It's a rather eerie scene, a desolate and cold place, covered with ice and snow.

King Kunpeng and Fang Zhou stood with their hands in their hands, also on guard.

And on the altar of the Witch Ancestor painted with the pattern of the witch, Ouyang Tuo kept reciting the extremely weird witch spell, and the characters came out of his mouth one by one, and entered the minds of the son of the desolate and Lu Yuan, the son of the desolate and Lu Yuan were both asleep, and Ouyang Tuo kept reading.

"I sacrifice my blood to the ancestor of Wu. "Ouyang Tuo has reached a critical moment at this time, and there is a huge and incomparably large Wu Zu faintly appearing in the void, which is the breath of the witch, which is a kind of breath that dominates countless eras and savages, and the breath of the demon god is completely different, the demon god is the breath of evil, and the witch ancestor is the breath of quaintness, simple, atmospheric, and weird.

That Wu Ancestor had now revealed his hideousness.

It was a phantom that had melted out of the depths of time and space, and the first thing that appeared was the hand of the first Wu Ancestor.

This witch ancestor's hand is full of witch patterns, and witch is weird.

Ouyang Tuo also knew that it was a critical moment.

And in an instant, the eyes of the son of the desolate opened suddenly, his desolate divine halberd had obviously fallen into the hands of King Kunpeng, but there was actually a civilized-level weapon in his hand, and another long dynasty, this halberd with the breath of the mandate of heaven, turned into ten thousand torrents, rushed straight away, and stabbed straight at Ouyang Tuo.

There is nothing left!

Something happened suddenly.

Ouyang Tuo naturally did not react to this change.

If it's usual, it's just that this is the critical moment when the art of Wu Cong has reached a critical moment, at this moment, he can't stop the counterattack of Wu Cong's art in an instant, otherwise he will be eaten by Wu Zu, and he has seen the pain of Wu Zu's backlash, when his master was eaten by Wu Zu little by little, and he still remembers it vividly.

King Kunpeng didn't expect that under the condition of his Northern Hell Feather, the son of the desolate would be able to fight back, and flew over quickly, but the speed was already a little slower, and the blow of the son of the desolate was faster than when he captured the son of the desolate, and the king of Kunpeng also made preparations, but it was a preparation for the speed of the son of the desolate at that time, and he was not ready for this speed.

Fang Zhou ranked seventh in the Heavenly Rankings, and among the five people present, he was the weakest, and even King Kunpeng didn't react, so his reaction was naturally even slower.

The long nose with the breath of Heavenly Destiny pierced heavily into Ouyang Tuo's body.

Ouyang Tuo can rank fourth in the heavenly list, although this time he suffered a loss and was attacked by the son of the desolate at a critical time, but it was not without a way to save his life, and another Ouyang Tuo appeared in the distance in an instant, and the original Ouyang Tuo immediately turned into a black robe and fell to the ground, but Ouyang Tuo in the distance was also seriously injured between his intestines, and he was obviously seriously injured.

After the son of the desolate attacked and seriously injured Ouyang Tuo, the fourth-ranked master in the Heavenly Rankings, he did not rush to attack, but with a long halberd, majestic and majestic.

Fang Zhou looked at the son of the wilderness: "How is it possible, if you want to fight back, why don't I react at all, it stands to reason that my cracking heaven can be calculated." "Fang Zhou is incredible, although his frontal combat power is only ranked seventh in the heavenly list, and he is on par with Murong Hong's tears, but he can calculate and avoid evil, and it is precisely because he believes that his cracking heaven is easy to count, so he didn't expect that the son of the desolate will fight back, which obviously does not exist in the crack heaven easy number.

The son of the desolate smiled proudly: "This halberd in my hand is called the Heavenly Destiny Divine Halberd." ”

"I am the son of the era, I am the mandate of heaven itself, you are just calculating the mandate of heaven, how can you calculate me in such a situation, it is ridiculous. "What an arrogant tone.

King Kunpeng looked at the son of the wilderness: "My Northern Hell Feather is extraordinary, take the essence of the Northern Hell and control people and can't move the mana, how did you break it?"

The son of the desolate smiled coldly, only to see his hand flip, and a text appeared in the void.

The momentum of this text is completely different from that of ordinary words.

This is!

Initial text!

Unexpectedly, the son of the desolate also had the initial text in his hand, and Lu Yuan was also extremely surprised on the side, but thinking about it on the other hand, the luck of the son of the desolate was not under him, and he had an initial text in hand, so it was normal for the son of the desolate to have the initial text at hand, but he didn't know which initial text the son of the desolate had at hand, and Lu Yuan was also slightly curious.

Lu Yuan is now temporarily controlled by Bei Yingyu, and he can't move, so he can only watch the show.

The initial text in the hand of the son of the desolate seems to be different from the ordinary initial text, at first glance, it seems that his eyes are also sucked out of it, and the surrounding light is also distorted and swallowed, what kind of text is this? Lu Yuan fixed his mind and saw clearly, it turned out that this was a swallowing word.

The initial text swallows the word, and so on! His own phaseless devouring recipe has now become a small one, and it is said that one swallowing word is needed to become a big one.

And now the son of the desolate is exactly this swallowing word in his hands, and this is difficult to be fate.

The son of the desolate is holding the Heavenly Destiny Divine Halberd in his right hand, and he is holding the swallowing word in his left hand: "The initial text swallowing the word is in my hand, and it is normal for me to swallow your Northern Stygian Feather alive with the miraculous skill of devouring the heavens and devouring the earth, you want to trap me with the Northern Stygian Feather, but it is a dream." ”

King Kunpeng nodded: "I see." "Where did King Kunpeng think that the son of the desolate would have a swallowing word, and he would have such a miraculous skill as devouring the heavens and devouring the earth.

"But even if you get out of trouble now, it's useless, you will still fall into my hands. King Kunpeng said loudly, this is the confidence of the second on the heavenly list.

Hearing that King Kunpeng was so confident, the son of the desolate couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "I was defeated in your hands before, but I have broken through, and this time you will never be able to defeat me again." The son of the desolate let out a long shout, and the momentum was suddenly released, this is definitely not under the momentum of King Minpeng, what a son of the desolate, he actually came to break through this set again, Lu Yuan looked very unhappy, that's right, he often breaks through in battle, and when he sees another person who often breaks through in battle, he is very unhappy.

The son of the desolate sacrificed the heavenly destiny halberd and stabbed straight at the king of Kunpeng, between this halberd can break the sun and the moon, Lu Yuan clearly saw that the power of this halberd was much stronger than when he was in the holy land of civilization, the current Huafa Shengzhen and the son of the desolate fight, don't want to tie with the son of the desolate, it is basically a second share, the progress of the son of the desolate is really extraordinarily fast, it is indeed worthy of the son of the desolate, and I don't know which one the real son of darkness is in the legend, the strength of the son of the desolate has improved so quickly, then the strength of the son of the dark should also be quite terrifying, such a high strength has not appeared, it is really strange, Lu Yuan secretly had some vigilance in his heart, but he didn't know that the son of darkness was Yan Cangtian.

When Lu Yuan was contemplating the Son of Darkness, the Son of the Desolate and the King of Kunpeng had already exchanged hands.

The fight between these two people is wonderful.

One is the second in the heavenly list, and the other is the son of the era whose strength has increased rapidly, this fight, countless civilization-level moves have been played, although they can only exert the power of one percent or two percent, but it is also an absolutely wonderful battle, Lu Yuan can see it from the side, at that time, he fought with Murong Hongtear, who ranked eighth among the giants of the heavenly list, and only felt that Murong Hong's mastery of red tears was wonderful, but compared with the fight between the son of the desolate and the king of Kunpeng, Murong Hong's red tears were really a big deal.

And when fighting, Lu Yuan also found that the strength of the son of the desolate was actually slightly above the Kunpeng King, and it was estimated that he was about the same as himself who had now practiced the iron rule of the heart, and his strength was comparable.

It is impossible for a person with a long combat experience like King Kunpeng not to discover this, the strength of the son of the desolate is indeed above himself, he began to want to rely on his combat experience to get this back, but he couldn't get it back, not only could he not get it back, but he gradually fell into the halberd net of the Son of the Desolate Son Heavenly Destiny Divine Halberd.

However, King Kunpeng has been famous for so long, and naturally has his means, he suddenly let out a long shout, countless feathers exploded, and others had to fly away, and if they couldn't fight, they would flee This is also one of his routes.

Seeing that King Kunpeng was about to escape, at this moment, King Minpeng's body stiffened and froze in the air.

Shi Shiran, the son of the wilderness, said: "How does it taste like to have a feather in the ancient wilderness?"

"A feather in the eternal wilderness?" said King Kunpeng.

"Yes, a feather in the eternal wilderness. Shi Shiran, the son of the wilderness, smiled: "You have always used feathers as a trick, but you didn't expect that I had already hidden my hands, and I had already used a feather to hide in the wilderness, and I would use it to kill you when you fled." ”

The Son of the Wilderness finally killed the King of the Wasteland, of course, the King of Kunpeng is also the second-ranked person on the Heavenly List, so the King of Kunpeng also injured the Son of the Wasteland in his counterattack before he died, and a huge path on the right shoulder can reduce the combat power of the Son of the Wasteland to about eighty, but even if the strength of the Son of the Wasteland drops to eighty, it can also deal with Ouyang Tuo and the Ark, after all, Ouyang Tuo was seriously injured by the Son of the Wasteland at the beginning, and the Ark ranked only seventh.

As soon as the son of the wilderness moved, the Heavenly Mandate Divine Halberd covered Ouyang Tuo, and he killed Ouyang Tuo in more than ten moves.

The ark fled, and fled.

The Son of the Wilderness didn't chase the Ark, and killed the Kunpeng King, who was the second on the Heavenly List, and Ouyang Tuo, who was the fourth on the Heavenly List, he could get too many benefits, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the Ark now, there was also a Lu Yuan here, Lu Yuan was one of the great enemies of the Son of the Wilderness, and this amount was much heavier than the Ark.

The son of the desolate looked at Lu Yuan, smiled slightly, and said confidently: "Lu Yuan, not long ago, when the two of us were captured by King Kunpeng, Ouyang Tuo and others, you said that you didn't expect us to meet in this situation, and now I want to say that I didn't expect us to meet in this situation." "The son of the desolate has a little pride. ！。