The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

Chapter 11: Seven Stars Shining in the Sky, Kun Peng Takes Action

Ji Meng killed the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit, and the ancestor Kunpeng pressed in the rear.

At this moment, I saw the silver light swaying in the battlefield, the mountains were whistling and the tsunami was violent, Ji Meng was struggling to fight for his life, and the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit used the hammer to seize the soul.

The two great gods come and go with each other, playing so dimly, the sun and the moon are dull.

The eight million li Zhangyuan was turbulent, and the mountains and rocks shook nine thousand zhang.

This Ji Meng is also a man of high power, but the Ji Meng Holy Spirit can’t take him down at all. Otherwise, she won’t let Ji Meng occupy Zhangyuan for hundreds of thousands of years.

However, just when the two gods were evenly matched, the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit suddenly yelled behind him, and saw the silver light instantly ascend to the sky, heading straight towards the Beidou position on the sky screen.

Suddenly, a large formation suddenly landed, surrounding the Jimeng Tuantuan, trapped in the seven-star shining heavenly formation.

“Haha, I’m not wise, I still want to fight with my Jiuyuan Holy Spirit. From now on, this Zhangyuan Water Mansion will belong to my Jiuyuan Holy Spirit!”

The Jiuyuan Holy Spirit saw Ji Meng fall into the seven-star dazzling array, and he burst into laughter immediately.

At this time, I saw the seven sons of the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit presiding over the big formation, and countless aquariums arranged together. They formed seven legions according to the direction of the Big Dipper, and extradited the light of the Big Dipper.

Ji Meng is now caught in a sea of ​​endless stars. He seems to be in the galaxy. He has nowhere to do it, let alone fight with each other.

“Holy Spirit of Jiuyuan, you are so shameless, you dare to fight a fair fight with me!”

Ji Meng roared again and again, he was terrified in his heart, and now he fell into the hands of his opponent, afraid that he would be doomed to escape.

This seven-star dazzling array is boundless and mysterious, but Ji Meng has no way of forming an array.

Poor plan has been cultivating for hundreds of thousands of years, but now he is going to die, and he is really unwilling in his heart.

“Ji Meng, you have to be fast, and I will kill you later, and I will boil your bones into soup!”

The Jiuyuan Holy Spirit laughed with excitement, and the troubles in his heart were eliminated. Naturally, he was extremely happy.

“Do not panic, fellow daoist Jimeng, Kunpeng is here to help you!”

When the ancestor Kunpeng saw Ji Meng’s death, seeing that the fire was almost over, his figure flickered and came to the front of the big formation.

“Who are you? Don’t go back quickly, don’t miss your life!”

When Bai Shi, the son of the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit, saw Kun Peng coming, he hurriedly scolded him.

“You disturbed the ancestor’s Yaxing, today I will take my life to apologize!”

The ancestor Kunpeng looked cold and arrogant, and didn’t take these creatures into his heart at all.

Jiuyuan Holy Spirit was originally in great interest, but when he saw that the ancestor Kunpeng was so indifferent, he hit the muzzle of the gun at this moment, and he suddenly roared:

“White Lion, go swallow this thing that doesn’t have eyes!”.

“Roar!”

The Jiuyuan Holy Spirit gave an order, and the white lion roared immediately. He turned into a white lion full of snow, swallowing angrily towards the ancestor Kunpeng.

Suddenly, the fishy wind blows, the lion roars to the sky, the wind and clouds in all directions are rolled back, and a sense of killing is blown at the face.

“I really can’t help myself, dare to offend my ancestors, this is your own death!”

The monks under the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit had a lot of discussions. In their opinion, the Kunpeng ancestor was already a dead person, and there was no possibility of living.

However, at this moment, the murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the ancestor Kunpeng, and he punched it casually.

“Boom!”

There was a loud noise, and the snow-white lion that was ten thousand meters in size was directly blown to the head by the ancestor Kunpeng.

The blood of the lion was splashed all over the sky, and some lion skulls and flesh and blood remnants were also falling down like rain.

The scene quieted down instantly, only the sound of the falling blood echoed.

That mighty lion fell instantly!

“My son!”

Jiuyuan Holy Spirit suddenly widened his eyes, and the surrounding monks were also frightened.

The ancestor Kunpeng raised his hand to kill the white lion with a punch. This powerful force obviously surpassed the expectations of the nine-yuan holy spirit, and shocked all the monks on the spot.

The ancestor Kunpeng looked at Ji Meng’s shocked eyes, and he was very satisfied with Ji Meng’s reaction.

Isn’t it just for trying to subdue that trick?

“I’m fighting with you!”

Jiuyuan Holy Spirit roared, his eyes were red, and he couldn’t care about any tricks. Jiuyuan Holy Spirit wanted to kill the ancestor of Kunpeng first.

“Boom”

The body of the white jade male lion fell on the cliff, and the lion’s blood stained the entire mountain. Under the setting sun, it appeared bloody and desolate.

“Roar!”

The nine yuan holy spirit violently rioted, and his nine lion real body instantly manifested, and the lion body of a million feet came out in the air.

It was the Jiaolong making the sea and turning the raging waves, and the lion shook his head and went down the hill.

The nine heads of the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit moved together, roaring together, and suddenly there was an endless sound of sonic boom.

However, before the nine-element holy spirit erupted completely, the ancestor Kunpeng had already ascended to the sky in one step, and then instantly displayed his magical powers.

“Jinpeng cracks the sky!”

Ancestor Kunpeng’s eyes burst with cold light, and a crack in the void instantly appeared over the head of Jiuyuan Holy Spirit.

A pair of sharp Jinpeng’s claws protruded from the endless chaos, flashing to the head of Jiuyuan Holy Spirit.

“Roar!”

The Jiuyuan Holy Spirit roared, he shook the nine heads, and even used the sharp teeth of the lion to fight against the claws of Tianpeng.

“Stab!”

There was a painful sound of the flesh being torn apart, the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit screamed again and again, and he hurried back, one of his nine heads was torn off by Kunpeng ancestor.

The invincible lion’s mouth is hard to beat the Kunpeng claws!

The surrounding monks were immediately shocked. The body of the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit was so powerful, but it couldn’t stop the blow of the ancestor Kunpeng, and was knocked out of his head by the ancestor Kunpeng.

Ji Meng’s heart was full of enthusiasm. He never thought that the ancestor Kunpeng could be so powerful, without any spiritual treasure, just activating his supernatural powers can severely wound his old enemy!

At this time, the ancestor Kunpeng kept on displaying his supernatural powers repeatedly, and instantly exploded several heads of the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit again.

The Jiuyuan Holy Spirit roared again and again, seeing his bloody neck, he finally knew how powerful the ancestor Kunpeng was, but at this time it was too late to escape.

The ancestor Kunpeng was invincible, and his battle was to stand up for power, and after repeated shots, he quickly beheaded the nine yuan holy spirit.

At this time, Ji Meng also escaped, and he commanded the creatures in Zhang Yuan, and directly obliterated the sons of Jiuyuan Holy Spirit and countless water races.

“Roar!”

The Jiuyuan Holy Spirit roared unwillingly, his body was completely destroyed by Kunpeng’s ancestor, and even the soul was pinched and exploded by Kunpeng at this time.

Chopping the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates, Kunpeng ancestors will not leave behind troubles.

Just when the ancestor Kunpeng killed the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit, a ray of death quietly formed, and then was absorbed by the gourd vine that the ancestor Kunpeng carried with him.

This small change immediately attracted the attention of the ancestor Kunpeng.

“What is the gourd vine doing to absorb these dead energy? Is it?”

Kunpeng ancestor’s inspiration flashed, and he seemed to have thought of something.

At this time, Ji Meng had already killed the remnants of the Jiuyuan Holy Spirit line, and he hurriedly stepped forward to worship Xie Kunpeng.

“Daoist Kunpeng, thank you for your life-saving grace. If you weren’t here today, I’m afraid I will be the one who lost my life!”