Chapter 117 Never lacks "seat"

The cliff is a thousand feet tall, and below are thick clouds of dust

These thick dust clouds are a kind of pebbles that are transmissed by mythical power. They will not fall, but instead form thick sitting clouds of different colors.

The wall is steep, and Wu Hen sometimes climbs up with these thick dust clouds of different heights. There are also some silver-wood ancient pine trees growing on the thick-sitting clouds. Their trunks and roots are places where Wu Hen can sit.

“Sizi ~~~

Suddenly, an extremely powerful magnetic field appeared around it. You can see that the leaves of the ancient pine began to tremble like silver needles, and collided with each other to make a terrifying sound of metal ringing together.

Wu Hen took a deep breath and tasted the familiar thunder fire in the air. They were rapidly condensed above their heads and formed a terrifying spinning thunder eye!

The spinning thunder eyes were golden, and the demon's eyes stared at him like that, carrying a magnificent anger!

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Buzz!!

Suddenly, a magnificent light of lightning was released from the spinning thunder eyes!

The golden lightning was as thick as a mountain with a thousand meters, instantly breaking through several giant thick clouds, and even turning the silver pine trees that had grown for thousands of years into vanish!

Fortunately, Wu Hen was already familiar with the breath of Du Lei Taipeng. After sensing a large amount of dangers condensed, he immediately hid on the thick dust clouds a hundred meters away!

Throughout a thousand feet, the magnificent energy of the Thunder Column formed golden thunder waves under the continuous forests, instantly flattening dozens of kilometers of trees and vegetation.

Wu Hen lowered his head and found himself in a fire brazier forest. He couldn't imagine that if he was hit by this beam of thunder eyes just now, there would be no ashes left.

"Buzz!!!"

Another spinning thunder eye, which slowly floated above Wu Hen.

Wu Hen was about to dodge again, but when he looked up, he found that there was more than one thunder eye spinning above him. They seemed to gather all the lightning in the scroll world into this sky, and then locked all the thunder eye to himself, wanting to taste the taste of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation!!

Wu Hen immediately took a deep breath to make sure that he had holy breath to mobilize next.

Just say that the half-dead Du Lei Taipeng is still hiding what skills is there? The Nine Heavens Thunder Eye, which is directly covered with all firepower, is about to turn the last breath into annihilation of his own power!

So cruel!

If you don’t live anymore, you have to take yourself away!

Wu Hen seemed to have no idea how much harm he had brought to Du Lei Taipeng.

This time, it is difficult for Wu Hen to hide and must resist.

There are only cliffs and thick clouds around, and there are no pig holes.

After gritting his teeth, Wu Hen looked for a position where the Nine Heavens Snow Tribulation Eyes were relatively sparse, intending to resist the other party's resentment here.

The Dantian Holy Infant burst out with dazzling light. Wu Hen released all his golden breath, forming a semi-empty holy shadow outside his body. This translucent holy shadow is already the limit that Wu Hen can burst in his current realm.

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boom!!!!!"

The extremely thick lightning blew on Wu Hen's body. Wu Hen was like a small carp and suddenly suffered the watering of the surging waterfall. No matter how he swam, he would eventually be bombarded by the powerful waterfall to the bottom.

But Wu Hen did not surrender. He continued to stimulate all the holy breath in his body's internal memory to stimulate all the genetic potential of his body, and did not let himself be directly bombarded by the golden thunder pillar to the cliff!

Gradually, Wu Hen not only stopped falling, but also rushed upwards against the powerful Nine Heavens thunder lightning!

Dozens of magnificent golden waterfalls poured lightning into the earth, and the earth moved and the mountains shook countless weak mythological species escaped here. Unknown how many thousand years of ancient trees were destroyed, and even the thick rocks were crushed into dust...

The golden wings of the Thunder Taipeng spread out, and were level with the Changtian. The Nine Heavens Thunder was quickly consuming all the vitality in its body. It knew that it would not be able to survive after this shot was dropped, but it could not let this bitch succeed.

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Whoosh~”

Suddenly, an inconspicuous black figure appeared on the side of Du Lei Taipeng.

Du Lei Taipeng didn't care much at first, but soon it discovered a circle of hemp rope wrapped around it.

"Swish~swish~swish~swish~"

The broken sword spirit holding the rope was extremely fast. Unconsciously, he used the rope that had tied human meat dumplings to wrap it around its neck, wings, and legs for several times, and it became tighter and tighter!

This hemp rope has a very strange restrictive power. As soon as it touches its own Thunder Feather, it immediately suppresses the energy it stimulates, like a layer of isolation or a seal!

Realizing that this hemp rope was not simple, it was a special thing for the ancient tribe to hunt restraints, Du Xue Taipeng began to struggle.

The powerful spiraling thunder eye suddenly stopped singing. Du Lei Taipeng waved his wings and struggled wildly with these strange ropes.

It would never have thought that humans were so despicable and shameless that a spirit of broken sword attacked behind their backs!

“Good example, righteousness!

Wu Hen soared into the sky in the extinguished lightning. Although his skin was burnt and ulcerated by electricity, he was able to kill a mythical species, what is this small injury?

After Xiaoyi completed his mission, he quickly flew towards Wu Hen. The black-xu tail wrapped around Wu Hen's arm and turned into an ancient sword extending from Wu Hen's palm!

The spirit of the broken sword exists with the upper sharp body.

Wu Hen's arm is the lower half of the broken sword, and both are perfectly forged!

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die!

Wu Hen took a deep breath again, rose into the air, and his whole body seemed to turn into an ancient black sword, slashing towards Du Lei Taipeng.

Du Lei Taipeng can no longer release the breath of mythology, and it tries to resist it with its solid wings.

But after these days of fighting, Wu Hen had already fully understood the texture of the golden feather. The seemingly arrogant and domineering sword slash was actually as delicate as a river, and it was a slash along the weakness of the golden feather. It was just a movement in one go, and the sword was flowing, as if only a cold sword tip was passing by!

"Swish!!

The golden wings were deeply trapped and the sword blade passed through Du Lei Taipeng's neck and into the flesh on its neck!

There was no blood spraying again, but a large amount of high-temperature gas gushed out of Du Lei Taipeng's body, which spilled out like a flame tongue.

Sichuan~~~~~~

Du Lei Taipeng whined, but in the end he was defeated by this persevering and vicious human being and died tragically under the other party's sword.

The huge golden body fell straight and smashed heavily into the burning mountain basin

Wu Hen took his sword from the sky and landed in front of the corpse of Thunder Taipeng.

The extremely powerful soul breath floated up, as if even if it died and turned into a ghost, the mythical species could fight for hundreds of more rounds.

However, Xiaoyi is not a vegetarian. As long as the witch-eating dragon it transforms into attacks and bites, no matter how powerful it is, it will instantly lose its ability to resist and be taken back to taste.

"Say~Say~Say~Say~Say~

Xiaoyi hasn't tasted this mythical creature for a long time. The golden penis roasted bird is extremely fragrant!

Wu Hen is not greedy either. The ancient tribe is a group. Soul breath can be eaten at will, but the meat must be beaten back and everyone tastes it together. After all, the person who really hit Du Lei Taipeng is not himself, he is just doing a final job.

After fighting the Duke Taipeng, Wu Hen also seemed to be an untiring fighter of ancient people.

Take a step and start crossing mountains and ridges again

Unfortunately, the blood waves of Du Lei Taipeng have been released.

Otherwise, its essence and blood can nourish its holy infant. Fortunately, during this long battle, its body is constantly absorbing such essence and blood aura, and it is not a waste of all, and the holy infant is even bigger.

The holy infant grows into a holy child, and the totem holy power alone is the Tianmeng Realm!”

Wu Hen couldn't help but yearn for a little.

Now I have my own evolution chain gate. After the totem bloodline is pure, the path to promotion is no longer closed, and it is completely open to me...

It's a pity that I haven't mastered the holy rule of the Totem Holy Sect, and basically rely on the power of the Holy Vajra to fight, otherwise my strength will be able to reach a greater level.

How did you vomit the holy breath storm of Zibo Shijun?

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How did the crust sword he summoned?

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The young sister can also control the holy breath and transform into dozens of swords

Without anyone teaching, Wu Hen can't use anything. It's equivalent to a person with a very high level. He has no skills and can only attack normally.

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It's okay, it's okay, I've laid a solid foundation, and I won't have to worry about not being able to learn those skills. When I go out, I will be the Sword God of Shilipo!...

Wu Hen is rushing to the road, Xiao Yi is savoring the golden food,

Every time it bites, a ripples of material will appear on its body.

It is like a very delicate small seed. They actually contain very powerful vitality, but they cannot be watered or nutrients before.

As Xiao Yi swallowed, there were more and more species of these substances around him. They were not only emitting the spirituality of half of the ancient sword, but also repairing the lost parts little by little...

Seeing the significant changes in Xiaoyi, Wu Hen was very surprised

Although these mythological species only changed a little bit of their appetite for Xiaoyi, they needed more such tributes for the real Black Miracle Death Sword. Wu Hen was already very happy and could see the hope of rebuilding glory for Xiaoyi!
To be continued...