The strongest violent god emperor system

Chapter 261 [The young master of the Purple Demon Sect——No.20 eighth update]

In front of the "Bodhi Mountain" shrouded in mist and morning glow, the weather is bright -- the wind is raging and the noise is endless.

Hundreds of martial arts monks from the Zisha Sect rushed out after getting permission from the young master of the Zisha Sect.

They bared their teeth and looked ferocious, surrounded the majestic "Golden Winged Roc" that covered the sky and the sun with radiance.

One of the men with the cultivation level of "Earth Grade Venerable One Hundred Levels" sneered: "Boy! You'd better stand up, otherwise, you will die a very miserable death~"

"Hehe." Sneering at him, Ling Tian asked calmly; "Have you figured it out? The consequences of beating and killing me... are not something you can afford."

Don't be chaotic in times of danger, and don't be surprised when things happen.

The actions and words of the young man in white made the eyes of many martial arts monks shine in front of Bodhi Mountain.

There are not a few people who speak bad words.

"That kid is only "Xuanpin Venerable Fifty Rank", and he dares to be an enemy of the Zisha Sect? He really doesn't know how to live or die."

"The disaster is imminent, and he still pretends to be so calm... When he is dripping with blood and his flesh is mutilated, I don't think this kid can keep pretending."

……

"Bastard! You really want to die!"

Let's look at the hundreds of martial arts monks of the Zisha sect, all of whom are furious and murderous.

The first one to pounce on Ling Tian was still the man with the cultivation level of "Earth Rank Venerable Level [-]".

From the beginning to the end, Ling Tian did not show the slightest fear, he smiled brightly, and softly ordered: "Kill."

Hey!Hey!Hey!
Responding to the boy was the indescribable sound of the Garuda Roc, which swept across the wilderness with its long and loud roar.

Click!

Click.

The sonorous and powerful sound of the golden-winged roc piercing through gold and cracking stones stirred up the wind and clouds, making it unstoppable, making the vast land tremble.

The man from the Zisha Sect who rushed towards Ling Tian was bleeding from all his orifices, vomiting blood and howling in pain.

"Huh? The strength of this beast is quite terrifying." The young master of the Zisha Sect squinted his eyes and roared: "Swarm up and suppress this evil beast! Then I will deal with that ignorant brat."

"As ordered!"

It was said that hundreds of martial arts monks from the Zisha sect released dense, overwhelming, colorful magical powers and secret techniques.

In the vast and unpredictable offensive storm, even if an ordinary "Tianpin Venerable" is implicated, his body will be smashed to pieces, and his soul will be annihilated.

But in the eyes of Garuda Dapeng, there is only infinite contempt.

How could this group of ordinary people, gnats, ants, and ants, shake the edge of its "Super Warcraft Golden-winged Roc"?

"哧~~" In the continuous long cry, the golden-winged roc stretched out its sharp claws, and when it was torn off, the void was distorted and rippling.

Crash.

Then, the offensive launched by hundreds of Zishazong martial arts monks "worked together" was torn apart, fragmented, and disintegrated.

The chaotic waves that blew up during the period engulfed thousands of miles and swept away the world.

"Whoosh!"

A wave of waves has risen again.

The sacred golden-winged roc bird vibrated its wings and disappeared in place.

When the next moment appeared, it was like a golden knife light with endless sharpness, cutting through the flesh and blood of hundreds of "Zishazong" martial arts monks, three souls and seven souls.

"Oh no."

"...Monster, help me, young master! The strength of this beast is too terrifying, we cannot compete with it."

In the lingering bloody storm, the martial arts monks of the Zisha Sect, whose liver and gallbladder were torn apart, shouted for help to the young master of the Zisha Sect.

Roar!Roar!Roar!
The young master of the Zisha sect, who was full of veins and his eyes were about to burst, was about to make a move when a new shock "appeared".

Dressed in white, chic and domineering, standing on the top of the golden-winged roc's head, Ling Tian unexpectedly raised a phantom of a great demon god who pierces the sky, is the only one, has three heads and six arms, and stretches across thousands of years.

Breathing out the extremely prehistoric and evil spirit, the phantom of the Great Demon God released the earth-shattering and unstoppable "Great Demon God's Roar" skill.

Hundreds of martial arts monks from the "Zisha Sect" lost their souls for a short time in this terrifying "Roar of the Great Demon God", and their eyes turned black.

Unstoppable, the unparalleled "Golden Winged Roc" saw the opportunity, closed its wings, and opened them again, setting off an indescribable golden storm that was as bright as the sun.

The turbulent, earth-shattering golden storm directly submerged the bodies of hundreds of "Zishazong" martial arts monks, leaving no bones or debris left.

…………

From the beginning to the end, within an hour, hundreds of "Zishazong" martial arts monks were completely wiped out, and there was not a single one left.

This kind of exhausting killing song deeply shocked the martial arts monks present.

Discussions, horror, chatter, gushing.

As for the words of the young master of the Zisha sect, his eyes widened and he trembled angrily, "Ah! You bastard! You... how dare you slaughter my martial arts monk of the Zisha sect! Do you know the consequences of this!"

"Hehe, I, Ling Tian, ​​have never regretted what I have done in my life. What is it to kill hundreds of wild dogs? I will kill you next time!"

Clothes rattling, black hair flying and dancing, Ling Tian looked stern, and his tone was fearless, showing the ultimate brilliance, looking down on all generations, impacting the soul level of every martial arts monk on the scene.

"You...I'm going to kill you!" The young master of the Zisha Sect, who lost his mind, flung at the "Tianpin Venerable One Hundred Levels" cultivation base, with a menacing aura and awe-inspiring power, he pounced on the young man in white through the air.

Boo!
The golden-winged roc, amidst its long cry, greeted the young master of the Zisha sect.

Ling Tian himself, talking and laughing happily, remained motionless.

Today's "Golden Wing Dapeng Bird" is also "Tianpin Venerable One Hundred Levels", plus the blood of super divine beasts, single-handedly killing a young master of "Zishazong" is still a certainty, more than enough, round Do not mix yourself.

……

Bang rumble!Bang rumble!
The earth was turned upside down, the wind and sand were frenzied.

After a moment of fierce fighting, the young master of the Zisha Sect was already covered with scars and bruises.

And the radiant golden-winged roc was intact and full of vigor.

Comparing the two, the high and the low will be judged.

"Why! Why is this happening... Is this young master not as good as a beast?" The young master of the Zisha sect was hysterical and furious.

Which of the martial arts monks in front of Bodhi Mountain didn't stare dumbfounded and shook his head in amazement?
The demeanor of the golden-winged roc is hard to describe.

"Huh...huh." The young master of the Zisha Sect, who was panting and furious, had no choice but to take out a purple fan with radiant colors and distinct meridians.

Holding the fan in his hand, he sneered and said: "Smash it! You can see it clearly, this is the extraordinary soldier ranked 920 and [-]rd in the "Soldiers of the Gods of the Heavens": "Zisha Luoyue Fan"."

(End of this chapter)