The clouds boiled, and the laws of heaven and earth were wailing as the Eight-Armed Demon Lord descended. His eight knotted arms tore through the void, and each crack was filled with sticky demon blood. When they fell to the ground, they turned into thousands of blood demons and crawled towards the Phoenix Battle Formation.

Each step of falling aroused a wave of blood. His eight knotty arms each held the magic weapon - the Soul-breaking Whip, the Bone-Eating Hammer, the God-Destroying Cone, the Heart-Burning Lamp, the Star-Breaking Spear, the Moon Burning Wheel, the Sky-Swallowing Pot, the Prison-Suppressing Tower, and the Curse Runes floating on the surface of the magic weapon corrode the space out of the dark gullies.

"Sacrifices are all the best sacrifices!" The head of the Demon Lord made a triple reverberation laughter, the snake head on the left spit out poisonous saliva that corrodes the void, and the skeleton on the right swirl was rotating in the sockets of the skeleton's head.

Eight natal magic weapons rotated between arms, and the bone-eroding hammer hit the void and caused a crisp sound like bone cracks. The Thunderbird warrior with a low cultivation level of a hundred miles instantly exploded all over his body.

The Nanming Phoenix Nirvana Sword swept three waves of blood, and the hurricane caused by the gilded fire wings evaporated the blood demon that rushed.

She suddenly turned around and cut off the afterimage of the soul-breaking whip. The purple-black Mars that collided with the tip of the sword and the whip tip actually eroded the honeycomb-like hole in space.

"You self-righteous gods, the blood sacrifice begins." The Demon Lord smiled grimly, and the Heaven-Swallowing pot hangs upside down and spews out a fishy blood river. The three thousand phoenix warriors instantly melt their flesh and blood.

Kong Xuan quickly unfolded the colorful bird screen, but the feather barrier was pierced by the God-Destroying Cone, and dozens of powerful peacock clans' souls were destroyed.

"Dafeng Guard retreated!" The six pairs of jade wings led by Qing Ling set off a purification storm, but the Demon Lord's fourth arm's Tianshen Pot turned upside down, and the Gangfeng that could crush the star core was swallowed by the Hukou Whale.

The fifth-arm Prison-Suppressing Tower crashed down, and each of the nine-story towers suppressed millions of demon souls. The sound of ghosts and howlings made the three peacock warriors bleed in the seven orifices into the demon tide.

Xuan Ting's third eye burst into lightning and struck the Demon Lord Tianling, but was licked by the burning heart light of the sixth arm. The Zixiao divine thunder twisted into a miserable green in the flames, and the backlash of thunder fire burned his thunder feather armor out of scorch.

"Be careful of the burial moon wheel!" Kong Xuan screamed before she could fall, and the seventh arm wheel blade had torn apart time and space and slashed to Xuan Ting's neck.

At the critical moment, the Nanming Phoenix Fire Wing exploded and advanced. The Nirvana Sword picked the hinge of the wheel blade at an incredible angle, and the gilded true fire poured into the gap in the magic pattern. The Burial Moon Wheel made a sharp trembling sound and temporarily stagnated.

Xuan Ting took the opportunity to turn into lightning and retreat suddenly. Large pieces of flesh and blood were still peeled off by the aftermath of the waves. Light golden thunder blood sprinkled on the scorched earth and thunder patterns bloomed.

"Self-free struggle." The Demon Lord's eighth arm's star-breaking halberd swept across, and the star-chief storm bursting out from the halberd blade stirred the twelve peacock warriors who formed the formation into blood mist.

Kong Xuan sang in a tragic voice and unfolded the colorful bird screen. The hundred thousand poison-tempered feathers turned into a heavy rain of light, but before touching the demon body, all the bone shields shooked by the bone-eroding hammer were blocked.

Xuan Ting strongly urged his natal thunder spirit, and 30,000 thunderbird warriors also triggered the Nine-Dao Thunder Tribulation.

The purple thunder dragon wrapped around the golden Sanskrit chain and banged at the Demon Lord, but was siphoned by the Tengtian Ke as soon as it touched his chest.

The Demon Lord smiled and compressed the thunder tribulation into a ball and threw it back. When the thunderstorm exploded in the center of the Phoenix Battle Formation, the thunder prison barrier that Xuan Ting had struggled to unfold shattered like an eggshell.

"Young clan leader!" The three thunderbird guards burned out their essence and blood to build a second barrier, but their body and spirit were destroyed under the puncture of the God-Destroying Cone.

Xuan Ting was blown away by the aftermath and crashed into the seven skeleton mountains. The broken thunder wings revealed white bones, and the golden blood flowing from the third eye blurred his vision.

The four-armed magic weapon of the Demon Lord lit up at the same time. The Soul-Splitting Whip wrapped around Xuan Ting's ankle and dragged him towards the blade of the Burial Moon Wheel. The Holy Fire of the Burning Heart Lamp had licked his eyebrows. "Farewell forever, little sparrow."

In the mockery of the triple reverberation, Xuan Ting looked at himself reflected on the wheel blade - this once proud young master of Thunderbird, who was now as powerless as a lamb to be slaughtered.

The blazing gold color suddenly filled the world. Nanming Feng actually directly crashed into the realm of the Demon Lord, and the Nirvana fire wings were completely burned into the form of a flowing fire.

Her hairpin had long been shattered in the fierce battle, her hair was wrapped in golden flames and dancing wildly in the demonic energy. The phoenix pattern on the eyebrows made the Demon Lord narrow their eyes at the same time.

"Let go!" The Nirvana Sword pierced through the three overlapping shadows and pierced into the wrist of the Demon Lord. The true fire bursting from the sword body followed the Soul-Splitting Whip to the current.

The moment when the Demon Lord let go, Nan Mingfeng grabbed Xuan Ting's collar with his left hand and threw him in the direction of Kong Xuan. The sword tip of his right hand had already been in a fierce battle with the Zang Yuelun who was attacking again.

Xuan Ting saw an unforgettable scene in his backfly flight: Nan Mingfeng's broken armor exposed her porcelain white shoulders and neck, and the winding blood marks added to the thrilling beauty.

Her side face was reflected in the jade-like texture by the Nirvana Fire, but the corners of her tightly pursed her fighting spirit was sharper than him.

Those "pheasant bloodlines" that are always criticized by the nobles in the clan are now burning brighter than any pure blood phoenix.

Time seemed to be lengthened, and the Zang Yue Wheel cut off three of her flying hair, but before touching her neck, she was shaken by the sudden burst of dark fire.

Nan Mingfeng took the opportunity to spin and kick the demon Lord's jaw, and the fire lotus-shaped explosion lifted the two of them away at the same time.

She turned over and landed in the bloody rain and inserted the Nirvana Sword into the ground. The magic blood swamp that radiated into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

"Still standing there?" Nan Mingfeng wiped away the golden blood from the corner of her mouth and stared at the dull Xuanting: "Where is the speed that the Thunderbird Clan is proud of?"

These words were like thunder striking to awaken Xuan Ting. His incomplete thunder wings burst out with new thunder feathers, and the blood flowing from his third eye turned into thunder patterns and crawled all over his cheeks.

Kong Xuan's Bird Screen barrier enveloped the battlefield at this moment, and the colorful rays of light formed a short safe zone. Qing Ling led the remaining Great Wind Guard to re-form the formation, purifying the storm and counteracting the erosion of the Demon Lord's realm.

"I want the heart of that female phoenix!" The eight-armed magic weapon of the Demon Lord resonated with the whole body for the first time, and the phantom of the altar corresponding to the eight magic weapons appeared in the void.

Every muffled sound of the bone-eroding hammer made the soldiers' bones tremble. The meteorite rain triggered by the Star Breaking Spear broke through the atmosphere and dragged the green tail flames down.

Nan Mingfeng suddenly grabbed Xuan Ting's wrist, and the Nirvana True Fire actually blended with his natal thunder spirit. The entangled energy of golden red and purple blue poured into the meridians of the young master of the Thunder Bird, stimulating each of his thunder feathers stood up: "Let me lend you thunder!"

In the shocked gaze of the Demon Lord, Nan Mingfeng pulled Xuan Ting up into the sky. The two turned into comets entangled with thunder and fire, and penetrated the seven meteorites with a spiral trajectory.

Under the guidance of Nan Mingfeng, Xuan Ting's thunder spear actually transformed the destructive power of the Star-Breaking Spear into its own use. The star core energy condensed at the tip of the spear began to collapse.

"Madman!" The Demon Lord's Prison-Suppressing Tower was pressed down, but was blocked by the nine-level bird screen barrier that Kong Xuan fought to the death.

This precious moment allowed the Thunder Fire Comet to break through the blockade, and the thunder spear that fused the power of the star core was nailed into the chest of the Demon Lord.

"It's now!" Nanming Feng Nirvana Sword stabbed into the wound created by the thunder spear, and the true fire burned the Demon Lord's internal organs along the meridians.

The purification storm led by Qing Ling, the self-sacrifice of the remaining Great Wind Guards, and the last feathers of the Peacock Warriors, all attacks gathered at one point.

The Demon Lord waved his eight arms wildly but could not stop the true fire from spreading. He wanted to explode his demon core in despair, but found that Xuan Ting's thunder spirit had invaded his dantian at some point.

"Do you think I will only be beaten?" The young master of Thunderbird grinned and the thunder chain shot out from the third eye locked the magic core firmly.

When Nan Mingfeng's sword edge picked out the demon core, the Eight-Armed Demon Lord let out a wail that shattered the mountains. His body peeled off layer by layer in the Nirvana Fire, and finally turned into eight black smoke and was sucked into the heart-burning lamp.

Nan Mingfeng raised the lamp high, and the true fire spread the light rain refined by the Demon Lord's remnant soul to the battlefield, healing every inch of scorched earth.

Xuan Ting fell into the ashes that were still warm, watching Nan Mingfeng collect his sword and return to the sheath.

Her broken armor exposed her white skin on her waist and abdomen, and the winding blood marks seemed to paint a gold edge on her jade. The most terrible thing was the pair of phoenix eyes. The fatigue after the fierce battle made Su Ri's sharp eyes turn into softness, and the drooping hair was stained with blood and fire, but it was more thrilling than any makeup.

"Have you seen enough?" Nan Mingfeng suddenly turned around, scaring Xuan Ting's third eye forgot to close.

She threw the jade bottle that was carrying the healing phoenix marrow, and the corner of her mouth curled the curve of the female sea queen, and said in her heart: "This young master of the Thunderbird Clan seems to be amazed by his aunt."

When Xuan Ting caught the jade bottle, he touched the temperature of her fingertips, and the warmth hit his heart along the thunder core.
Chapter completed!