Eight Heavenly Fire butterflies brought Zhang Ruochen under the white cliffs, and they fluttered their wings and flew into the sea of ​​flowers. It seemed that they did not want to understand the Tao of truth at all.

"These butterflies are really interesting. They are obviously arrogant, but their minds are like little girls." Zhang Ruochen laughed.

However, the next moment, feeling the murderous spirit coming from behind him, the smile on Zhang Ruochen's face immediately put away and stared at the past.

Two creatures, one tall and one short, wearing Fei Peng's armor appeared before his eyes.

The tall creature is two meters and three feet tall; the short creature is only one and a half meters tall, like a dwarf.

They are all human beings, but Zhang Ruochen feels the brutal, brutal, **** scent of them from their bodies. Even if they become holy, the breath does not disappear, but becomes more intense.

The tall creature, named Li Hai, didn't say a word. The fingers of his right hand were shaped into claws, and his nails turned into golden sickles, and he went directly to Zhang Ruochen's neck.

A simple claw, but with a strong vortex air force, and squeeze from the outside to the inside.

Zhang Ruochen only felt the air flow in all directions, all over him, the density of the air became more and more dense, as if solidified.

"Good, if you change to another half-step holy king, just this pressure will be pressed to the ground. Even the more powerful half-step holy king, it is estimated that it will be crushed and unable to move. Being struck by that creature's claw, he will die or die. "

A strong "anger" sent out, as if the flames were burning in Zhang Ruochen's body.

Just came here, the other side indiscriminately put on such a cruel hand, what does it mean?

Zhang Ruochen opened his body for one hundred and forty-four tips, sprayed a large amount of holy air, broke through the suppression of the air flow, and struck Li Hai in the palm of his hand. Along with the palms of force, there was also a fiery masculinity.

"Actually broke the air shackles?"

In Li Hai's eyes, a strange look appeared, then he increased the strength of his claws and went all out.

"Well."

The claws and palms collided, and a large number of chaotic holy forces stunned.

The crackling sound sounded, all the phalanxes of the five fingers were broken, and Li Hai was like a scarecrow, flying backwards.

Under the influence of Mood Dan, Zhang Ruochen's anger erupted quite fiercely, chased him up, grabbed Li Hai's leg, dragged him back, and fell fiercely to the ground.

With a "beep", the ground with protective lines was slightly shaken.

"Why attack me?"

"why?"

"Who directed it?"

"What the **** are you doing? What the **** are you doing?"

...

Every time he asked, Zhang Ruochen would step on it severely, and the bones on his body were breaking, even if it was protected by Fei Peng's armor, it would not help.

Because, whenever he wanted to inspire the defense force of Fei Peng's armor, Zhang Ruochen's feet fell down, stepping on the holy power of his whole body and unable to condense.

The short-skinned creature, named Li Shan, could have expected Zhang Ruochen to be so powerful that his younger brother's strength could not be beaten up on his face.

"stop."

Li Shan sang aloud, inspiring the strength of Fei Peng's armor, spreading a pair of metal wings on his back, bursting into rapidness, and in the blink of time, he rushed to Zhang Ruochen's body.

Li Shan has to be much more cautious. In the first time, the defensive force of Fei Peng's armor was evoked. A golden Fei Peng's phantom rushed out of the shrine and protected him inside the phantom.

At the same time, he also used a sword-shaped sacred weapon, like sweeping thousands of troops, and split it against Zhang Ruochen's waist.

The power of this knife is more than double that of Li Hai's previous claw.

In fact, Li Shan and Li Hai are in the middle of Bo Zhong, and Li Hai has not mobilized the rules of truth. The reason why this sword is so powerful is because of the blessing of Feipeng's armor.

"Why are you attacking me?"

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his right hand, directly grasped the sacred weapon of Lishan in the hand of Li Shan, dragged forward suddenly, and easily dissipated the power on the knife.

"how is this possible?"

Li Shan showed an unbelievable look, and before he had time to retreat, it was dark before him, lying on the ground with the palm of his opponent, and the holy knife in his hand was also taken away.

The phantom of Feipeng, who had protected him, had already been shattered.

Zhang Ruochen held the holy knife and chopped down.

"Why attack me?"

"What the **** do we have?"

...

The sound of "嘭 嘭" kept ringing, Fei Peng's armor was splattered with sparks, and the knife gas penetrated into the armor, leaving Lishan with a variety of depths of blood.

When Zhang Ruochen stepped on his chest, he couldn't get up and fight back. He was protected by Fei Peng's armor. He wasn't hacked, but he was anguished in his heart.

In the square, most of the monks were shocked and looked at them in surprise.

"Where's the cruel guy who beat Li Hai and Li Shan down?"

"It's fierce, is there a tendency to abuse?"

"Li Hai and Li Shan have packed a lot of monks who want to pursue the fairy of the hundred flowers. The means are quite cruel. However, they did not expect that they met a more cruel guy. It was really karma."

Those godsons and grandchildren also showed a hint of wonder. Obviously, even if they all looked away, the strength of the human man was not simple.

How powerful Li Hai and Li Shan are, King Jinpeng is very clear. Both of them are of perfect physique, and the Holy King can suppress it in the ordinary step, otherwise, they are not qualified to follow him.

Li Hai was taken down by Zhang Ruochen.

However, Li Shan was quite cautious. Not only did he use the Wanwen sacred weapon, but he also used the power of Fei Peng's armor, but he was easily suppressed by the tribal man.

Such a character is either a high-ranking existence in the "Merit List of Saints" or a character of the Holy King level.

Prince Jinpeng even believed that Zhang Ruochen was the latter and was a holy king-level figure, but he only carried spiritual treasures, deliberately concealed the real cultivation, and wanted to be a pig and a tiger.

"This human is really arrogant. Do you want to see the owner of the dog?"

Seeing Li Hai and Li Shan being tortured by Zhang Ruochen, Prince Jin Peng's face was very cold, but as his identity, he naturally disdain to pack a nameless person with his real body, so as not to make a few other guys present jokes.

Prince Jinpeng ripped a hair from his head and took a breath. There was a large amount of Holy Power and some rules of the Holy Path. He exhaled in that tone and merged into the hair.

Immediately, the hair flew up, blooming with dazzling golden light, and turned into an avatar identical to that of Prince Jinpeng.

Seeing this scene, a monk in the Qianrui Realm, exclaimed, "Intermediate Holy Art, thirty-six avatars."

"Wow--"

Prince Jinpeng's avatar shook slightly, and his figure became blurred. When he appeared again, he was already standing not far from Zhang Ruochen.

The golden light from Prince Jinpeng's avatar seemed to be able to illuminate heaven and earth, making it difficult for Zhang Ruochen to open his eyes. It was only a figure. In Zhang Ruochen's view, it looked like a golden wing with a length of hundreds of miles. Peng Pan was there.

The breath emanating from the avatar is not as powerful as Li Hai and Li Shan.

Although he couldn't control his emotions, Zhang Ruochen's thoughts were still very clear.

The mid-level Holy Art "sixty-six avatars", once the practice is successful, pull out a hair, can condense a avatar. The power of the avatar is equivalent to about 10% of the power of the real body.

Thirty-six avatars are dispatched at the same time, and can help the real body do a lot of things.

It is said that there are even more powerful "seven-two avatars", which are high-level holy arts, and each avatar can have 30% of the power of the real body. Seventy-two avatars appeared at the same time, enough to help the real body kill Xiu to become a more powerful monk.

The prince Jinpeng just pulled out a hair, and the condensed body was so powerful. It can be imagined that his true body must be ten times more horrible.

Zhang Ruochen did not have the slightest fear, but instead released the immovable king body, glaring back, and confronted Prince Jinpeng.

"Did you order them to deal with me?"

Zhang Ruochen raised Li Hai and Li Shan one by one, and then threw it to Prince Jinpeng, saying, "Take care of your dogs. If you dare to bite people, I will abolish them for you."

The monks present were shocked to see that the tribal man dared to speak to Prince Jinpeng in this way.

No monk has ever dared to be so disrespectful to Prince Jinpeng.

"Courage is not small, just don't know his strength, is it worthy of such guts?" The long-life **** son is interested ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The princes of Jinpeng, see those **** sons and grandchildren use joke to watch jokes He stared at him with the same eyes, his face became colder, and his murderous spirits surged out, saying: "Kneeling down immediately and giving the prince three heads may be able to put down the anger of the prince. Otherwise, wait until the anger of the prince. It will definitely make you regret coming to this world. "

"This is the dojo of Qian Ruijie. Did you threaten me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Sometimes it is easier to die, and it is a pain to live."

When he said this, the power of Prince Jinpeng's avatar completely broke out, and the magnificent divine power wrapped Zhang Ruochen in.

The sight in front of Zhang Ruochen disappeared, leaving only the rolling golden waves, a Jinpeng giant bird hundreds of miles long, hovering over his head. With a deafening cry, Jinpeng giant bird stretched out a paw, and the surging Holy Power suppressed.

Suddenly, it was like a landslide.

The top of Zhang Ruochen's head seemed to be under the pressure of a hundred thousand mountains, making people fall into the abyss of death.