Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 237 Gold-winged Xiaopeng cried out in anger and left!
"Why did you strike so hard?" a monster asked loudly.

"He kept saying he wanted to kill me." Zhang Wenchang looked at the monster like a fool until he was speechless.

"Gold-winged Xiaopeng King, wake up quickly, are you alright?" A monster stepped forward, hugged the head of Gold-winged Xiaopeng King, and called softly.

"It's okay, he's not in danger of his life, his spirit and immortality are intact, as long as he recuperates well, he may be able to return to normal in a month or two." Yan Ruyu, dressed in white, floated by, looking at the emotionally agitated The monsters calmed them down.

"The Golden Winged Peng King was actually defeated..."

"The human race is really an awe-inspiring race. There have been arrogance in the past dynasties, and they emerge in endlessly."

"Although Gold Wing Xiaopeng King lost, it may not be a good thing."

"Yes, King Xiaopeng's life has been smooth, and his path to cultivation has been really smooth. At this time, his path to becoming a great emperor has encountered obstacles. If he learns from it and gains wisdom, he will surely make more improvements."

Many monsters knew that the Golden-winged Little Peng King was not dead. They knew that it was not a big deal and that they would be back to their original state as long as they rested for a while. They were relieved.

"Kill me! I have already lost. My path to becoming emperor is over. What's the point of living?"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was shouting. At this time, he seemed to have lost all hope. He felt that he was being defeated by Zhang Wenchang and was going retrograde to conquer the immortals. There was no hope for him to become a great emperor.

Compared with the physical damage, the mental blow to him was huge. After all, Beidou practitioners have too much glass. As long as they lose, they think that they are not good enough. They never thought that Luan Gu Emperor was defeated again and again. , in the end, relying on the indomitable spirit, he reached the top and became the emperor.

Zhang Wenchang looked at the despairing Golden Winged Peng King and didn't know how to persuade this bird feather.

In fact, Zhang Wenchang was merciful. If he really wanted to kill the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, he only needed to make up one more trick when he was proving the Tao, and he would die completely.

There were so many monsters shouting stop just now, which clearly showed their favoritism towards him. After all, they were also monsters.

Zhang Wenchang naturally couldn't show off his face in this gathering place of demon clan, and he still behaved in a moderate manner.

Zhang Wenchang had several life-saving trump cards, especially the tortoise-snake lotus lantern, but he would never use it unless it was absolutely necessary and when his life was in danger.

After all, only in life-and-death battles can you hone yourself. If you just rely on hard work, you won't get there. Only in constant battles and collisions can you realize more things.

"If you want to die, isn't it easy? You can kill the soul and the immortals yourself. Do you still need me to do it?" Zhang Wenchang smiled lightly, and once again gave the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King a mental crit .

Several monster clans took out the holy medicine for healing, gathered together the pieces of Gold-winged Xiaopeng King's body, and collected and purified his blood to help him recover quickly.

After all, it itself has the secret technique of racial restoration, and these pieces of meat and blood themselves have not lost their activity and can be recovered and used again.

Of course, although he also has that kind of secret healing technique, it is obvious that he has not yet practiced it to the point of being reborn with a drop of blood.

At this time, the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was no longer shouting. He seemed to have lost his soul and became very numb. He just lay there with his eyes wide open and allowed other monsters to help him recover.

Zhang Wenchang and Ye Fan's bandits walked to another corner, while the Tsing Yi Xiaojiao King and Yan Ruyu couldn't ignore the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King.

At this time, they stepped forward to transmit the message secretly, and seemed to have a lot of words to say to the Golden Winged Peng King.

Finally, his eyes gradually regained their luster. Not long after, there was a demonic aura rising into the sky, golden light shining, and the body of the Golden-winged Little Peng King was put together again, replaced by a golden Tianpeng true body that was tens of meters long. Soaring into the sky.

"Brother Peng, please don't do strenuous exercise. Your energy source is severely deficient. It's best to rest peacefully for a period of time. You'll recover soon." The Little Dragon King in Tsing Yi kindly advised.

At this time, his aura became very weak. The Four Extremes Secret Realm had been knocked down by Zhang Wenchang. Now it was only the third level of the Dao Palace. If he wanted to restore it, the fastest way was naturally to use the Tianpeng Zhen that was passed down by his family. Blood bath.

He was seriously injured. After flying in the sky for a while, his figure flickered and fell down with a bang, and then he turned into a human form in a flash.

"King Xiaopeng, how is your health now? Should you rest here or go back to your hometown? Your most important issue now is to repair your body." A demon clan kindly advised.

At this time, the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King was still staring coldly at Zhang Wenchang with sharp eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he waved his hand, and the great barren halberd that fell on the mountain bag and made a big hole turned into a black light and flew towards him.

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King grabbed it with his hand and held it in his hand.

However, at the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, his face turned pale and sweating, and with a bang, the Great Desolate Halberd fell to his feet.

He was so badly injured that he couldn't even hold the wild halberd. Part of his toe bone was smashed, and he roared in pain.

Soon the monsters who were traveling with him helped him put away the wild halberd.

"Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, how do you feel? Why don't you go to my secret room and meditate?" A young demon clan invited him.

Gold-winged Xiaopeng King didn't answer anyone, he stared at Zhang Wenchang carefully with sharp eyes with a gloomy face.

"You trash, compared to me, you really can't do it." Zhang Wenchang met the gaze of King Gold Wing Xiaopeng, raised his eyebrows, and then looked at him mockingly.

After taking a deep look at Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang, he turned into a golden light and rushed into the distance, and soon his back was no longer visible.

Not long after, a monster came to report that King Gold-winged Xiaopeng was gone, leaving this small world.

"The green mountains remain unchanged, the green water flows forever, Golden Winged Peng King, I hope we can meet again next time. I hope that by then your mastery of various secret techniques will have reached the level of a top genius." Zhang Wenchang said to Golden Wings. Xiaopeng Wang's back shouted.

Zhang Wenchang thought about it, this time the Golden Winged Peng King would probably be so heartbroken that he would cry. He came to the Northern Territory with full confidence, wanting to propose to Yan Ruyu, attending the Yaochi Grand Meeting, and killing the Holy Son of Yaoguang, but everything failed to happen.

Especially in the small world of King Qingjiao, he suffered such a shame and humiliation. If he could make a choice, he would rather stay a few days late to avoid Zhang Wenchang and his party.

The Golden Winged Xiaopeng King is too proud and conceited. There is an old saying that is easy to break, how can a narrow-minded person be a great emperor?It's really a bit unworthy to be a great emperor.

Many old monsters hope that the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King can find lessons from this failure and truly recognize himself.

Only in this way can he continue to improve and sublimate.

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