When Prince Ao Jin saw Xuankong calm, he realized that he had already discussed a solution with him, and he was relieved.

He smiled and said, "That's the truth!" Prince Ao Jin called General Xingsha and asked him to lead the commanders of all his troops under him to protect Princess Ao Ying. Then he and Xuan Kong formed a formation with the Quanyan Dragon Soldiers and took the initiative to greet him from the Quanyan area.

Xuankong and Prince Ao Jin pushed the water wave away and stepped out of the heavy spring. They only saw that there were indeed three demons outside the guardian array.

No, strictly speaking, it should be two demon saints, plus one human Taoist priest.

Although Yu Xiaozi practiced with cold energy, Xuankong could still tell at a glance that he was a serious human cultivator.

Xuan Kong looked up and sighed: "The Great Saint Dragon Demon King of the Sea, the Great Saint Peng Demon King of the Huntian... Oh my God, these are all the demon heroes I envied when I was a child! Unexpectedly... I met on such an occasion today..."

However, Xuankong is no longer the role of his predecessors who are fighting for life in the darkness of the lower class society, but also a cultivator of a famous and upright sect. He cheered up and put his body on the ancient dragon clan's immortal robe, and touched the Beihai Dragon Abyss Sword at his waist with his left hand.

Prince Ao Jin also held the Fang Tian Painted Gaul, stood with Xuan Kong, and shouted loudly: "Jiao Demon King, Bei Ming Zhenren, don't be safe!"

The bird-faced and human-body Peng Demon King jumped up from the bottom of the sea, stepped on the waves and floated in the air, and snorted coldly: "Why are you doing well?" He raised his head and made a loud roar in his mouth, as if the ancient phoenix was crying for the dead tribe.

The huge sound waves penetrated into Prince Ao Jin's ears.

Prince Ao Jin was just steadily in the realm of the Heavenly Immortal, so he would not be the opponent of the Demon King Peng. He just swayed his body and sat down on the ground. However, Xuankong next to him could hear the wonderful mystery from the Demon King Peng's call. He also laughed and took a step: "Okay, Demon King Peng is here to demonstrate!"

Xuan Kong pinched the magic trick in his hand. He bounced his right fingertips, and every blink of an eye, the thunder sounded thunder sounded. This thunder magic trick was Xuan Kong's specialty. With the flash of his fingertips, the sound of thunder exploded swept the nearby sea water towards the place where the Demon King Peng stood.

The dragon demon king over there heard Xuan Kong's previous low praise and had already focused his attention on Xuan Kong. He opened his eyes and saw Xuan Kong taking a step and blocking the Spring Eye Formation and Prince Ao Jin, with thunder clouds floating on his body.

His fingers bounced repeatedly, and lightning flashed out, which was the righteousness of the descendant of Thunder God. The Dragon Demon King had a good impression of Xuan Kongxin, so he nodded quietly at Xuan Kong. He took a step back to show that he was not hostile to them.

When he retreated, Yu Xiaozi was suffering from the pain. Yu Xiaozi complained in his heart: "Oh no, senior brother, he is getting angry again!"

The so-called child's temper is just like the weather in the Domain, and it changes as soon as it changes. When the Dragon Demon King is unhappy with people, even if the other party is Taiyi Jinxian, it will start fighting as soon as it is said; if the Dragon Demon King looks at someone's right, it will be like a puppy. He can't even chase it away with a stick.

The demon dragon retreated, and Yu Xiaozi had to push up. He pulled out the blood jade reed flute from his waist, pressed the vent with his hand and sucked his true energy and started playing. The sound of his reed flute was generally different. It was in response to the rhythm, and the height was like flowing clouds and water.

These three voices were fighting each other one after another. Yu Xiaozi used the sound of the reed flute to insert the battle between Peng Demon King and Xuan Kong. He originally thought that he could sell Peng Demon King. But he didn't know that Peng Demon King looked at him coldly, and turned to penetrate the sound of the sing into his ears.

Yu Xiaozi screamed and quickly pulled out his true energy to resist the cry of the Demon King Peng. The Demon King Peng attacked the real person of Beiming Yu Xiaozi. Xuankong saw the benefits. The thunder sound in his hand suddenly exploded, and the waves directly swept across the Demon King Peng and Yu Xiaozi.

The Demon Peng snorted coldly, turned his strength back to deal with Xuan Kong. Yu Xiaozi snatched some time and gasped for a while before putting the blood jade reed flute on his lips again. But this time, he left a little momentum to guard against the Demon Peng raid.

Three sounds caused the earth to shake the mountains on the bottom of the sea, and the tornadoes on the bottom of the sea rose out of thin air, churning up and down like a mad dragon flying.

Seeing that the Demon Peng could not suppress Xuankong, he would have no result even if he continued to fight. He snorted coldly and made a sound like a phoenix and a dragon roar, shaking Xuankong and Yu Xiaozi's voices.

Since he had taken over his magical powers, Xuankong no longer accompanied him. His hands pinched an extremely simple thunder technique.

He pointed his index finger out gently, and he was immediately centered on himself. Countless round thunders as big as an adult's head slashed out randomly. Within ten miles of the radius around Xuankong, it seemed as if it was raining, and even Peng Demon King and others were shrouded in.

The Dragon Demon King chuckled softly: "Hey, you are the prince of the Dragon Clan in the four seas, what a handsome thunder magic!" He praised Xuan Kong, spread his arms and turned into dragon claws, and a warm cold air emanated from the Dragon Demon King's body.

The extremely low-temperature cold air directly frozen the surrounding thunder particles, and it flashed like a blue light, and Xuankong's thunder was swallowed up by the cold air in an instant.

The Dragon Demon King cracked Xuankong's spell, but still admired him: "This is just the most ordinary palm thunder of a monk on earth, but it actually has such power in your hands. But it's really, it's really..."

As he said, he opened his eyes to check Xuan Kong's true age. Even the tongue in his mouth couldn't help but tangle it. He said in surprise: "How long have you been practicing this year? What kind of sect is it from?"

Xuankong also received the magic trick and bowed, "I dare not deceive the Dragon Demon King. I am Xuankong, a qi refiner in the Laoshan Sect in the human world. I have been practicing for more than twenty years!"

He said this, even when he appeared, he had a gloomy face, as if everyone in the world owed him millions of taels of gold, the Demon King Peng opened his mouth wide and snorted coldly: "This is impossible!"

The Demon King Peng was also a great saint of the demon clan who had been practicing since ancient times. He had a broad vision and naturally recognized Xuankong's thunder law inheritance: "You are using the Secret Sect Shangqing Thunder Law, right?"

However, although the Demon Peng recognized Xuan Kong's Taoist tradition, there was still a large cloud of mystery shrouded in his heart. He patted his head and shook his head and said, "No, no, how can you, a human boy, wear the immortal robe in the dragon clan?"
Chapter completed!