"roar!"

The stone palace trembled even more violently, with bright light, and condensed the bloody vortex of the sky into a blood Kunpeng in this change.

This blood Kunpeng expands many times more than the Kunpeng incarnation of Shi Pojun. It covers the sky and the sun, blocks all the mist and rain, gathers into water droplets on the Peng body, and it is not until the end of the extreme extension of its wings, and it hangs like a waterfall thousands of miles away.

Such anomaly is extremely shocking.

The Kunpeng incarnation of Shipojun is like a little bird, it is the real Kunpeng, the king of the sky, the bloody eyes opened by light are like the blood river reincarnation opened by chaos, and everything you look at is destruction.

"Father!"

The poem is fierce and trembling, and there are shadows of falling everywhere. The sound of despair resounds throughout the world, forming a tide of destruction of the world, impacting the sea of ​​heart.

The initiator of all this was the existence in the sarcophagus, the King of the Sky, the ancestor of the Kun Demon Division. He felt close to him, and his body was filled with the same blood as his ancestor.

People in the world are qualified to despise Meng Yanqing and betray his allies and do shamelessly. Is he qualified to do this? The king's dominance will be passed on to him in the future! Meng Yanqing built a country for him at the cost of his life. With the awakening of the King of the Sky, his body was shattered and his soul did not exist, which made him in a daze: "Dad, look back!"

"You don't want the king's dominance. As long as you stop, there are the high priests and others alive. Could it be that using their lives to resurrect the ancestors is the future of the Kun Demon Tribe?"

Today, the Kun Demon Tribe lost too many innocent people and used their lives to fulfill the so-called hegemony. Is it fair to them that he can enjoy the throne of the Lord of the Kun Demon Tribe with peace of mind?

His eyes suddenly and firmly shouted: "I have potential, a future, and will become King of Martial Arts in the future, but I can't accept it. I will use the fate of my relatives to pave the way of the king."

"The high priests and the others would not want to."

His declaration was firm and powerful, surprising to many people. In the world, several people still maintained justice before he could do so, saying, "I don't want the blood-stained country."

"Most of them cannot get the country, and they are the footsteps of people who live in the country, so they are resentful. If they can live in the country, they are afraid that they will be more ruthless than those who fight in the country, so it is rare for Shi Qian to choose."

Nodded in his heart, Xiao Nan knew that he had never misunderstood this nine-year-old little guy.

"How do you know that they won't want to? You are not them? How do you know their choice? You are still too young? For this day, the Kun Demon Tribe has been waiting for thousands of years, and generations of people have used their essence and blood to raise the stone coffin, so that the ancestor's true spirit will be immortal!"

Meng Yanqing, whose body was shattered, and his soul struggled in his incomplete body, but he showed his anger: "This day is the glory of the Kun Demon Division, and it is a world-renowned honor, and no one can change it!"

"From a young man to middle age, his hair grows brightly, his old age replaces youth, and his tolerance replaces fighting spirit. His past glory has been timid, his martial arts, his friendship, and his love have been lost, and he has become a hero!"

"You have only seen my viciousness, never seen my sacrifice, sacrifice, endurance, and have been keeping such a secret for decades and being with the darkness. Do I not feel pain, bitterness, hate or resentment?"

"I don't think it's not worth it. Why do the high priests and others think it's not worth it? Are the thousands of Kun Demon people unwilling to do it?"

"What qualifications do they have to do?"

"I am the king of the Kun Demon Tribe, the will of the Kun Demon Tribe, my choice is for the Kun Demon Tribe."

The body was burned like ashes, and the soul floated out, and it turned out to be a rare Yu-level sect soul.

This student has a door lock that looks like an eye, and the back is hazy, just like Meng Yanqing's life, locking too many secrets and too much thought.

At this moment, the door lock opened, and the suppressed emotions burst out. The door soul was roaring. It turned out to be the seventh-grade soul of the God-level soul. The soul talent behind the door, and the light released was a chain, which bound all the figures who fled outside frantically.

"Tell me, are you willing to give everything for the future of Kun Demon Tribe?"

The clan members of the Kun Yao tribe and the powerful people of Dayu cannot break free from the shackles. Only he is extremely domineering, and echoes like the cold sound hidden behind the endless hell.

"Tell you the future king, Shimeng."

"I do!"

The first answer was the high priest of the Kun Yao tribe, an old man with white hair, who had lost the scene of his young man in his green shirt that he had seen in the past, and now he has become old and has become an image.

Shi Meng and others were shocked and stunned, kneeling towards the sarcophagus: "I, the high priest of the Kun Yao tribe, Badar, are willing to give everything for the resurrection of the ancestor of the sky without regrets. This is my glory and there is no resentment."

"I want to!"

"I want to!"

Many Kun Demon tribe members who had struggled and had not been completely controlled actually knelt down one by one, their bodies were shattered, and they were about to die and threw themselves towards the stone palace.

"How is this possible!"

Shi Meng could not understand, Dayu warriors could not understand, and even Yang Qianchan could not understand.

Meng Yanqing laughed to the sky: "You won't understand the anger of a tribe falling from Dayu to Dayu's fourth. For this reason, we have lost too much glory. If glory can return, what can't be sacrificed?"

"For the glory of Kunpeng Demon Tribe, one day we need to sacrifice and we must be treated as if we are homeless without regrets. I believe that this is the future of Kunpeng Demon Tribe."

The moment the high priest Badal threw himself into the sarcophagus, he looked at Shi suddenly and said.

"This is our mission. Every generation of chiefs inherits the will of the ancestors and carves them in the Kun Demon Temple. Before, we didn't know why the chiefs did this, but now they have awakened, and this is fate."

"Young Master, you are the future king of the Kun Demon Tribe. We hope that with our destiny, you will lead the greatness of the Kun Demon Tribe in the future."

His soul will completely disappeared.

One by one, the Kun Demon tribe members, went from their original struggle to one after another, chose to burn, just to resurrect the existence in the stone hall, like a destiny cycle. It was once because of his birth and because of him, and the existence in the stone hall extended a huge blood claw to break through the thick hall gate.

"It's over."

Meng Yanqing's expression was extremely crazy and so pious. In Shi Meng's shocked eyes, she also felt relieved: "Your brother has fallen, now it's my turn. You are the only king of the Kun Demon Tribe. Remember your mission."

"boom!"

The stone hall is not a temple at all, it is a large coffin. As the claws extend out, it gradually fades into the form of a coffin.

The creature began to struggle gradually. This creature was extremely ancient. The claws that were protruding were all skin and bones, with marks of time, like curved hooks.

This hook-like claw is extremely powerful. As soon as it appears, it suppresses everyone and is nailed to the ground, as if it is in the mud of death. There is an invisible force roaring through the Blood Kunpeng: "It is you who awakened me from the ancestor."

"My descendants!"

This sound was extremely hoarse and intermittent, which brought people extremely terrifying pressure, just like claws passing through their hearts, the unspeakable depression and the storm of death spreading to the flesh and blood, making people tremble.

"The Peerless Martial King.

"The legend is true. The Kun Demon Tribe has not completely lost its power. It sealed the ancient king. In order to maintain the martial arts inheritance, they used secret techniques to seal the ancestors, and waited until the time was ripe and resurrected."

The Dayu Tribe was angry at the betrayal of the Kun Demon Tribe. All the warriors who rushed towards the Kun Demon Tribe were trembling with emotion, stiffened and even turned around and retreated back to the tribe: "Even if they descended to the Kun Demon Tribe, would they still dare to question the Kun Demon Tribe? They suffered a great loss today."

"You are not afraid of being punished by God. Even if the Kun Demon Tribe survives today, the rest will be washed away by Dayu. Stop it quickly and don't be obsessed with it."

Xiang Qianyu was also shrouded in this force, and the Nine-turned Spirit was released, turning like a nine-colored light in the air, shifting the falling suction force, shattering Meng Yanqing's locked soul, and he could only support it.

The people of the Nine-Turn Li clan were not so lucky. One by one, they disappeared one after another, making him angry and looked furious, and he became more and more impressed by the ghost master: "Don't look at this ghost guy, his strength is not as strong as him, but his mind is really above him."

"Qianyu, hold on, I'll beg my dad to stop."

Shiya's face turned pale outside, she turned to Meng Yanqing and said sadly: "Dad, don't kill him, your daughter's happiness depends on him. Don't let your ancestors kill him. Just say one thing, your ancestors will agree."

"The King of the Sky, the Ancestor of Kun Demon, is the King of Kun Demon Tribe. Because Meng Yanqing is resurrected, he will definitely listen to his begging."

Shi Ya believes in this point without doubt, and Shi Meng and they also believe in it.

"Stop talking nonsense. If I dare to take action, I will think of the consequences. Your threat is not bad. My ancestors from the tribe have returned, and the great races will come to die if they have the courage."

Xiang Qianyu's anger was not taken in my heart by Meng Yanqing. The ethereal voice echoed, and the soul of the door changed into shape like a hideous evil ghost.

He glanced at Shiya ruthlessly and coldly: "Stop, stop talking. You are not my daughter. You are the sinner of the Kun Yao tribe. You will die. Go to hell with your lowly lover."

"You deserve to be damned, you deserve to be more damned than Xiao Nan."

He ignored his body with contempt and trembled with Shiya; "If the Dayu Tribe had been in the past, he did care, but he didn't care at all now. His vision was outside the Yuding Realm, and the Dayu Warriors did not appear here, which is the best proof."

They dare not face the Kun Demon Tribe now! They coldly said to Xiang Qianyu with a drastic expression: "Do you know, because of your temptation, Shiya, this slut, betrayed the Kun Demon Tribe, followed you to elope, and violated the engagement with His Royal Highness, the Prince of the Donghuang Ancient Clan, Donghuang Ancient Yi!"

"Originally, our Kun Demon Tribe should have the friendship of the Donghuang Ancient Clan. With the support of the Donghuang Ancient Clan, my ancestor Lao Wang will be resurrected sooner or later. Why did we use this method to commit a great murder?"

"Little beast, don't blame me. If you want to blame, just blame you Xiang Qianyu himself, die."

With a roar, the sarcophagus was completely broken, and the blood-colored body struggled out, like a sea of ​​blood, sweeping across the entire Kun Demon Division.

Countless warriors fell directly, including Xiang Qianyu. The Nine-turned Hegemonic Body fell like a star. He used his martial arts and exerted his strength at a high speed. Only then did the Nine-turned Martial Talisman appear in the air, causing the collapsed body to reunite and actually possess the power of resurrection.

"Huh!"

A terrifying blood claw appeared in the air, but seemed a little surprised, and people were also deeply shocked: "Xiang Qianyu was able to escape from the blood claws of the Kun Demon Ancestor, even if it was temporarily unsuccessful."

"This is the Peerless Martial King. With his peerless Martial Sect's strength, it's amazing to achieve this step by a great level!"

"The Nine-turn Martial Arts can not only transfer the enemy's martial arts, but also have the Nine-turn resurrection power. The Nine-turn dead power is for life, and it is a turning point!"

"There are some tricks in the Nine-Turn Body, but you still have to die. The ancestor of our Kun Demon Division is not something you can imagine."

Meng Yanqing sneered, and amid Shiya and the others' screams, the blood claws disappeared out of thin air and appeared in front of Xiang Qianyu again: "Boom!"
Chapter completed!