Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 851: Golden Eye Demon Lord

Really, a coincidence to the extreme.

Wu Tie had just used death threats to force Jiu Wushuang to accept his Dharma prohibition, and used the forced relief method of Honglian Temple to control a little innate aura at the core of his soul, and completely master his life and death.

The method of saving the Red Lotus Temple is extremely overbearing.

After being refined by Duhua, the strong demon energy that Jiu Wushuang originally had around his body suddenly dissipated, and a faint glazed light spouted out of every feather.

Although in his bones, he is still a giant monster.

But from the perspective of skin appearance, Jiu Wushuang has become the most hated Buddhist disciple in the Western Demon Country.

Tie Sanhua and Heilao Qijiaqijiaba had their mouths open. After they agreed to gambling the next time they met, the forcibly conquered Jiu Wushuang screamed and turned into his original form, carrying Wu Tie and his group weak. Flew towards the Blood Prison Mountain.

Because of the low mood, Jiu Wushuang's flight speed is very slow. Wu Tie was satisfied and understood Jiu Wushuang's mood at the moment, so he didn't urge or scold him.

It was Tie Sanhua jumping wildly on Jiu Wushuang's back, full of excitement.

Defeat the subdued Jiu Wushuang, and at the same time show off his prestige in front of Hei Lao Qi, the distinguished guest we invited to Iron Arm Mountain is so powerful. Jiu Wushuang said that he would accept it as a mount, and he would accept it as a mount. no!

The monkey is like this, and when he has something to be proud of, he will jump around happily.

After jumping for a while, Tie Sanhua took a group of hericium heads and turned around on the back of Jiu Wushuang, like looking for fleas for the little monkey cub, turning up the feathers on Jiu Wushuang's back one by one. I don't know what they are tossing about.

In short, when he approached the Blood Prison Mountain, Jiu Wushuang had become extremely embarrassed, his feathers messed up, like an old hen whose hair had been shackled by a monkey, with an inexplicable embarrassment and desolation from his bones. Meaning.

Just when Wushuang Wushuang flew to the front of the Blood Prison Mountain, less than a hundred miles away from the first blood river of the Blood Prison Mountain, a cloud of light in the distance galloped at an extremely terrifying speed. Arrived in front of Wu Tie and others.

The King Moyunjiu came by, yelling and cursing in the direction of the Blood Prison Mountain.

Jiu Wushuang shook his whole body, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, and he screamed: "Father...help me!"

The King Mo Yunjiu suddenly turned around, staring at Wu Tie and his party with sharp eyes. He was still in the original state of the old vulture at the moment, a naked big vulture's head was rapidly congested, and from the bare neck to the top of the head, it turned black and red.

The feathers all over his body were erected one by one, and countless complicated weird runes appeared on the feathers. King Mo Yunjiu looked at Jiu Wushuang, who was rippling with a layer of glazed light, and suddenly he spouted a mouthful of blood.

"You, you, how can you dare to harm my unparalleled family into such a person, neither ghost nor ghost!"

In the eyes of King Mo Yunjiu, at this moment, Jiu Wushuang is full of silk and colored glaze. It is like a human baby who has been thrown into a dungpit, and his whole body exudes something that makes the monsters radiate from the depths of their souls. Disgust.

A good boy who is so handsome in his own family has been killed!

Behind, dozens of fierce bird demon with the strength to fly flapped their wings and chased up. Seeing King Moyunjiu, these fierce bird demon shivered and turned into human forms, kneeling tremblingly. Screaming in the air.

"Lord, the little ones are not protected well...the young master, the young master..."

The King Mo Yunjiu's face was sullen, his right wing waved fiercely, and a vicious wind whistled out. Dozens of fierce birds and monsters shivered, and the bones all over his body sounded like popping beans, with big mouths. He spit out blood and planted to the ground.

"The death penalty is forgivable, and the living sin is hard to forgive. Go back to the skyscraper and go to the Yinhuo Pillar by yourself to be sentenced for three years!" King Mo Yunjiu screamed with cold eyes and expressionless face.

Behind him, a large group of fierce birds and great monsters flew up. Hundreds of great monsters turned into human forms and fell directly on the ground. They grabbed the dozens of large monsters with broken bones and turned towards the iron. Flew in the direction of Bishan.

Wu Tie stood on top of Jiu Wushuang's head with a smile, and even deliberately raised his right foot and stepped on Jiu Wushuang's head a few times.

"Your Excellency, is the King Moyunjiu? Haha, so are we, we are destined. Your son, very good, flying very smoothly."

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "Especially, his appearance is very good, he is surrounded by Buddha's light, and his precious appearance is solemn. Putting it on the auction field of Sui Dynasty, he will surely be able to sell for a good price."

The King Mo Yunjiu stared at Wu Tie, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, let go."

Wu Tie smiled brighter and brighter: "Why can I let go of the mount I grabbed by strength?"

The King Mo Yunjiu gave a long scream, his body form is too large, facing the Wutie who is one foot and six feet tall, the too large body is like smashing an ant with a big mountain, and it is impossible to attack effectively.

He turned into a human form and didn't use weapons. His fingers flicked, and his nails popped out nine feet long with a clang of clang, like ten black long swords, spurting out sharp swords.

The speed of King Moyun Jiu was several times faster than when Jiu Wushuang flew with the wind-cutting halberd in full force.

This speed is placed among the demon race, it is absolutely the best in the world, except for those unfathomable demon masters, almost no one can match.

There was not even a trace of afterimages, not even a trace of air ripples, the ghost of Moyunjiu King flashed in front of Wutie like a ghost, ten nails slashed horizontally and horizontally, and he slashed on Wutie's body hundreds of times.

Sparks are flying everywhere, and there is a constant crackling sound.

Wu Tie cultivated the "Yuan Shi Jing", mastered all three thousand great roads and eighty-four thousand side gates, and his cultivation level also broke through to the tenth level of the gods. At this time, he absolutely belongs to the invincible existence in the **** realm.

Of those avenues and side gates, there is naturally a ‘speed’, and there are more ‘speed’ laws such as wind, thunder, electricity, and light.

The speed of King Mo Yunjiu is really fast to the extreme, but in Wu Tie's view, that's how it is, it's still much slower than Wu Tie's full force.

It's just that Wu Tie was too lazy to dodge.

He just stood there, letting ten nails chop frantically on him.

The fingernails of King Moyunjiu shattered inch by inch. After hundreds of blows, King Moyunjiu directly scratched Wutie's body with his fingers. In addition to tearing a set of clothes on Wutie's body, it even had the oily skin of Wutie. Nothing was hurt.

There was a ‘chih’.

Lao Tie stood behind Wu Tie with a spear in his hand, and a cold light pierced the void, stabbing it from Wu Tie's shoulder.

The crazy king Mo Yunjiu couldn't dodge, and was shot on the shoulder by Lao Tie.

With a loud noise, the spear light exploded, and a fist-sized hole of blood exploded on King Mo Yunjiu's right shoulder, and a large swath of black-red, cold-smelling blood spattered out.

The King Mo Yunjiu retreated sharply. This time, he could not control the air around him, and his body tore through the void, and he made a sharp and extremely piercing sound, which shocked the eardrums of the bird monsters behind him. Fragmented, one by one hissing and screaming.

Staggering back for dozens of miles, King Mo Yunjiu looked at Jiu Wushuang with horror on his face: "My son, what kind of person did you provoke? This shot is delicious...this shot... No one can match the famous gunmen in the Sui Dynasty that the old man has fought!"

Jiu Wushuang stared at the **** King Mo Yunjiu on his shoulder, screaming miserably: "My son doesn't know, dad, hurry up, save me... I don't want to be a mount. I want to marry Pei Feng, and by the way, even in the blood prison, that would be the best..."

"Father, don't hide and tuck, when it's time to work hard, you have to work hard... You have lived a million years old, and you have enjoyed everything. My son hasn't lived enough yet!"

The King Mo Yunjiu was so angry that his face turned black.

Wu Tie stayed for a while, and kicked Jiu Wushuang's head vigorously: "Hey, it's an evildoer, what kind of human beings are ethical, an unreasonable idiot... King Moyun Jiu, this kind of son, you keep some What's the use? Why don't you kill it?"

The lips of King Mo Yunjiu wriggled for a while, he wiped the wound on his shoulder, and a strong demon gas poured out, a trace of water and fire was forced out of the wound by the demon, King Mo Yunjiu His wound squirmed and healed quickly.

"This senior..." King Mo Yunjiu bowed his hand to Wu Tie, his attitude became very respectful.

Demon race, the strongest king, the winner is honored.

Although King Moyunjiu didn't use his full strength just now, he also used 70% of the methods. However, his attack could not even break through Wutie's oily skin. It can be seen that Wutie's background and cultivation level have definitely reached the rank of the venerable.

In the face of a demon-class power, King Moyunjiu put away all his arrogance and prestige, and became cautious and cautious.

"Wu Tie, just call me Wu Tie." Wu Tie smiled, and then he saw a cloud of blood bursting out of the Blood Prison Mountain.

Wu Tie was in a good mood. He smiled and waved to the figure standing on the blood cloud: "Pei Feng, I'm here... hehe."

The blood cloud rolled and flew toward Wu Tie quickly, King Mo Yunjiu's eyes flashed fiercely, and his body moved a little, but he quickly glanced at Wu Tie, and then forcibly pressed to attack Pei Feng. , The impulse to hold her hostage.

In the face of a demon-class power, any impulse, any recklessness, will lead to killing.

The King Moyunjiu lived a million years...a million years of life, in the Western Demon Country, it is not only because of strength that can survive. In addition to strength, we need to be cautious, careful, humble, and respectful.

The blood cloud wiped the King Moyun and flew over.

The blood prison drove the cloud head, and Pei Feng, who was standing next to her, rose into the air with a bright smile, and rushed towards Wu Tie.

"How did you get here? Sister Blood Prison said that there may be big countries overseas in the West... But that is also the news from some giant monsters in the sea. No one from the Western monster country has ever been to our place. That piece of land."

Wu Tie hugged Pei Feng who was flying, pinched her shoulders with both hands, and looked down at her seriously.

The smile is like a flower, the beauty is still there, even a trace of oily skin is not hurt, the spirit is completely complete, and even the various rare spiritual fruits of the western demon country are eaten more, and Pei Feng's complexion is better than that of the Wu country The time is a little better.

"I caught Feng Entropy and Smiling Buddha, and came here through the teleportation array secretly arranged by the Honglian Temple." Wu Tie said with a smile: "The Three Gods Sects of the Sui Dynasty, the protection of the country, are rich and amazing, so huge. Teleportation Array, they only took a few days to prepare."

Blood Prison stood on the head of the cloud, squinting Wu Tie up and down.

Shaking his head, the Blood Prison muttered in a low voice: "The little white face of the human race,...but, since you are the girl’s beloved, let’s wait and see for a few days. If you have the slightest place to feel sorry for the girl, he... Help the girl find a hero in the Western Demon Country."

Talking to himself for a while, the Blood Prison suddenly sneered: "Hehehehehe, old vulture, your precious son, you are really arrogant...hey, look at him lingering in the Buddha's light. What is it? He wants to be a monk. Monk?"

A circle of blood spurted out around him, and the blood prison roared up to the sky: "The kings of each mountain, each peak, each river, each stream, each cave, and each valley, come and see, come and see, Mount The only son of King Yunjiu, Wushuang, look at his majestic appearance...Hey, King Moyunjiu, did he take refuge in Honglian Temple?"

Jiu Wushuang's blood spurted out.

The old face of King Mo Yunjiu instantly turned pale, and then it was pitch black again.

The sound of the blood prison was extremely clear and melodious, and the wind spread out I don’t know how far, far and near, among the mountains, valleys, rivers, and caves, large swarms of demonic energy rolled out, a little demon, The Great Demon, Giant Demon, Demon King, etc., all soared into the air.

The low-powered ones don't dare to provoke King Mo Yunjiu, but just wait and see from a distance.

When he reached the level of the giant monster, he swayed with the subordinates of the brigade, and eagerly got close.

And the several demon kings with amazing strength rushed over in a magnificent manner, ‘laughing’ and gesticulating at Jiu Wushuang.

The king Mo Yunjiu was trembling with anger. He screamed at the demon kings who were constantly approaching: "Get out of the way!"

"Well, what are you doing with such a big fire?" The Iron-toothed King of Tiebi Mountain, carrying an iron nail rake, turned into a weird image of a pig's head, riding a fat wild boar with wings on its back, slowly Coming from the wind.

"The ancestor of our family just said, calm heart is the right way of health, don’t shout and kill all the time...Blood prison girl, do you think this is the truth? Everyone is a demon, all are demon, They are all monsters...Since they are all monsters, they should be harmonious, friendly, united, and help each other!"

The King Irontooth flew over while talking nonsense.

He flew to Wu Tie's side, stared wide-eyed for a while at Jiu Wushuang, who was covered in Buddha's light, suddenly dropped the nail in his hand, and then rolled off the back of the winged wild boar holding his belly.

With a ‘boom’, the iron-toothed king with a height of hundreds of meters hit the ground like a hill, shaking the ground and splashing dust.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha... old bird, your son, your son... you really become a monk!"

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha! Alas, laughed to death, laughed at me...really, hahahahaha!"

The King Iron-tooth is like a domestic pig with a piggy hair, laughing wildly on the ground while rolling, ‘dangdang’ and smashed two small hills.

The face of King Mo Yunjiu is flushed, and every pore seems to be bleeding.

Wu Tie and Pei Feng held hands, standing on the back of Jiu Wushuang, smiling without speaking.

Regardless of your Moyunjiu King's background, what strength, even if you face a confrontation, what are you afraid of?

Blood Prison puts his hands on his chest, staring fiercely at King Mo Yunjiu: "Old vulture~IndoMTL.com~Don’t be a ghost, Pei Feng is my sister, your rascal son has troubles twice. Even death deserves it."

"You are going to make trouble, my king will accompany you!" Blood Prison raised his head proudly, and a large **** gleam behind him, a phantom of a **** peacock with gorgeous wings appeared in the **** light, and countless **** eyes flickered on its tail feathers. Spouting blood.

In the extreme distance, a black air soared into the sky, billowing like wolf smoke, straight into the sky.

An earth-shattering demonic air tumbling and hitting, suddenly the blood river surrounding the Blood Prison Mountain set off a huge wave of hundreds of meters.

A very hasty voice came from afar: "Who dares to bully our monkey cub? King Moyunjiu, you hen cub, you dare to be presumptuous?"

Wu Tie raised his brows, and his heart was frightened.

This breath actually suppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.

Powerful, extremely powerful, powerful enough to make people desperately powerful.

"Golden Eyed Demon Venerable." The Blood Prison whispered hastily.