"The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique, the First Style!"

The Golden-winged Little Peng King shouted loudly, his golden hair waving wildly. He seemed to have turned into a celestial demon and god, with divine light rising into the sky. The golden celestial roc shrank in size and completely merged with him.

"boom"

He himself became the evolution of Tao, and a golden divine roc appeared between his eyebrows, lifelike. With a flick of his hand, the mountain in front of him suddenly collapsed, and his combat power was astonishing.

Su Yang frowned slightly, and there was a trace of flutter in his heart, but it was just a trace. With a slight step, he retreated to the edge of the sky.

In the original work, after the Golden-winged Little Peng King was promoted to the realm of dragon transformation, the Old Peng King baptized his body with Tian Peng's true blood and practiced the Heavenly Demon Slaying Holy Art.

Now it seems that this product has been inherited.

Then put in one more effort.

Dou Zi Mi·Xian, urge it with all your strength.

In an instant, the chaotic blood in Su Yang's body boiled, and the whole body was filled with blazing golden flames. A powerful fighting spirit erupted, and his movements seemed to penetrate the sky.

With his combat power rising in all directions, he was about to get serious.

"Rumble"

The Holy Technique of Dou Zhan evolved into the Great Wilderness Shenglong Fist, pushing the boxing technique to the extreme. The true dragon Dao diagrams soared into the sky, carrying unparalleled Dao Qi, causing the sky to crack under the pressure.

However, under Su Yang's deliberate control, all the chaotic energy was sealed within the body, and not a single trace came out.

Don’t expose your physique!

Otherwise, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

"Bang"

"puff"

Su Yang still underestimated Dou Zi Mi·Xian. Under his full force, the Great Wilderness Shenglong Fist was sublimated.

In just one stroke, half of the body of the Golden Winged Peng King was pierced, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards, while the Golden Peng's golden body trembled continuously.

"What?"

"He was defeated?"

"Is this really the genius of our Demon Clan?" In the distance, everyone in the Demon Clan was almost shocked, and they even doubted the Golden Winged Peng King.

Xiaopeng Wang, who was so full of ambition just now, didn't even hold on for a moment before being beaten by Su Yang until he was knocked upside down and vomited blood.

Deep in the secret realm, a group of old demons frowned in deep thought.

What kind of secret technique is it that makes the attack power so powerful? Su Yang's combat power instantly increased a lot.

To know!

The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique has a great reputation and is a supreme secret technique specially designed to kill the Saint.

Today, its ferocious power has been completely suppressed.

Is it the legendary holy method of fighting or the Taihuang Sutra of the Great Xia Dynasty?

Gradually, several old monsters stared into the distance, their eyes involuntarily glowing with green light.

"Buzz"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King was using his divine power, and his whole body was shrouded in golden light. In just a moment, the injury was repaired.

He shook all the blood from his body and straightened his body again. His fighting spirit was majestic and high, his whole body was surging with golden energy, and his eyes were as intimidating as cold lightning.

There was a touch of cruelty in the broken gold eyes, and the teeth were as white as snow, and he said: "You exceeded my expectations again, but this is only the first move of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique. Next..."

"Let's end this battle!" At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air and interrupted the Golden Winged Peng King.

The middle-aged man is tall and tall, wearing a blue Taoist robe. There is a dormant dragon energy in his eyes, which is not angry but powerful, but makes people feel heart palpitated.

The Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Territory, King Qingjiao!

"Senior Qingjiao King, you don't believe me?"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King was born as a young boy, with a majestic head, strong and domineering, and has been in the Eastern Wilderness for ten years, and is invincible among his peers.

Today, it was defeated at the hands of an unknown human being.

He is as unruly as he is, full of unwillingness and dissatisfaction.

"You are extremely talented, and you still have a long way to go. If you forcefully use the forbidden technique again, it will damage your roots, and I will not be able to explain it to Brother Peng." King Qingjiao is very optimistic about this junior.

"snort"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was as murderous as a knife. He stared at Su Yang and snorted coldly. He waved goodbye to the Green Dragon King and turned into a golden light and left.

King Qing Jiao looked at Su Yang, with a faint smile on his rough face, and said: "You have great fighting power, but your reputation is not known. Which family are you descended from?"

Su Yang's eyes were shining, his body was spotless, and his divine power was surging. He had been fighting for a long time, but he didn't feel tired at all.

"Junior Su Yang, Holy Son of Tianxuan!"

He solemnly took out an ancient order, hung it on his waist, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, to make Tianxuan famous for six thousand years of silence.

"Tianxuan Holy Land..." King Qingjiao pondered.

After a while, King Qingjiao remembered a vague record. Legend has it that six thousand years ago, Tianxuan Holy Land was the most powerful holy land in the Eastern Wasteland. Its power even overshadowed the ancient families in the past.

Now, will the remnants of this Tianxuan Holy Land be born again?

"You young people, talk more!" King Qingjiao saw Yan Ruyu and others arriving, nodded to him, and left.

"Brother Su, you are so awesome, you even knocked down King Xiaopeng." Tu Fei ran over excitedly and punched Su Yang on the shoulder.

"It's a pity that the bird's wings are not left behind." The Black Emperor muttered regretfully, causing everyone to frown.

"Brother Su shocked the world with his battle, and he will definitely become famous in the Eastern Wasteland." The little Jiao King in green and his entourage approached and spoke in admiration.

With a jade-like face and a pair of bright green eyes, she stared straight at Su Yang, always feeling that there was a familiar smell about him.

Everyone returned to Qingyi Mansion and continued to enjoy fine wine and delicacies, but at this time, no demon cultivator looked down upon Su Yang and his party.

In the dead of night, everyone is still and everything is still.

Ye Fan and Su Yang took the Black Emperor to the Yunding Ancient Palace quietly, took out a lot of materials, and began to arrange the formation.

The Temple of Immortality stands majestically, and the years have left traces on it. Some places are even about to collapse, but it still hangs in the air.

"It must be silent. There can't be any fluctuations." Ye Fan looked solemn. There are many ferocious old monsters in this small world, so it is necessary to hide and act.

The Black Emperor rarely refuted, and the square-headed dog's face was very serious, because this was a matter of life and death.

"This meteorite forest corresponds to the arrangement of the main stars of the gods. Once triggered, it will be full of murderous intent. Even if the powerful falls in, they will be killed or injured." Su Yang shot two purple lights in his eyes and stared at the meteorite forest.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and finally understood why no one was guarding this place.

Half an hour later, the formation layout was completed. The Black Emperor let out a sigh of relief and looked at Su Yang and said, "Have you acquired my inheritance? How come your formation techniques are so similar to my own?"

Su Yang smiled in his heart, you, a pirate, actually questioned the original version!

"It's getting late, act quickly." Ye Fan urged.

The two of them and the dog didn't waste any more time, and moved forward cautiously, passing through many obstacles, and finally arrived at the ninth level of the ancient palace.

In this ancient palace, lush vegetation, exotic flowers blooming, tall green trees, gurgling streams, cobblestones pave the ground, and ancient pavilions stand like a natural garden.

The Black Emperor was surprised and said: "This is a space of its own."

The ancient sages were able to carve out a small world, so it would not be a problem to carve out a smaller space in a large hall.

There is an altar in the center of the garden, and a tall figure is sitting quietly on it. There are many fallen leaves on the body, and it seems that it has not been moved for a long time.
Chapter completed!