hey demon

Chapter 391
The world is still, and a transcendent aura presses across the sky. At this moment, the fierce flames of war are quietly extinguished. Looking at the shadow of a cicada in the sky, both humans and demons feel the trembling from the bottom of their hearts. This is the power of the Wannian Demon King.

"Cicada King!"

The stagnant thoughts returned to running again. Looking at the golden cicada bathing in the wind and snow, Zhao Wuji's face showed panic for the first time. He didn't expect the cicada king to appear at this time.

King Cicada was injured and turned into a cocoon, and when he broke out of the cocoon again, there must be an extraordinary phenomenon. This is hard to hide. According to the original calculations of the Dali Dynasty, King Cicada should not break out of the cocoon so quickly.

The reason why he came with the Taoist weapon this time was because he received the news that the Little Hancicada King had sent away the Black Jiao King and other monsters, and confirmed that he had a chance to kill the Little Hancicada King and other monsters. cocoon.

Thoughts floated in his mind, Zhao Wou-ki kept communicating with the Suzaku Flame Banner, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response at all.

"You don't need to try, you are not a veteran of Qianyang, you can't grasp the Suzaku flame flag."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's small movements clearly, Cicada King shook his head, his words were peaceful without any waves, and at the moment his words fell, the frozen Suzaku flame flag fell into its hands.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wuji's heart sank.

"Back when Zhao Qianyang carried the Suzaku Flame Banner to sweep across the Southern Wilderness, he beheaded three of my sons in a row and severely injured me. Today he should pay back one or two."

Speaking of the pain of bereavement, the Cicada King was calm, playing with the Suzaku Flame Flag in his hand, it seemed a little dispirited.

Glancing at Zhao Wuji, the Cicada King flapped his wings casually.

It was at this moment that the invisible cold air took form, like a cold dragon with its teeth and claws open, its mouth was wide open, revealing its sharp teeth, wanting to swallow Zhao Wou-ki in one gulp.

The moment this chilling air appeared, tiny ice flowers condensed on Zhao Wuji's body.

Huh, the golden flame rose, Zhao Wuji wanted to melt the frost on his body, but he couldn't do it at all, he could only watch the cold dragon open his mouth and bite down on himself, although he had already stood at the apex of the real world, but the distance The Taoist realm is still far away, because he has no power to grasp the true meaning at all.

But at this moment, Suzaku crowed, and an illusory figure suddenly appeared behind Zao Wou-ki. His body was hunched, as if he would fall down if blown by the wind, he was wearing a Suzaku magic robe, holding a white jade whisk, and his hair Bound by a red cloud hairpin, his complexion is sallow, his eyes are deep and sunken, only a pair of red eyebrows are raised, revealing an unconcealable sharpness.

A shriveled hand protruded slowly, turning from illusion to reality, and invisible power lingered on it. The old Taoist pinched the cold dragon with its teeth and claws, just like pinching a small snake.

"Long time no see, Cicada King."

Squeezing to death the cold dragon transformed by the chilling air, he walked out from behind Zao Wou-ki. He looked at the King Cicada, who was covered in golden light, and waved his whisk. The old Taoist slapped him.

"Zhao...Qian...Yang."

Anger rose in his heart, and he paused every word, seeing the face of this old Taoist clearly, the peace and aloofness that Han Cicada King has always been are no longer.

"Use the power of blood to manifest the Yang God, you are waiting for me."

With King Kong sitting in his heart, the sound of Buddha echoed, the anger that had just risen in him was extinguished, and he returned to calm. At this moment, the Han Cicada King understood something.

At this time, Zhao Qianyang seemed to be the same as a real person, but in fact he was just a yang god traveling. At this point, the cultivator's soul was radiated with yang energy, which seemed to be the same as the real body, and he would even bleed when injured.

Compared with the Yin God, the Yang God has fewer taboos. It is normal to go out in the daytime, but the old Taoist of Qianyang can cross such a long distance and come to this place so quickly, even if he has a direct bloodline as a guide, he must have prepared in advance Yes, it is impossible to complete it in a hurry.

Hearing this, without denying it, Zhao Qianyang nodded with a smile.

After getting such an answer, he looked Zhao Qianyang up and down. The Han Cicada King seemed to want to see through something. He was not afraid of Zhao Qianyang's arrival, and was even a little surprised.

"In order to lure me out, he even threw out the Taoist artifact that he relied on directly. This price is a bit high."

For hundreds of years, the Han Cicada King has never forgotten the shame Zhao Qianyang brought to him, but after the real meeting, it no longer has the urge to shout and kill.

"No, I'm afraid that the cicada king won't dare to step into my land again."

With the same smile on his face, Zhao Qianyang gave the answer.

"As for the lost Dao weapon, you can get it back after killing you."

The words were flat and domineering, as if it was taken for granted. As the words fell, Zhao Qianyang's dark eyes turned into bright golden colors. The snowstorm.

Ah, there was a shrill scream. At this moment, countless monsters were burnt to their souls, screaming with their heads in their arms, and rolling all over the ground. There is no real sun in the sky, which is the manifestation of Zhao Qianyang's divine will.

"Three Tribulations Yang God? Are your injuries healed?"

Sensing the aura rising from Zhao Qianyang's body, the Han Cicada King's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Judging from the previous performances, Zhao Qianyang undoubtedly failed in the thunder tribulation, and he was seriously injured, and time is running out, but now it seems that Zhao Qianyang's aura is vigorous, and there is no sign of injury at all, and he is in good condition Couldn't be better.

Kachacha, the coldness filled the air. Although there were doubts in his heart, the Chilling King's movements were not slow. His demon soul was agitated, colliding with Zhao Qianyang's divine will. Although he was not as powerful as the monk Yangshen, he was even more violent , like a ferocious beast that has lost its restraint.

At this moment, the two mighty auras collided violently, causing the world to change color.

"I've waited a long time for this day, now let me see if you have the means to kill me."

Knowing that Zhao Qianyang can't be suppressed by the power of the soul alone, the diamond in his heart glared, and all the past turned into raging anger, no longer suppressing the killing intent in his heart, vibrating the six wings, the chilling king turned into a sharp golden light, and slashed straight at After seeing Zhao Qianyang, at this moment, its 40,000 years of cultivation is undoubtedly revealed, and its demon body is intertwined with faint blue ice patterns and bright golden patterns, which is the manifestation of true meaning.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Qianyang also had a murderous intent flashing deep in his eyes.

"With 40,000 years of cultivation, not only has he recovered from his injuries, but he has also made a breakthrough. No wonder he dared to come to him."

Waving the whisk, the brows glowed, reflecting a flaming mountain and a black fire nest, inside which was entrenched a Suzaku and a bronze mirror, with a demonic aura rising all over him, transformed into a Suzaku with 5000 years of cultivation, Zhao Qianyang He directly greeted the Han Cicada King.

At this moment, he was no different from a real Suzaku, breathing fire from his mouth, burning the sky with fierce power.

(End of this chapter)