The wind blew under the ancient tree for no reason, and actually dispelled the cold air from the three demon emperors.

A few yellow leaves fell down in the wind and fell into the lake water, rippling on their surface, even the rows of big geese that were flapping their wings on the lake were tilted over and looked at them, as if these fallen leaves were a rare thing.

But this rare thing cannot allow the geese to stay for long. Soon, they traveled far away on their own.

The arrogant and domineering figures of the big geese attracted the eyes of the demon kings. Judging from their eyes, they might know that there were several lawless geese here, but they did not expect that they were lawless to be so lawless. When the demon emperor arrived, the aura of his entirely superior person could almost crush their souls, which was already the Yang God, so that they could not even raise a trace of fighting spirit.

These big geese were so good that they flapped their wings and shook their butts, leaving no look on their eyes for the three demon kings.

When the demon kings came to their senses, the figure that was originally under the tree disappeared.

They scratched their eyes, and there was no one under the old camphor tree, as if the figure they saw before was just an illusion.

The green mountains surrounding the lake and sea, the three demon emperors stood, casting large shadows on their huge body. The golden leopard, which had not opened its mouth, slowly leaned forward, poking out its huge and ferocious head, with a flashing cold light in its eyes.

Not an illusion.

A moment ago, there was a figure under the ancient tree, a figure that was completely unfamiliar with them.

In the air, the wind and clouds were surging. The golden leopard's spiritual consciousness was surging and raging, but the exploration of the spiritual consciousness as sharp as a blade was blocked and was surrounded by an arc light like a corona.

This made the golden leopard's complexion even more gloomy. Under this dark sky, half of his body exposed from the mountains was emitting a faint light, and with hair as a carrier, strands of spiritual energy rushed out and flowed all over his body.

The muscles exert force, the tendons and veins burst, and the whole body is like gold.

A very aggressive gaze fell on the girl on the island in the middle of the lake.

It's her again.

Not only blocked them many times.

They guessed more than once that there was some magical thing in the residence of the mountain god in the past, otherwise they could not explain the changes centered on this place. Isn’t the ancient tree covering the sky the sky the ancient tree? When ancient monks invaded Taihang Mountain, the evil tree that replaced the position of the mountain god and ruled Taihang Mountain also came from here. The place where the Crown Reverend Taihang Mountain rises, the place where the new king is crowned, and the ancient palace known to all living creatures in Taihang Mountains.

Once it was a coincidence, twice? And three times?

If it weren't for the magic of this place, why would the creatures named the King of Taixing still let the Buddha's hand protect this place? It is obvious that the creatures rarely live here since their rise and most of the time they are missing.

Countless clues point to a result.

This is the origin of some ancient and sacred place. The king of Taihang, the evil trees, and the Taihang Palace all came out from here. The magical ones are not creatures, but land. Just as the so-called "The one who inherits the crown inherits the crown from heaven and earth, and grants the mountains."

Does this mean that they can.

The golden leopard licked its claws and pressed it on a mountain casually. He slowly jumped between the peaks, but in the eyes of most creatures, he almost turned into a golden lightning.

As if the soul is connected, the other two demon kings moved as the golden leopard moved.

The green bull just stepped on the ground and kicked the mountain away, opening a road for him.

The white deer is accompanied by clouds and mist, and there is a colorful glow vaguely reflected in it.

Below, in the island in the middle of the lake, several demon kings had a numb scalp. They knew that these ferocious beasts were going to kill. The three-way demon kings in the past might not be so anxious, but now, unlike in the past, a great disaster is coming, and every bit of strength will win a broader living space and opportunity for themselves. The Buddha Hand told them, but the Buddha Hand knew nothing about these demon kings.

They retreated unconsciously, trying to retreat to the depths of the island in the middle of the lake.

It is completely unknown whether the Buddha's hand has the ability to fight against the three demon emperors with unparalleled combat power at the same time. They thought in their hearts that the Buddha's hand is likely to be defeated by the three demon emperors. After all, if she can defeat her, there is no reason to keep these three demons in front of her.

But when the demon kings thought about how to escape from danger, Chu Xing'er smiled heartlessly.

She asked, "What are you running?"

The demon kings were stunned.

What do you mean to run?

Wouldn't you run away?

"Oh, Amitabha, good! Good!" She sighed and turned around, looking like a monk was compassionate and could not bear to see him anymore.

This made the demon kings around who were looking at her and still expecting her look dull. I couldn't bear to watch anymore? I couldn't bear to see the scene where the demon kings showed their might and turned the corpses of the people present into flesh mud? Behind Chu Xing'er was a surging wind and clouds, thunder sounded, and black demon clouds that could almost drip ink covered the old camphor tree and the island in the middle of the lake. It almost instantly turned this place into night.

But suddenly, a red lightning flashed through the darkness.

The roar sounded and the mountains were surging!

A huge shadow fell from the sky, tearing apart the clouds and hitting the Golden Leopard Demon Emperor. In an instant, a hot white light burst out and the air current surged, causing a large amount of sea water to rush onto the island.

The demon king came back to his senses and looked over.

A dark and wide deep trace was plowed out from the green mountains in the distance, and even hit several mountains along the way.

"Dong--!" There was a dull sound.

At the end of the dark marks, a giant slowly stood up, and a golden flame like a flame burned in his eyes. In this dark and boundless world, it was like the sun rising and dawn descending. Behind him, his burly body like a snake winding, and from a distance, it looked like a bush of thorns that looked like a mountain.

All this happened too quickly.

The white deer and the green cow stopped and looked up.

When the spiritual consciousness explored the past, there was only the boundless darkness. With the spiritual consciousness, they could not see anything. So they could only rely on the naked eye to capture it. The colorful clouds flowed endlessly. The green cow and the white deer on the other side looked at each other and knew what each other meant.

They slowly approached and showed a siege.

But when they really waited for them to see the scene at the end of the plow marks, their hair stood up and they were frightened!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The golden leopard, which is as famous as them, fell to the ground, the spine on its back was broken, the skin on its back was blooming, and the white and broken spine was exposed. You can feel a faint trace of energy. The golden leopard is not dead yet, but the scene at this moment is not much different from the real death. It depends on whether the creatures who created this scene want to save his life.

In the huge pit, cracked earth, burnt trees, and the red behemoth hung down and stared at them.

That face...

Fear burst into white deer's heart, and the chill instantly invaded all limbs and bones.

The owner of this face...she knows.

In a long-closed memory.

The God of Taihang Mountain!

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On the island in the middle of the lake, several demon kings looked at the direction of the collapse of the mountains.

They could clearly sense the violent movement here, and Chu Xing'er, who was beside her, had already sat back to the ginkgo treetops and counted something in her hand.

Like an account book.

About half a moment, the movements in the distance stopped.

The battlefield was charred, dozens of peaks were cut off, and the green cow fell into the hillside, with its horns broken and its limbs cut off. He was still struggling, but he could not get up at all. The devil emperor, in front of that person, in less than a moment, became flesh that could be slaughtered.

The mysterious clothes flew, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

Li Xi'an held the sword and looked down at the struggling green cow.

"Nan Zhu!" Behind him, the white deer roared.

She couldn't move either. A giant claw hanged down and pressed her tightly to the ground. No matter how she used all her methods, she could not push the giant claws in the skeleton. The sharp claws easily pierced into the gap between her bones, and the scales on her arms were like thousands of sharp knives scratching her skin. The white deer, known as the pure white beast, dripped in blood in an instant, and the blood full of spiritual energy flowed down the iron scales and fell to the ground, and soon formed a pool of blood below.

There is no smell of blood. The so-called blood of auspicious beasts has sprouted with a faint fragrance. Even around this blood pool, plants and trees have sprouted.

Li Xi'an just glanced at Bai Lu, raised his hand, and pointed the sword at Qingniu's neck.

"Are you very confused?" Li Xi'an said to the dying green bull.

The three-headed demon king, only this green cow was beaten like this. His heavy imperial path realm as thick as a mountain was shattered in front of the red dragon shadow. The light of the light cut off his proud horns, surrounded by divine fire, burning his soul and lungs, and exerting huge force, breaking his limbs.

"So...naturally..." Qingniu struggled to spit out a few words from his mouth, and a demon king with a world-class tyrant, even spitting out a few words would accompany his blood.

"If you say you do evil, the golden leopard is far better than me, if you say you want the crown of Taihang, the white deer is far better than me... Why... is it me?"

His eyes were confused and desolate.

"You are very smart, but unfortunately you are a little clever." Li Xi'an's voice was very plain, "Qingniu, you are not this Taihang monster, you are from the mountain. If you seek opportunities, Taihang will not reject any creatures. But when you get opportunities, you think about getting more and more, thinking about getting closer, thinking about... taking all the benefits of Taihang to yourself."

"What should I do? You need help,"

Qingniu's confused pupils suddenly woke up.

Even the white deer struggling under the Eight Passes of Taihang stopped struggling at this moment and stared blankly at the dying green bull.

"Nan Zhu, what did you say?" Bai Lu said in surprise.

"Just listen." Li Xi'an waved his hand casually. The power of the Eight Passes of Taihang became even stronger, oppressing Bai Lu's internal organs and curbing the spiritual energy in her body. At this time, she even became suffering in breathing.

He was feeling quarrel.

Bai Lu knew it in her heart, but she was resentful.

Li Xi'an looked at Qingniu calmly, with no joy or sorrow in his eyes, and even the anger that Qingniu expected.

"Forget it." He said suddenly.

There is not much time, so he doesn't want to waste his talk on these demon kings.

The eight passes of Taihang raised the Xi sword, and the dazzling golden light gathered into a pillar of light that soared into the sky, fell down and beheaded.

The white deer looked at the green bull's head that was destroyed by the sword light, struggling wildly, trying to break free from the constraints of the eight passes of Taihang.

But the struggle stopped after Li Xi'an turned his head and looked at her.

That look... she had no doubt that she would end up with the green bull for a second. The pupils of the burning golden candle were extremely cold, without a trace of temperature, which made her tremble.

Li Xi'an bowed, and the Xi sword held by the Eight Xings of Taihang returned. He stood quietly in place, as if thinking about something.
To be continued...