difference is a slight mistake and a thousand miles of error. The difference between the foundation building realm and the Yuan Title realm is not an ordinary big one.
In despair, he went completely crazy. He was in the ocean of thunder and shouted wildly. He could not vent his resentment towards Wang Qian, and he could not vent his entire resentment.