80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Pingtian Great Sage Qingtian Bull, Huntian Great Sage Dapeng Demon King, Yishan Great Sage Dragon Turtle King, Ventilating Great Sage Ape King, White-clothed Great Sage Bai Zilong, Sleeping Dream Great Sage Cloud Mountain and Sea.

These six big monsters surrounded the Dragon Tomb of the Flood Demon King, and looked at the former brother now becoming like this, unable to move under the suppression of the thirty-six long swords, and a burst of anger.

"This set of sword formations suppressed you for decades, can't you escape?" Huntian Great Sage Dapeng Demon King asked.

This is a tall man with a hooked nose, a fierce face, thin face, a pair of sharp eyes, and the charm of a big Peng bird.

The Great Sage Huntian also wanted to come to the Emperor Capital and the Flood Demon King to persecute the emperor on earth.

But as the Flood Demon King was suppressed, he was silent, looking for a place where spiritual energy surged, quietly practiced, and improved himself. Until now, everyone got together.

"Although I was suppressed, the opponent did not restrict me from absorbing spiritual energy, nor did it restrict me from improving myself and recovering my strength." The Demon King said.

"The problem is, no matter how I break through or recover, I can't shake these thirty-six Demon Dao long swords. The power of this formation is constantly getting stronger." Demon King Jiao said bitterly.

"You mean, the person who suppressed you back then is gradually becoming stronger and still suppressing you?" asked the Great Sacred Dragon Turtle King Yishan.

It didn't change its human form, but kept its own body. A dragon tortoise, like a big millstone, like the Sky Bull, doesn't like to transform into a human form.

"Yes, now I have recovered to the immeasurable state, and I have climbed ten steps. Over the past few decades, I dare not stop for a moment. I work hard to absorb the spiritual energy, and I am practicing every moment, but it is still comparable. Fuck him." The Flood Demon King had a lot of bitter tears. Just saying that, he wanted to cry.

Over the past few decades, he has been suppressed by the sword formation and unable to move.

In his heart, he hated Lin Jiufeng to death.

But on the other hand, he clearly felt that as he improved, Lin Jiufeng's strength was also improving, making him insurmountable and unable to escape.

He was afraid of Lin Jiufeng.

Speaking of this, I am afraid that the masters of the last era will laugh to death.

The most arrogant Flood Demon King among the Seven Great Sages, who is not afraid of the heavens and fearless, is actually afraid of the people of the new era?

It's magical to say it.

But the Demon King was scared.

The ventilated great sacred monkey king was dressed in purple, and suddenly he grabbed a magic sword directly, with all his strength, his muscles bulged, and his teeth were gritted.

"Get me up!" The Ventilated Great Sage Monkey King didn't talk about vain, and directly helped the Flood Demon King draw his sword in order to save the Flood Demon King.

But he did not pull it out after exerting his strength.

The thirty-six magic swords inserted into the Demon King's body couldn't be pulled out at all.

"This requires everyone to pull it out together. It is very difficult to pull it out individually. You have to fight this formation alone. I have tried countless times, but it doesn't work at all." Demon King said immediately.

If he could be pulled out by himself, then the Great Sage Qingtian Barbarian Niu would have rescued him long ago.

"Let’s go together, save the Flood Demon King. Even if he did wrong in the past, he has been punished for decades. Now it’s time to let him go." The great white-robed Sage Bai Zilong said in a deep voice. He was as rich as jade. Dressed in white, he is a human offspring.

But in his body, there is still the blood of the monster race, but it is deeply hidden.

Sleeping in the Great Sage Clouds, Mountains and Seas, Pingtian Great Sage Qingtian Bull, Huntian Great Sage Dapeng Demon King, Yishan Great Sage Dragon Turtle King, Ventilating Great Sage Ape King all grabbed a few long swords, and then used force together.

Rumble!

The Wei water boiled, rolled up, flooded the Dragon Tomb, and the Demon King was also exerting force.

"Break for me!!!"

The seven great sages roared together, worked together, and used the energy of milking, and the whole body was shaking.

The Thirty-Six Demon Swords were trembling, loosening a little, and cracks appeared in the dragon tomb.

The Demon King hiding inside saw the dawn.

The day of his unblocking is just around the corner.

And thousands of miles away, Lin Jiufeng stood with his hands in the Imperial Capital Cold Palace, looking towards the direction of Weishui.

Rumble!

The aura tides between the heavens and the earth are rolling and roaring, which is usually invisible to the naked eye, but if the cultivation base is higher, it will be seen.

The Seven Great Sages of Demons, seven terrifying existences, are struggling to break free from the prison that Lin Jiufeng laid down decades ago.

Lin Jiufeng looked at the void, and above the Weishui, there was a green cow mooing, a big Peng spreading its wings, a dragon tortoise suppressed, and a monkey roaring...

The Seven Great Sages of Demons are all exerting their strength, revealing their abilities, and wanting to help the Flood Demon King get out of trouble.

The little white cat was on his shoulder and said: "They are going to break free of your Thirty-Six Demon Way, what are you not doing?"

Lin Jiufeng looked at them like this, shook his head and said, "If there is only this, they will not be able to break free of Thirty-Six Swords of Devildom."

The 36 swords of the magic path are not just as simple as a long sword.

The combined formation can summon a magic dragon.

When the dragon appeared, they could not resist it.

Lin Jiufeng looked calmly.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Sure enough, as Lin Jiufeng's voice landed, the Devil Dragon appeared.

Thirty-six Demon Dao long swords vibrated all together and gathered into a magic dragon, fierce and evil, with cold eyes, roaring loudly, and then swept over with a tail.

Boom boom boom!

The six of the Seven Great Sages were swept away directly. In front of the Demon Dragon, the Seven Great Demon Sages who had not fully recovered their strength were not worth mentioning.

puff!

The six monsters vomited blood together, looked at them in shock, completely unable to believe it.

It's just a formation, they shot together, to no avail.

Instead, they were swept by this formation.

Many masters watched this scene and couldn't help but take a breath.

This Yuhua Shenchao doesn't seem to be that simple.

"What terrible formation is this?" Huntian Great Sage Dapeng Demon King asked in shock.

He wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, stood up, looked at it in horror, not daring to move forward easily.

This is terrible!

The suppressed Demon King underneath was also miserable at this moment, as if returning to that day, Lin Jiufeng Sword suppressed the Flood Dragon, and it had no power to fight back.

"The power of this sword formation increases with the strength of the sword formation owner." The Great Sacred Dragon Turtle King Yishan said in shock. He just remembered at this moment, how powerful is the master of this sword formation?

"There is no hope for the Demon King to come out." Pingtian Great Sage Qingtian Manniu said bitterly.

The other saints were silent.

They had done their best just now, and they all shook the thirty-six magic long swords. Almost pulled out.

But at the moment the dragon appeared, everything was over.

They couldn't shake the condensed thirty-six magic swords, plus Lin Jiufeng's current strength, combined with the born devil dragon.

"Could it be that I really can't get out?" The current psychological shadow of the Demon King is infinitely huge, and one or two drops of Jiaolong's tears fall.

Monsters don’t shed tears easily ~www.ltnovel.com~ just before they are sad.

Lin Jiufeng, who was far away in the Imperial Capital Cold Palace, saw this scene and shook his head helplessly: "This strength is too weak."

"Then continue to suppress it." The little white cat said nothing.

"No, continuing the suppression will waste my 36 swords of Demon Dao." Lin Jiufeng shook his head and made a move with one hand. This time he took the initiative to release the Flood Demon King.

Weishui, Dragon Tomb.

The thirty-six magic swords were trembling, turbulent, and in the incredible expressions of the Seven Great Sages, they actively unlocked the formation.

Click! Click!

Thirty-six Demon Dao long swords flew directly into the sky, and disappeared in a flash, towards the direction of the imperial capital.

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