There was a shocking sound, and Lu Zhiting was like a kite with folded wings, throwing it backwards.

The robe on her body could not bear the power of tyranny and shattered everywhere.

Blood squirted between the mouth and nose!

With just one blow, the man was seriously injured.

In the dazzling golden light, a burly figure slowly emerged, with a thunder robe, wind wings, and an imperial crown on his head.

What's even more amazing is that above his head, there was the power of wind and thunder, which condensed into a canopy.

Endless majesty, like the arrival of the Emperor of Heaven, you cannot look directly at it!

Until now, a low and solemn voice bloomed in the air, "Rareless!"

Syllables are like thunder in heaven and earth, making people feel heart-pounding.

Lu Jingting stopped in a panic, looking frightened. No one could feel the power of this person more clearly than him.

That is a crushing force.

Unstoppable!

At this moment, he saw his thunder robe, wind wings, imperial crown, and Huagai, and his heart was filled with regret.

I lowered my head and didn't dare to say a word.

Kunjia, Zeng Nuo and the young man with thunder god pattern also changed drastically.

There was fear in my eyes!

Very strong.

Mo Yu's heart was filled with awesomeness.

The previous vague sense was confirmed with this tragic and domineering thorn.

Even more than he imagined, he really had no chance of winning.

There are indeed countless strong people hidden in this world!

The figure on the ancient chariot glanced around, and the sound rang smoothly, "I have no intention of being enemies with you. This wind and thunder beast is all based on means."

Before the sound fell, the chariot suddenly turned, like a burning sun, rushing towards the burly wind and thunder beast with a mountain.

Huge momentum!

The young man with thunder pattern flashed his eyes and suddenly sneered. The lightning light outside his body flashed, turning into a stunning rainbow and following closely behind.

This wind and thunder beast contains so much power from the God Transformation Pool, so it must not be let go.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, what's your situation?" Kun Jia and Zeng Nuo approached, seemed concerned when they asked, but there was a little light in their eyes.

Lu Jingting took a deep breath, and a little bloody color appeared on his pale face. "I suffered some injuries, but I was not seriously injured." He knew in his heart that at this time, he must not show his weakness, otherwise there would be a disaster in an instant.

"That's good." Kunjia nodded and sighed in his heart. Even though he knew that the old guy might have a great bluff, he would not dare to turn against him. However, he was still there, and there were opportunities in the future. As long as there was a situation, could he still escape?

"The three of us join forces. Even if the monks on this chariot are powerful, they will not be able to fight back." Zeng Nuo glanced at him, "Fellow Daoist Lu, do you have no objection, right?"

"This... is as the two fellow Taoists said." Lu Jingting felt bitter, but at this moment, he could not refuse and expressed his intention to retreat.

Kunjia, Zeng Nuo was delighted and looked at Mo Yu with some fear. He was relieved when he saw him silently watching.

The three of them gathered together and rushed towards the Wind and Thunder Beast.

Mo Yu glanced at him, and a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If Lu Jingting is willing to quit, he will forcefully withdraw now, and there may be a glimmer of hope.

He was forced to join the matter and was no longer able to survive.

Even if Kun Jia and Zeng Nuo did not take action, the monks on the ancient chariot and the young man with the thunder god pattern would never miss the power of this large number of God Transformation Pools.

boom--

boom--

The terrifying impact of power has been heard from the front, and the dazzling golden light and dazzling thunder almost covered the sky.

The momentum is huge!

The wind and thunder beast spewed out endless thunder, and its wings flashed, and the wind swords roared across the sky.

For a moment, it was difficult to solve the problem of fighting.

But this is just the initial temptation. Once the killer is taken, the Wind and Thunder Beast will definitely not last long.

Mo Yu sighed secretly, but unfortunately no one would allow him, so he kept idly by.

He stepped under his feet, and beyond everyone's expectations, not only did he rush out, but his figure retreated instead.

In a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

On the ancient chariot, the burly figure seemed to feel something. He turned around and glanced at him, his brows frowned slightly, and then returned to peace.

Thunder flashed all over the sky, and the young man with thunder god-patterned eyebrows saw this scene, his mouth raised, showing a hint of disdain. He didn't even have the courage to bear the risk. Even if he got the thunder robe and Fengyi, there was no possibility of competing for the qualification to obtain the body of the ancient god.

...

Mo Yu walked along without any nostalgia, and seemed to have completely given up, the massive power of the divine pool in the body of the Fenglei Beast.

But no one saw the flashing light in his eyes.

The monks on the ancient chariot have condensed thunder robe, wind wing, imperial crown, and canopy, which is obviously too many than the other monks. Unless the young man in the Thunder Pattern and others are willing to give up and achieve the qualification of the ancient god body, they will never be allowed. He will absorb the power of the God Transformation Pool.

This is a dead knot!

If you can't solve it, you can't avoid it, a fight.

So he chose to retreat.

What we have to do is the fisherman after the snipe and clam fight.

Of course, to be a fisherman, you must also seize the opportunity, and you may be in vain.

Mo Yu stopped his figure and sat cross-legged in Void. The remnant soul of the dragon in his body became active, sensing the terrifying thunder power ahead.

No one could find him at this distance, but he could keenly monitor the situation of the fight.

When the Wind and Thunder Beast is killed, it is a war and breaks out!

...

The Chaos Turtle roared forward without any pauses, and its figure came from the double guidance from the soul and bloodline, allowing it to move forward in a straight line.

Xingcai was on its back, muttering in his mouth, frowning, and pinching his fingers from time to time, as if deducing something. However, the results he got obviously made him quite troubled.

"Happiness and sorrow are mixed, danger and opportunity coexist! Damn, I hate this hexagram the most. It's hard to decide whether to go or not!"

He lowered his head and patted the thick turtle shell, "I said Brother Turtle, where are you going? Why don't we absorb some of the power of the God Transformation Pool first?"

The Chaos Turtle suddenly looked up, "We're here!"

Xingcai looked solemn, and suddenly looked up and saw a huge vortex appearing in the straight line.

It's pitch black and I don't know where to go.

When he saw this vortex, his back felt cold and suddenly shivered.

The fingers quickly pinched, and the hexagram, which was originally mixed with joy and sorrow, suddenly became clear.

Great danger, ten deaths are alive!

"Go away! This tm is a trap!"

The Chaos Turtle seemed to have noticed something, and roared, turned around and wanted to escape.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the vortex, "The descendants of mixed blood... I didn't expect that what I sensed was you. Since I came, don't leave again and contribute to the resurrection of my ancestor!"

boom--

The terrifying power burst out, wrapping up the Chaos Turtle and Xingcai, without giving them any chance to struggle, and directly pulling them into the vortex.

...

The face of the Nether Saint changed drastically.

In his hand, the bronze oil lamp, the steadily burning flame, suddenly swayed violently.

It's like a candlelight in the autumn wind, it seems to be extinguished in the next moment.

Without any hesitation, he sat cross-legged, raised his hand a little, and fell onto the bronze oil lamp.

The tremendous cultivation in his body poured into it, hoping to help the flame stabilize.

But soon, the face of the Nether Saint changed again, and he could feel the power of devouring, a trace of vitality lingering on the absorbing flame.

This vitality comes from making money!

Once the vitality is cut off, it means that he has died.

He cursed lowly, and the Ming Sheng gritted his teeth, his fingertips suddenly broke, and bright red blood gushed out, falling into the bronze oil lamp. Deng Zhong's blood dissipated at the speed seen by the naked eye, but the flames struggled to maintain.

Ming Sheng's heart was a little relaxed, but his face showed bitterness.
To be continued...