The Young Master of the Prehistoric Jiejiao

Hong Yun has never used this thing before. No one in the entire ancient continent knows that this best old man has such a vicious magic weapon.

Consciously having an advantage in the sneak attack, Kunpeng cursed: "Hongyun, when Taoist ancestors preached, you caused me to miss the holy throne and blocked the way. You are irreconcilable. Today you will definitely die!"

This Kunpeng moved and dodged the vicious red sand of Ancestor Hongyun. Although he was a heavenly demon master and a famous figure in the ancient times, he did not have a treasure in his hands. He only had a few low-grade and medium-grade innate spiritual treasures. He was a master at the quasi-sage level. During the battle, Hongyun couldn't get on the field at all. For a while, he was forced back by Hongsha, which really gave Hongyun a chance to breathe.

Seeing this, Hongyun's spirits were lifted. Although he was attacked by a sneak attack and suffered some injuries, he relied on the powerful magic weapon. Pieces of red sand in the "Sanso Gourd" gush out in groups, surrounding Kunpeng, and unexpectedly pulled After returning to the situation, Kunpeng slowly fell into a disadvantage.

This Kunpeng theory is extremely powerful, and among the three thousand Zixiao guests, it is also among the best. Unfortunately, due to bad luck, he did not get the best treasure on Fenbaoyan. He traveled to the ancient times and in the heaven, and there was no chance.

This is a person who lacks luck, is not favored by heaven, loses his holy status, cannot obtain the most precious treasure, and has shallow luck, even if he has invincible magical powers, he is still no match for heaven.

At this time, without the top spiritual treasure to protect him, Kunpeng saw that Hongyun's gourd was powerful. Jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he roared, releasing the good thoughts that he had killed, and saw a huge body tens of thousands of miles floating in the void. , a big fish with a pair of fleshy wings on its back appeared above Kunpeng's head, and he could not see the edge at all.

Kunpeng's body is extremely powerful, and he collided with Hongyun. As a top divine beast, no matter whether it is Hongyun's Taoism, magical powers, or the red sand, his body cannot be damaged in the slightest.

"Hmph! You beheaded the corpse, do you think the ancestor is not there?"

Being beaten one by one by Kunpeng, Ancestor Hongyun snorted coldly and released the clone he had chopped off.

Unexpectedly, Hongyun's clone encountered Kunpeng's original clone, but it was like a fly shaking a tree, unable to fight against Kunpeng's original body.

Hongyun's Taoist skills are a bit worse than Kunpeng's. If it weren't for the powerful Sanpo Gourd and the use of Lingbao to regain the disadvantage, he really wouldn't be Kunpeng's opponent!

They are both quasi-sages, a good old man from ancient times, and a demon master from Heaven. Over the endless years, they have fought for Heaven in all directions and killed every master. The gap between the two sides is too big.

He once again gained the upper hand and beat Hongyun into a state of embarrassment. Kunpeng laughed loudly and said, "Hongyun, you are in doom today."

Unable to defeat Kunpeng's body, and the injuries on his body were getting worse, Hongyun Ancestor had the intention to leave, and was unwilling to continue to entangle with Kunpeng. Thinking of this, Hongyun suddenly used his magical power to force Kunpeng back, and turned around. He set up a red cloud and fled in the direction of "Wuzhuang Temple".

"Hahaha! Hongyun, do you think you can escape from the clutches of this demon master? Compared with speed, can you be my opponent?"

Although Kunpeng was big, his speed was not slow. He spread his wings and caught up in an instant.

The Kunpeng's body grew bigger and bigger, covering the sky and the sun, covering a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

Hongyun felt the sky darken, and suddenly the wind sounded like thunder in his ears. He quickly looked up and saw that Kunpeng's true body was shrouded like a sacred mountain falling down towards Hongyun.

"The Hongmeng Purple Qi belongs to me!" Kunpeng smiled sinisterly, and his whole body was surging with magic power. Kunpeng's true body moved towards the red cloud below and suppressed it.

With a "click", Hongyun's fairy body was crushed by a mountain-like force. Hongyun was shocked. The soul escaped and attached itself to the "Nine-Nine Hongyun Soul Gourd" and ran away. Only by entering the "Wuzhuang Temple" can he Life was saved.

"Jie Jie Jie! Yun Hong, follow the ancestor quickly, only the ancestor can save your life!"

Suddenly, boundless evil energy rose up in the void in the direction of "Wuzhuang Temple", and the entire blue sky was dyed with blood. A sinister laughter sounded from a blood cloud and swept towards Ancestor Hongyun.

"Styx! Do you dare to go against my 'Heaven'?"

As soon as he saw the blood cloud, Kunpeng knew something was wrong, and immediately screamed, trying to use the power of heaven to drink away the River Styx.

This ancestor of the Minghe River is also a person with a great origin. In the ancient continent, in the land of Nine Netherworlds, there is a boundless sea of ​​blood. It was transformed by the filthy air between heaven and earth when Pangu opened the sky, regardless of humans, immortals, ghosts, or witches. , any demon who falls into it will be defiled by it. Styx is a great supernatural being born from the sea of ​​blood.

This quasi-sage master is not a poor guy like Kunpeng. When he was born, he had three innate spiritual treasures with him. One was the "Xuanyuan Water Controlling Flag", which was one of the five innate flags. After he was sacrificed, there were Blossoming blood lotus protects the body, even if it is an innate spiritual treasure, it cannot be hurt easily.

The remaining two pieces are killing swords, "Yuan Tu" and "A Bi".

This pair of innate spiritual treasures are sharp weapons for killing, and killing is not affected by cause and effect.

At this time, Minghe faced Kunpeng's accusation. He manifested his true body from the blood cloud, with the "Xuanyuan Water Control Flag" on his head, holding the swords "Yuantu" and "Abi" in his hands, and sneered: "You The demon clan is powerful, but my ancestor is not afraid of you demon clan. Today, I see injustice on the road, and I can’t stand the way your demon clan kills people and steals goods. My ancestor will save this Hongyun!"

Styx is so arrogant, so he naturally has the confidence. He has practiced for many years and refined the sea of ​​blood. He is indistinguishable from the sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood never dries up, and the river Styx never dies. Even if a saint attacks him in the sea of ​​blood, he cannot kill him!

Unless the sea of ​​blood is destroyed and a great cause and effect is formed between heaven and earth!

Moreover, Styx has many and strange methods. He created his own Blood God Technique and condensed 480 million Blood God Son clones. Any one of them is his true self. Even if he risked his life and escaped from the Blood Sea at this moment, he still left behind a backup plan.

To say the least, even if he was killed, the Blood God Son's clone was still in the sea of ​​blood, safe and sound.

This is why he dares to compete with Heaven for the "Hongmeng Purple Qi"!

In order to prove the Tao and become a saint, he would not hesitate to offend top supernatural powers such as Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun, let alone Kunpeng.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! If that's the case! Let's do it once!"

Kunpeng's face was ashen, Hongyun was finished, he could get the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" immediately, and in the end he killed another Cheng Yaojin. Now, knowing that the ancestor of Styx is powerful, Kunpeng still has to fight for this chance.

"Kunpeng's Heaven-Breaking Claw!"

The huge Kunpeng's real body actually shrank in size, but its movement speed increased to the extreme. Kunpeng and his good corpse kept flashing in the void, and the sky was filled with sharp claws.

"Chucky!"

Every time he grabbed it out, the void was like a piece of torn paper, leaving scratch marks. Even the prehistoric sky could not withstand the full burst of a quasi-sage.