Chapter: 837
Kachacha...
Cracks were cracked on the surface of the scorching red spiritual power egg, and the moment it shattered suddenly, a clear and loud cry resounded through the world.
Orange flames spread and swept in all directions, and a huge firebird appeared out of thin air.
The fire bird was more than ten feet long, with long feathers trailing behind it, with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It had a graceful posture and a vivid expression. The feather patterns covering its body were clearly visible, just like a living thing.
Its wings vibrated, and wherever it passed, the space was distorted by burning, and many spells hit it, like a stone sinking into the sea, and many imperial weapons lost their spirituality in an instant, and the prohibition was completely destroyed. The dozen or so spiritual nets that fell to the ground melted and covered it, and it was even more difficult to stop its graceful figure from moving forward.
On this day, a divine bird appeared in the world, shaking the world!
All the monks who saw this scene stared at the huge firebird with dull and trembling eyes.
"Four Elephants Holy Beast, Suzaku!"
Yu Lianzhou murmured, even if he is an excellent swordsman, the heart of the sword is shaking at this moment, and his scalp is numb.
The four elephant holy beasts, he has only seen records in the sect classics, and has never seen them with his own eyes.
And here today, he saw it.
After a while, I was afraid that if I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and hadn't continued to follow Lu Ye, the moment the Suzaku appeared, my side might have suffered heavy losses.
Not only him, but the cultivators of the Haotian League are counted one by one, and all of them are in palpitations.
They all guessed that Lu Ye was going to use a powerful method, but only now did they realize that this method was a bit too powerful.
Moreover, what kind of method is this? It even managed to get out the Four Elephants Holy Beast.
Of course, everyone knew that this was not the real four-image holy beast. The real four-image holy beast might just shake its wings, and the entire Lingxi battlefield would collapse.
This is only condensed by Lu Ye with his own spiritual power. The key question is, can monks in the Lingxi Realm activate such a method?
In this direction, more than seven million monks from the core circle of the Demon Ridge have gathered, and there are many magic circles in the sky and underground, and they are tightly blocked. Such a line of defense cannot be said to be weak.
However, when Suzaku's figure passed by, the solid line of defense was easily torn open like a piece of paper.
The monks of Wanmo Ridge, who pulled the spiritual net towards Suzaku, were the first to bear the brunt. Before they could get close, their clothes and hair were on fire, and their protective spiritual power had no effect at all.
At this time, they finally realized that the disaster was approaching, and they wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.
Suzaku's wings trembled slightly, its slender and elegant figure straddled the barrier of space, and orange flames enveloped them.
There was a scream, and figures rained down like raindrops, and died before they even landed.
More monks from Wanmo Ridge were swept in by the orange-red flames. Even the mighty Lingxibang monks were as vulnerable as ants in front of such methods.
The dense formation was originally intended to better deal with the Haotian League's charge, but at this moment it became the biggest failure.
Suzaku's figure passed by where the crowd was most concentrated, scorching power plowed out a death zone in the air and underground, and crashed headlong into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.
The power remained undiminished, the perennial poisonous barriers in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest were cleared out a hollow area, where the Suzaku passed, the poisonous barriers disappeared invisible.
Looking down from a high altitude, outside the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, there is now a gap of tens of feet wide in the tight front line of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. There is no one in the gap. Both pairs of eyes tremblingly looked at the orange-red figure that crashed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.
They were able to live not because they were strong enough, but because they were lucky enough not to be affected by that huge figure.
As for the affected monks from Wanmo Ridge, one by one at this moment, they were all burnt and lifeless. JrNovels.com
Cracks were cracked on the surface of the scorching red spiritual power egg, and the moment it shattered suddenly, a clear and loud cry resounded through the world.
Orange flames spread and swept in all directions, and a huge firebird appeared out of thin air.
The fire bird was more than ten feet long, with long feathers trailing behind it, with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It had a graceful posture and a vivid expression. The feather patterns covering its body were clearly visible, just like a living thing.
Its wings vibrated, and wherever it passed, the space was distorted by burning, and many spells hit it, like a stone sinking into the sea, and many imperial weapons lost their spirituality in an instant, and the prohibition was completely destroyed. The dozen or so spiritual nets that fell to the ground melted and covered it, and it was even more difficult to stop its graceful figure from moving forward.
On this day, a divine bird appeared in the world, shaking the world!
All the monks who saw this scene stared at the huge firebird with dull and trembling eyes.
"Four Elephants Holy Beast, Suzaku!"
Yu Lianzhou murmured, even if he is an excellent swordsman, the heart of the sword is shaking at this moment, and his scalp is numb.
The four elephant holy beasts, he has only seen records in the sect classics, and has never seen them with his own eyes.
And here today, he saw it.
After a while, I was afraid that if I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and hadn't continued to follow Lu Ye, the moment the Suzaku appeared, my side might have suffered heavy losses.
Not only him, but the cultivators of the Haotian League are counted one by one, and all of them are in palpitations.
They all guessed that Lu Ye was going to use a powerful method, but only now did they realize that this method was a bit too powerful.
Moreover, what kind of method is this? It even managed to get out the Four Elephants Holy Beast.
Of course, everyone knew that this was not the real four-image holy beast. The real four-image holy beast might just shake its wings, and the entire Lingxi battlefield would collapse.
This is only condensed by Lu Ye with his own spiritual power. The key question is, can monks in the Lingxi Realm activate such a method?
In this direction, more than seven million monks from the core circle of the Demon Ridge have gathered, and there are many magic circles in the sky and underground, and they are tightly blocked. Such a line of defense cannot be said to be weak.
However, when Suzaku's figure passed by, the solid line of defense was easily torn open like a piece of paper.
The monks of Wanmo Ridge, who pulled the spiritual net towards Suzaku, were the first to bear the brunt. Before they could get close, their clothes and hair were on fire, and their protective spiritual power had no effect at all.
At this time, they finally realized that the disaster was approaching, and they wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.
Suzaku's wings trembled slightly, its slender and elegant figure straddled the barrier of space, and orange flames enveloped them.
There was a scream, and figures rained down like raindrops, and died before they even landed.
More monks from Wanmo Ridge were swept in by the orange-red flames. Even the mighty Lingxibang monks were as vulnerable as ants in front of such methods.
The dense formation was originally intended to better deal with the Haotian League's charge, but at this moment it became the biggest failure.
Suzaku's figure passed by where the crowd was most concentrated, scorching power plowed out a death zone in the air and underground, and crashed headlong into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.
The power remained undiminished, the perennial poisonous barriers in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest were cleared out a hollow area, where the Suzaku passed, the poisonous barriers disappeared invisible.
Looking down from a high altitude, outside the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, there is now a gap of tens of feet wide in the tight front line of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. There is no one in the gap. Both pairs of eyes tremblingly looked at the orange-red figure that crashed into the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.
They were able to live not because they were strong enough, but because they were lucky enough not to be affected by that huge figure.
As for the affected monks from Wanmo Ridge, one by one at this moment, they were all burnt and lifeless. JrNovels.com
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