I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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“A big breath!” The head of the spirit race snorted coldly, and immediately greeted the other spirit bodies, “Kill them and grab everything.”

Kunpeng turned around and said to Rong’er and Mei Feng, “You fight them well. After their souls are separated, your sword can even cut their souls with three swords to completely wipe out their souls.”

After that, he gave them a ventriloquist: “Don’t use the soul-scattering technique for the time being. They are crowded, and if everyone uses the soul-scattering technique, it will be difficult for you to fight the enemy. But your swords are all divine tools, and there are sword spirits. So it is feasible to destroy their souls.”

Rong’er and Mei Feng both nodded.

Kunpeng asked the head of the spirit race again: “You only have so few people waiting for us here? If there are more people, I suggest you call them all out and besiege us together, so that you can kill with one blow. , Otherwise, we will run away.”

The head of the spirit race sneered and said: “You still want to escape? I don’t think you have ever played against a master. I don’t know the strength of the spirit level. The third-order dragon demon, we can come out at will, and we can completely wipe you out. There won’t be any left.”

Kunpeng didn’t care about him, and only said to Rong’er and Mei Feng, “You can do it.”

As he said, he flashed and flew up to the sky, seeing all the cultivators of the spirit race in his eyes.

“Hey, this speed is not like the Tier 3 monster race. The bastards in the headquarters have not even figured out their strength?” A ray of surprise flashed in the eyes of the head of the spirit race, “All come out, surround them, no Be sure to leave one!”

“Hmph, there are still spirit bodies hidden.” Kunpeng smiled secretly, “A random movement of this seat will draw you all out.”

He deliberately “escaped” to high altitude just now, just to see if these spirit race monks were still hidden.

Soon, a dozen or so spiritual monks with the ninth-level peak of the spiritual rank emerged from the sky, surrounding the location of Kunpeng.

“Hehe, interesting, where am I, where are you?” Kunpeng said, flashed again, and reached another empty spot.

But no spirit race monk emerged, but the spirit race monk who approached him quickly rushed in and tried to besieged him.

“Have you all come out? I’m really willing to leave more than forty spirit bodies with the ninth-level peak of the spirit level here.”

While talking, Kunpeng’s figure flashed quickly, and within a few breaths, a large enchantment was woven in the void, covering all the spirit bodies, Rong’er Meifeng and himself.

The spiritual cultivator obviously did not expect that the legend in front of him was only a Tier 3 strength dragon demon, who had such a great ability.

Not only did he have a weird body and a surprisingly fast speed, but the weaving speed of the enchantment was also much faster than their own.

These spirit bodies at the ninth level of the spirit rank cannot be like Kunpeng, forming an enchantment in a few breaths, and it is a super-large enchantment.

A spirit body seemed to doubt the strength of the barrier, and pierced into the barrier with a long sword in his hand. But what surprised him was that his sword didn’t pierce the barrier, but instead he was bounced back by the barrier, shaking Fei and vomiting blood.

“Boss, this person’s barrier is very advanced, he can never be a Tier 3 monster cultivator.”

The head of the spirit race was dumbfounded just like the monk who vomited blood.

An enchantment locks them all, obviously, the opponent’s strength is definitely not something they can fight against.