Zhong Yue was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly grabbed the Peng Yu Golden Sword, the divine power contained in Peng Yu could no longer hurt his body, and the divine power was restrained and hidden in the sword.

Zhong Yue swung it, and the Peng Yu Golden Sword was as fast as lightning, cutting through the air, splitting the sea below, and the sea parted, and the two sides were like steep cliffs, and then closed with a thud.

"It's too big, it's smaller. It's too light, it's heavier!"

Peng Yu's golden sword moved with his heart, shrinking from a length of twenty zhang to only about one zhang and two, and its weight changed from light to heavy.

This weight is not light or heavy in his hands, and the length is just right, which can perform various sword changes in close combat, if it is a little longer, it will not work, and if it is a little shorter, it will not be well defended.

Zhong Yue held the golden sword, waved it and lost it, feeling the impact of the power, and was ecstatic in his heart: "This sword is simply a divine weapon...... No, it's a divine weapon, not only a divine weapon, but also a holy weapon among divine soldiers!"

The size of this Peng Yu is from the heart, and the change is as good as expected, which is much better than his fang, and the fangblade has not yet been refined to the point of being tangible and substantial, and he can't size it from the heart.

And this Peng Yu is the size of the heart, the strength of the heart, the weight of the heart, is a treasure he has never seen before!

"Big, big, big!"

Zhong Yue suddenly threw up the Peng Yu Golden Sword, only to see that the Golden Sword was getting bigger and bigger, getting taller and higher, and gradually erected three thousand zhang high on the sea, and it could no longer continue to grow.

From a distance, this feather-shaped golden sword was terrifying, and Zhong Yue stood below, just like an ant. He picked up this Peng feather and swung it vigorously, only to feel extremely tired, and hurriedly turned the golden sword back into Zhanger.

"Heavy, heavy, heavy!"

Zhong Yue drank again, and the Peng Yu Golden Sword became heavier and heavier, and gradually he couldn't hold it. The Pengyu Golden Sword became heavier and heavier, and it seemed to be heavier than the mountains and the sea.

"How much is Peng Yu's limit?"

Zhong Yue had just thought of this, and the golden sword in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and his shoulders were dislocated with a click. The whole person was planted from the air, smashed into the sea below, and buried at the bottom of the sea, and a large pit was smashed out of the bottom of the sea.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

Zhong Yue let Peng Yu regain his weight as usual, rushed out of the sea, and said in a continuous voice: "Xiaoxiaoxiao!"

The Peng Yu Golden Sword shrank to the size of an ordinary feather, and it no longer changed, and Zhong Yue was overjoyed in his heart. Throwing the feather casually, five light wheels appeared behind him, and this Peng feather flew into the first round and disappeared.

"It's worthy of being part of the holy weapon! If you can pull out all the Peng Feathers on the Divine Wing Sword, it would be good, and it can be arranged into a Ten Thousand Feather Sword Array. ”

It's a pity that the divine power of the Divine Wing Sword is too strong, and he has not practiced it. He didn't erase the imprint of the Kunpeng clan's powerhouse, so he just said that.

The reason why he was able to take this Peng Feather from the Divine Wing Blade. The main reason is that the Panlong Sword destroyed the divine power in the feathers, interrupted the Kunpeng totem, and the brand of the Kunpeng clan was wiped clean, so Zhong Yue was able to imprint his soul on the Pengyu Golden Sword.

It would be extremely difficult to let Zhong Yue erase the brand of the Kunpeng clan by himself, I am afraid that only the gods and demons will be able to erase the brand. Moreover, even if it is a god or demon, it may not be able to do this step, after all, the Divine Wing Sword is the holy weapon of the Kunpeng clan, and it can be erased if it is so light. I'm afraid the dragon clan has long since been wiped out by its tentacles.

"This half of the Divine Wing Knife is indeed a hot thing, you can't lose it, you can't take it, how to deal with it is a difficult problem. But there should be a way to erase the brand of the Kunpeng clan, right? Flame helped me this time, and I spent my energy, and I don't know when I will wake up......"

Zhong Yue looked at the copper lamp worriedly, the small flame on the wick was dim, and it was estimated that the flame would not wake up in a month or two.

"The Peng Yu Golden Sword is still used in the face of Zhong Yue, and the Fang Blade is used in the face of Long Yue, so that both of my identities have heavy weapons!"

He stepped on the sea and walked towards the Eastern Wilderness, the fang blade was also extremely important to Zhong Yue, although the power of the fang blade was far less than this Peng Yu golden sword, but after all, it was also refined by the divine bone, and if the fang blade was refined to the tangible and substantial, only the totem pattern was left, Cheng Dù, he could definitely be called a first-class soul soldier!

Soul soldiers are shaped by all kinds of dark gold and dark iron and rare materials, but the truly superior soul soldiers, after the day and night of the refiners, the totem pattern is constantly imprinted, and the spiritual power is constantly moistened, and it will be refined to the point that only the form is left, and there is no specific material. If you refine to that point, the soul soldier can be divided and solved, big or small, and the changes are as you wish.

The ten fierce soldiers of the Sword Gate are all soul soldiers who have been cultivated to this level, and Zhong Yue's goal is to refine the fang's blade to that point.

Of course, in addition to reaching this level, the Ten Fierce Soldiers also have other ferocities hidden in them, which are extremely terrifying, and they are demonic qualities that the Sword Gate Qi Refiners can't control.

If Zhong Yue refined the fangs to the point of being tangible and insubstantial, then the fangs were still inferior to the ten fierce soldiers. However, he was still too early to that step, and now he was still refining the fangs step by step.

A day after Zhong Yue left the Ice and Snow Continent, many giant dragons rushed to that battlefield, and more than a dozen of them shook their bodies and turned into old men, who were the elders and sect masters of the five major clans of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, and they all looked around, their faces solemn.

In mid-air, the dragon flew over, and there were also dragons cruising at the bottom of the sea, searching the surroundings.

"The breath of the Divine Wing Blade!"

"And the breath of the Mu Yao Star Sea Clan!"

"Here are the remains of the Mu Yao Star Sea Clan, it's the Red Mother Anemone!"

The dragons moving around discovered something, and reported one after another, the sect masters of the five major clans had solemn faces, and an elder of the Cantis clan said in a low voice: "The strong man of the Kunpeng clan fled with the Divine Wing Sword, but he didn't expect to hide here, leaving the Red Mother Anemone to set up a formation, so that he could heal his wounds." Looking at the situation, he was caught up by the strong man, broke the seal of the sea anemone, killed him, and took away the Divine Wing Sword!"

"The one who took away the Divine Wing Sword must be extremely terrifying, with monstrous strength, and may even be a god!"

Thousands of miles of ice and snow continents were shattered, and this destructive power was no longer the destructive power of mortals and qi refiners, but the destruction caused by god-level battles!

The Ao clan sect master shouted, "Where is Zhang Qianli?"

An eight-clawed beast suddenly emerged from the sea, its eight claws unfolding, like a huge pillar of flesh slowly sliding through the sea and mid-air, and the huge suckers were shocking.

The eight claws were several miles long, and then a huge pile of pink meat mountains rose under the sea, revealing large eyes with a radius of several acres, and two tentacle-like claws made arch shapes, and said, "What does Sect Master Ao command?"

The old sect master of the Ao clan said in a deep voice: "In the ocean, you have a unique sense of smell in the world, smell the smell of the sea, and see if you can sniff out the two warring sides at that time." This vicious battle, with such a destructive power, must be a god-level battle, and it is impossible not to leave clues. ”

"Yes. ”

The giant octopus sank into the water, one by one suckers opened their mouths to swallow the seawater, and distinguished from the smell in the sea, his suckers were as many as eight hundred, each sucker was equivalent to a mouth, and eight hundred mouths could distinguish countless smells, so he was the unparalleled sense of smell in the sea tribe.

Zhang Qianli took a closer look and said, "More than a day ago, there was the smell of rotting flesh and blood here, as well as the smell of red mother anemones, as well as the breath of the twenty-three giants of the Kunpeng clan, and the breath of a god. In addition to this, there is also a dragon god breath. Next to the dragon god, there should be a young dragon. ”

"Dragon God?"

One after another, the sect master lost his voice and said, "How can there be a dragon god breath?"

The sect masters and elders looked at each other, and they all felt incredulous, although the dragon clan was powerful and had many hidden strengths hidden in various secret realm spaces in the East China Sea, it would be too strange for a dragon god to make a move here, and they didn't even know about it.

The giant octopus said respectfully: "It is indeed the breath of the dragon god, and it is very ancient, and the spirit is extremely strong. ”

The sect masters and elders were even more puzzled, the Yu clan sect master clapped his hands, and let many dragons search around, and several sect masters discussed: "There is a legend in the East China Sea, saying that there is a dragon god in the sea who lives in seclusion, but no one has seen it, and I don't know whether it is true or not. Could it really be that there is a dragon god hidden in the East China Sea, and this ancestor made a move, killed the strong man of the Kunpeng clan, and took away the Divine Wing Sword?"

Zhang Qianli also smelled the breath of the twenty-three Kunpeng clan giants, as well as the breath of a Kunpeng clan god, it must be the Kunpeng clan who were sacrificing in Mu Yao Xing, and wanted to take back the Divine Wing Sword, but was stopped by that ancestor and fought here. ”

"Probably so. With such a large amount of capital invested by the Kunpeng clan on the Mu Yao Star, can that dragon god recapture the Divine Wing Sword?"

They had different guesses, but they never thought that the breath of the dragon god that Zhang Qianli smelled was actually the breath of the beast god Neidan. The beast god Neidan is the inner dan of the dragon god, most of which was consumed by Zhong Yue and used to urge the copper lamp, so the breath is strong, if the gods come in person.

After more than ten days, Zhong Yue walked out of the sea and landed on the territory of the Eastern Wilderness, only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief, he was also worried that he would be stopped by the dragon clan and regenerate many incidents out of thin air.

After all, the movement caused by him pulling out his teeth and snatching half of the Divine Wing Sword from the Kunpeng Clan was too big, and there would definitely be a Dragon Clan to investigate, and if he was stopped, there would inevitably be another right and wrong.

"Not only that, Chi Lian Nu has made up for the strong man of the Jiao clan, how can the Jiao clan give up? And now, let Ao have a headache. ”

He took out Qinghe's soul lamp and sensed it, confirmed Qinghe's location, and said in his heart: "Qinghe, they are also on the Eastern Wilderness now, but they are too far away from me, about forty or fifty thousand miles away. They are in the south of the Eastern Wilderness, and I am in the far north, I'm afraid it's too late to find them now, so let's go to Guxia City and join them again. ”

Zhong Yue discerned the direction and walked towards the hinterland of the Eastern Wilderness and the Empty Holy City.

His momentum is like a rainbow, fluttering in mid-air, stirring the clouds!

"Before, I relied on Gu Hongzi, it was not easy to rely on the teacher, and I relied on the red training girl, so I came to the East China Sea alive, but this time, I want to see who dares to touch me again!"

Zhong Yue's chest was full of pride: "From here to the Trapping Holy City, it may be bloody and bloody, but from the Trapping Sacred City to the Lonely Xia City, no one will dare to chase and kill me......!