Chronicles of Heaven

It's a coincidence.

Wu Tie had just used death threats to force Wu Wushuang to accept his ban on Buddhism, and he used the method of forcible transformation of Honglian Temple to control a bit of innate aura at the core of his soul and completely grasp his life and death.

Honglian Temple's method of transformation is extremely overbearing.

After being refined and tempered, Wu Wushuang's strong body of evil spirits suddenly dissipated this week, and there was a faint glaze of glaze from each feather.

Although in his bones, there is still a giant demon.

However, judging by the skin, Wushuang has become the most hated Buddhist disciple in the western demon country.

Tie Sanhua and Hei Laoqi clipped a mouthful of mouths. After the appointment, the next time they met and gambled, Wu Shuangshuang, who was forcibly subdued, mourned and turned into the original form. The wrestling iron group was facing the weak and weak heading. Blood Prison Mountain flew away.

Because of his low mood, Wushuang's flight speed is very slow. Wu Tie was content and very considerate of the mood at the moment, so he did not urge or scold him.

But Tie Sanhua bounced on the unparalleled back of Wu Shuang, excited.

Defeated and defeated Wu Wushuang, and at the same time showed off a mighty presence in front of Hei Lao Qi-look, we invited the guests from Tie Arm Mountain, is so powerful, Wu Wushuang said to accept as a mount, it is a mount. !!

Monkey nature is so, with the proud things, they jump around joyously.

After jumping for a while, Tie Sanhua took a group of monkey heads and turned around on the back of Wu Shuangshuang, as if looking for fleas for the little monkey cub, and turned up the feathers on the back of Wu Shuangshuang one by one. Know what they are tossing about.

In short, when approaching the Blood Prison Mountain, Wushuang Shuang had become extremely embarrassed, and his feathers were all messy, like an old hen that had been shaved by a monkey, showing an inexplicable wolverine and desolation from his bones.

Qiu Wushuang flew to Xueyu Mountain, and when it was less than a hundred miles from the first blood river in Xueyu Mountain, a cloud of light rushed at a terrible speed in the distance. In front of others.

Moyun King Wang came here, and yelled in the direction of Blood Prison Mountain.

Wu Wushuang trembled, his dim and dull eyes lit up suddenly, and his throat screamed, "Daddy ... save me!"

King Mo Yun turned around sharply, revealing his eyes, and staring at the witch iron group. He was still in the original state of the old vulture at the moment, and a glaring vulture's head quickly congested, turning from Lulu's neck to the top of his head, turning black and red.

The feathers were erected one by one, and countless complicated weird runes appeared on the feathers. King Moyun looked at the Wushuang who was covered with a layer of glazed treasure, and suddenly a blood spurted out.

"You, you, how dare you, make my family unparalleled, and make such a person look like a ghost!"

In the view of King Moyun, at the moment, Wu Wushuang revealed the silky glazed treasure, as if a baby of a human race had been thrown into a dunghill, exuding the disgust that made the demons from the depths of his soul.

A good-looking baby like myself is scourged!

In the rear, dozens of fierce monsters with strength flying fluttered up and chased them up. Seeing the current King Moyun, these fierce monsters were huddled into human figures one by one, and trembled on the knees and hissed. Screaming.

"King, young people don't protect well ... Young Master, Young Master ..."

King Mo Yun's face was somber, his right wing waved fiercely, an evil wind whistled and rolled out, dozens of fierce bird monsters were stunned, their bones sounded like exploding beans, and they spit out one by one. Blood planted to the ground.

"The death penalty is exempt, and the living crime is difficult to spare. Go back to the skyscraper and go to the Yinhuo Pillar for three years to be punished by yourself!" King Mo Yunyu screamed with a cold, expressionless expression.

Behind him, a large group of violent birds and monsters flew towards him. Hundreds of monsters turned into humanoid shapes, fell directly to the ground, grabbed the dozens of bone-dead monsters, turned and headed for Tiebi Mountain. Fly away.

Wu Tie stood smilingly above Wu Wushuang's head, even deliberately raised his right foot and stepped on Wu Wushuang's head.

"Her Majesty, King Moyun? Oh, we are, too, destined. Your son is very good, flying very smoothly."

Wu Tie laughed aloud: "Especially, he has a very good selling appearance, the whole body of Buddha light lingers, the dignified treasure is dignified, and it will definitely sell for a good price when placed on the auction floor of the Chao Dynasty."

King Moyun stared at the witch iron, and said coldly, "Less nonsense, let people go."

Wu Tie laughed more and more brightly: "Why did I let go of the mount I grabbed by strength?"

With a scream, King Moyun's body was too large. In the face of a witch iron measuring 6 feet tall, the overly large body was like smashing ants with a mountain, and it was impossible to attack effectively.

He turned into a human form and did not use weapons. His hands shook with ten fingers, and his nails popped more than nine feet long, like ten long black swords, spraying out sharp swordsmanship.

The speed of King Mo Yun was several times faster than that when Wu Wushuang flew with the chopped halberd in full force.

This speed is placed among the monsters, which is absolutely the crown of the world. Except for those unfathomable monsters, almost no one can.

There wasn't even a trace of aftermath, or even a trace of air ripples. The ghost of the King Moyun suddenly flashed in front of the witch iron, ten nails stabbed vertically and horizontally, and he slashed it hundreds of times.

Mars splattered, and the shattering shattered.

The witch iron practice of the "Yuanshi Jing" includes all three thousand avenues and eighty-four thousand side gates, and the state of cultivation has also broken through to the tenth highest level of the **** realm. At this time, he definitely belongs to the invincible existence in the realm of gods.

Of those roads and side gates, there is naturally 'speed'. There are even more fast road laws such as wind, thunder, electricity, and light.

The speed of King Mo Yun is really extremely fast, but from the perspective of Wuxi Iron, that's the case. Compared with Wuxi Iron's full power, it is still more than slow.

But Witch Iron was too lazy to dodge.

He stood still, letting his ten nails slash madly on himself.

King Ma Yun's nails shattered. After hundreds of hits, King Ma Yun directly scratched the witch iron's body with his fingers. Except for tearing a suit on the witch iron, even the witch iron's oil skin failed. No injuries.

‘嗤’.

The old iron stood behind the witch iron, with a little gun in his hand, a cold light pierced the void, and stabbed out from the witch iron's shoulder.

The madly smashed King Mo Yunyu could not escape, and was shot by the old iron on his shoulder.

With a loud noise, the gun exploded, and King Mo Yun's right shoulder burst into a **** hole the size of a fist. A large black-red, cold-blooded blood flew out.

King Moyun retreated sharply. This time, he couldn't control the air around him, his body torn through the void, and a sharp sound of breaking air was heard, which shook the eardrums of the flying bird demon behind him. Hissing one after another.

Holding back a few tens of miles, King Moyun looked at Wu Wushuang in horror: "My son, what kind of character did you provoke? This shot is enough to taste ... this shot ... my husband fought No one among the puppet dynasties has a gun! "

Wu Wushuang stared blankly at King Moyun's blood on his shoulder, screaming miserably: "My son doesn't know, father, hurry up, save me ... I don't want to be a mount, I want to marry Pei Feng, Shun took even the blood prisoner, that would be the best ... "

"Dad, don't hide it anymore. When it's time to work hard, you have to work hard ... You've lived a million years old, you've enjoyed everything, your son hasn't lived enough!"

King Mo Yun was so angry that his face turned black.

Wu Tie stayed for a long while, and struck Wushuang's head hard: "Hey, it really is a demon, what kind of people are gangsters, nothing is stupid ...... King Moyun, such a son, what use do you keep? Why not kill? "

King Moyun's lips squirmed, he wiped a wound on his shoulder, a strong demon gushes out, a trace of water and fire was forced out of the wound by demon qi, and Moyun's wound squirmed. With, fast healing.

"This predecessor ..." Mo Yunzhang bowed his hand toward Wu Tie, and his attitude became very respectful.

The demon tribe, the strong king, the winner is called respect.

Although Moyun King Wang did not use his full strength just now, he also used 70% of the means. However, even his attack could not even break through the witch iron's oil skin. It can be seen that the witch iron's heritage and cultivation have definitely reached the rank of lord.

In the face of a demon-level power, King Mo Yun took away all his arrogance and wantonness, and became cautious, cautious.

"Witch iron, just call me Witch Iron." Witch Iron smiled, and then he saw a cloud of blood bursting out of the Blood Prison Mountain.

Wu Tie was in a good mood. He smiled and beckoned to the figure standing on the cloud of blood: "Pei Feng, I'm here ... haha."

The blood cloud hurriedly flew towards the witch iron side, and Moyun King's eyes flashed fiercely, and his body moved a little, but he glanced at the witch iron quickly, and then forcibly pressed and attacked Pei Feng, pushing her The urge to be held hostage.

In the face of a demon-level power, any impulse and any mischief will lead to the killing of the body.

King Moyun has lived for a million years ... A million years of life, in the Western demons, can be achieved not only because of strength. In addition to strength, prudence, caution, humility, and respect are needed.

The cloud of blood rubbed Mo Yun and Wang flew over.

Blood prison drives Yuntou, and Pei Feng, standing next to her, rises with a bright smile, and rushes towards the witch iron.

"How did you get here? The sister of Blood Prison said that there might be a great country in the West ... but it was also a message from some giant monsters in the sea. No one from the western monster country has ever visited our land. . "

Wu Tie took hold of Pei Feng, who flew by, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and looked down at her seriously.

The smile is like a flower, the beauty is still there, even a trace of oily skin is not hurt, the spirit and spirit are completely completed, and even the rare spirits of the western demon country have eaten more. Pei Feng's complexion is better than when he was in the Wu country A few minutes.

"I grabbed the wind entropy and the smiling buddha and came through the secret arrangement of the Honglian Temple." Wu Tie said with a smile. It only took them a few days to prepare. "

Blood prison stood on the head of the cloud, squinting up and down to look at the witch iron.

Shaking his head, Blood Prison muttered in a low voice: "Human tribe's white face, scared ... But since it is the girl's beloved, and wait and see for a few days. If you have any place to be sorry for the girl, hey ... Just find a hero Erlang in the western demon country. "

For a while, Blood Prison suddenly sneered, "Hehehehehe, the old vulture, you baby boy, you are really struggling ... hehe, look at the lingering Buddha light, what's going on, he is going to become a monk? "

A circle of blood spewed around him, and the blood prison was screaming: "The kings of the mountains, peaks, rivers, ridges, caves, and valleys, come and see, come and see, King Moyun His only son, Wu Wushuang, looks at his solemn appearance ... Hey, King Moyun, must he take refuge in Honglian Temple? "

鹫 无双 '血' 's blood spurted out.

An old face of King Mo Yun became pale in an instant, and then darkened again.

The sound of blood prison was extremely clear and melodious, and the wind came out without knowing how far, far and near, in the mountains, valleys, rivers, caves, a large number of demons rolled out, a statue of a little demon, a big demon, Giant demon, demon king, and so on, all rose into the air.

Those with low strength did not dare to provoke King Mo Yun, but just waited and watched.

At the level of giant demon, he wobbled with the team's subordinates and happily got close.

And several demon kings with amazing strength came straight up, ‘hee hee ha ha’ and drew their fingers toward Wu Wu.

King Mo Yun was so angry that he shouted at the monster kings who kept approaching: "Get away from my king!"

"Where is such a big fire, what do you do?" The iron-toothed king of Tiebishan carried an iron nail rake, turned into a weird image of a pig's head, and rode a fat wild boar with two wings on its back. Come.

"Our ancestor of the family just said, it ’s calm and healthy, do n’t keep yelling and killing all the time ... blood girl, do you think this is true? Everyone is a demon, a demon, a demon ... Since they are all demons, they should be harmonious, friendly, united, and help each other! "

The Irontooth King flew over while talking nonsense.

He flew to the witch iron, staring at Wu Manshuang, who was dazzling with light for a while, and suddenly threw his rake in his hand, then rolled his belly from the back of the wild boar with wings.

With a bang, the iron-toothed king with a height of one hundred feet hits the ground like a small hill, and the ground shakes and the dust splashes.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ... old bird, your son, your son ... it's a monk!"

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha! Alas, laugh me to death, laugh me to death ... Really, ha ha ha ha ha!"

The Iron Tooth King looks like a domestic pig with a pig epidemic wind, and laughs while rolling around on the ground, smashing two small hills.

King Moyun's face turned red, and each pore seemed to be bleeding.

Wu Tie and Pei Feng held hands, stood on the back of Wushuang, and smiled without saying a word.

Regardless of where you come from, and what kind of strength you have, even if you face difficulties in the face, what fears?

Blood prison hugged his hands on his chest and stared fiercely at King Moyun: "Old vulture, don't be haunted. Pei Feng is my sister. You rogue son has to live and die three or two times, even if you die, you deserve it. "

"You're going to make trouble, my King is here!" Blood Prison raised his head proudly, a large blood flickered behind him, a gorgeous blood-colored peacock phantom appeared in the blood, and countless blood-colored eyes on the tail feathers flickered and spit out. Sky full of blood.

At a distance, a black gas rose into the sky, billowing like a wolf smoke, straight into the sky.

An earth-shattering demonic slammed into the sky, and the blood river around Blood Prison Mountain suddenly set off a hundred waves.

A very hasty voice came from far away: "Who dares to bully our monkey cubs? King Mo Yun, you hen cub, are you brazen?"

Wu Tie raised a brow, and her heart was frightened.

This breath actually suppressed him, and he was breathless.

Powerful, extremely powerful, powerful enough to make people desperate.

"Golden Eye Demon." Blood prison whispered quickly.