Fantasy: I made up the mythical age

King Qingcang never looks down on a person at will!

Give the opponent the greatest respect, and the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, which is his code of conduct, and it is also an important reason why he can not die in a hundred battles.

But at this moment, he really felt that the IQ of this big witch was very problematic.

Because this chase battle, which should have ended a long time ago in the eyes of King Qingcang, is still continuing!

The sun incarnated by the three-legged golden crow moves forward at an average speed in front, neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow.

Anyone can see that he definitely didn't use all his strength, and even had spare time to constantly ridicule and stimulate his father.

And Kuafu obviously tried his best, holding his head high, and kept running, the most superficial layer of skin had been completely scorched, and sweat slid down from him like a rolling river.

It's not a level contest at all.

It's not that Kuafu can't fight the tenth prince of Jinwu, but Kuafu's father is obviously better at strength and slower, which is attacking the enemy's strength with his own shortcomings.

"Ahhh......h

Unable to support it, Kuafu raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and slammed down in front of a huge river.

"Whoa—"

As soon as the abdomen sucked and shrank, Kuafu once again directly sucked up the water of the vast river!

King Qingcang was indifferent, this was already the thirty-seventh river that Kua's father had sucked dry.

This almost domineering recovery method was obviously not enough to resist the Sun True Fire of the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow.

The chase continued, but Kuafu's pace was getting slower and slower.

His head was held high, and his muscles bulged all over his body, like an unyielding god of war, but his steps could no longer move.

"Boom!"

After running for an unknown number of thousands of miles, the great witch of the witch clan finally reached his limit, and he fell to his knees with a peachwood staff.

But his head was still held high, and he glared angrily at the three-legged golden crow.

He was already about to die, but the will to rush the night was as strong as King Kong, and the frightened Ten Princes of the Golden Crow did not dare to approach at all, but only dared to burn Kuafu with the true fire of the sun from afar.

King Qingcang's mood is a little heavy, he is a general, and what he admires most in his heart is a war king who looks at death as if he were at home.

The battle can be defeated, the body will die, but the will will not be extinguished!

But he also had to admit that Kua's father was dying.

"Ah——h

Kuafu raised the sky again and let out a long roar, and his body like a god shook and fell completely.

The peachwood staff in his hand turned into a large peach forest, and his body with infinite power turned into a mountain.

"Hahaha, hahaha......"

The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow let out a wild laugh, hovered in the sky, and suddenly turned into a three-legged golden crow form, rushing towards Kuafu.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a dazzling light crushed the layers of void at lightning speed, and it came in an instant.

The tenth prince of the Golden Crow was shocked, and hurriedly flapped his wings and flew high, but he was still a step too late, and was grazed by the light, and the wings on his right side broke a big hole, and a large puddle of blood flew out.

Zheng –

That light wrapped in the blood of the tenth prince of the Golden Crow fell to the earth, making a sound of gold and iron resonating.

Only then did King Qingcang see that it was an arrow, a big arrow like a heavenly god peak!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom......"

The earth roared and trembled, and a giant about the height of Kuafu's hand strode forward with a divine bow in his hand.

His appearance is extremely burly, although the whole body resembles a human race, but he has a body that looks like a big python, and his god-like arms are covered with dense golden scales.

When he saw the mountain formed by the fall of Kuafu, he immediately burst into tears, and then shouted at the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow in the sky.

"Great Wu Houyi, do you dare to hurt this prince and don't want to live?"

The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow hovered in the sky, making a piercing sound.

King Qingcang suddenly realized that the name of this giant holding a divine bow was Hou Yi, who was also the great witch of the Wu clan.

Hou Yi was so angry that he didn't speak, but just shook the divine bow and took the second divine arrow from his back.

"Woo ——"

The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow was obviously frightened by Hou Yi's arrows, and when he saw him open his divine bow again, he immediately exclaimed in surprise and rushed into the sky.

"Hou Yi, you wait for me, my nine imperial brothers will not let you go!!"

After leaving these cruel words, the tenth prince of the Golden Crow unleashed his escape technique with all his strength and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The picture came to an abrupt end.

King Qingcang withdrew from the illusion realm, the surface was very plain, but the heart was already shocked.

He never dreamed that there had been such a glorious battle many years ago.

Tens of millions of people were slaughtered by the great demons, and their souls were rushed to the night, but they were easily resurrected by a saint named Nuwa.

It was also this saint who reprimanded him, causing countless big demons to explode into a blood mist in an instant.

The great witch of the Wu clan named Kuafu, holding a peachwood staff, chased the gods and sucked dozens of rivers and rivers.

Another great witch of the Wu clan named Hou Yi held a divine bow and seriously injured the three-legged golden crow that could turn into the sun with one arrow.

Such a big battle, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, King Qingcang would not have been able to imagine it.

Even King Qingcang could be sure that no one in the Immortal Xuan World could imagine it.

And this is only the tip of the iceberg of the mythological era.

For a time, King Qingcang had an infinite yearning for the mythological era.

Especially during those glory days of Lich Craft.

"In this battle, the Wu Clan killed a great witch, and the Ten Princes of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court were seriously injured, but I am afraid that both sides will not give up, maybe ......"

King Qingcang is analyzing.

Although he didn't know the status of the Great Witch in the Wu Clan, since he could hurt the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow, his status must not be low.

If such a big man dies, how can the Wu clan stop?

In the same way, it is impossible for the demon clan to swallow this breath.

King Qingcang even felt that this battle was likely to lead to a full-scale outbreak of contradictions between the witch clan and the demon clan, opening the curtain of a decisive battle!

Thinking that there might be a scene at that time, King Qingcang couldn't help but feel a burst of enthusiasm.

"Unfortunately, the rest of the story is nowhere to be known. The tenth prince of the Golden Crow obviously went back to rescue the soldiers, but I don't know if his nine imperial brothers will really come out to avenge him. If it really comes, won't it be the same day on the 10th day?"

King Qingcang muttered to himself, his eyes full of regret.

But after all, he was a generation of killing gods, and he quickly adjusted his mentality and focused on this peach forest.

"This is obviously a secret place in the mythological era, since you have seen such a picture, it must be that this is the ......"

King Qingcang thought of a possibility.

The weapon in the hand of the great witch of the witch clan was a huge peachwood staff, which turned into a peach forest after his death.

Could it be that this peach forest?

This guess was too bold and startled King Qingcang.

His heart was beating violently, and he walked forward step by step.

After passing through the layers of peach trees, a huge mountain that he had never seen before stood in front of him!

This is the god of the ontological incarnation of Kuafu!

At this moment, King Qingcang no longer had any doubts.

He was 100% sure that this was the place where the great witch of the Wu clan had fallen!

This burial place, which was completely made of the corpse and weapons of Kuafu, has somehow become a secret place, and it has been passed down to the scene for a long time.

King Qingcang couldn't figure out the reason for the time being, and he didn't have time to think about it.

All his attention was focused on the junction between Kuafu and the earth.

There's a huge bronze portal!

Since this Shenyue was incarnated by the fall of Kuafu's body, it is self-evident where this bronze portal leads.

"Knock knock, knock knock......"

King Qingcang walked towards the bronze portal step by step, his heart beating wildly, almost exploding.