.       After a Hunyuan king appeared, another Hunyuan king appeared, his whole body was covered with flames, a pair of golden wings, half-human and half-demon, and he was also a golden crow.

This is the King of Hunyuan of the Jin Crown tribe, and his strength is probably even stronger than the four-armed monster that appeared before. Although the old man did not lose his advantage in the face of the four-armed monster, he should not be able to take it out and restrain the second one.

"Go and hold him back!" Chen Pan shouted anxiously to the soul in his body.

The soul was extremely calm and without any panic: "No hurry, although the golden crow is good, someone can deal with it. If the situation is wrong, everyone will have to return to the ancient continent. I need to retain my strength to cut off the rear."

Although Chen Pan once served as a so-called general, he usually brought only a few hundred people. The only time he brought a number of 5,000 people, but not only did he fail to make a contribution, he was caught by the demon.

And this soul is different. After all, he once led the ancient continent to win the second immortal battle. Whether it was knowledge or decision-making ability on the spot, he was far from comparable to Chen Pan. Unexpectedly, he expected to lose first. He had already figured out how to face the worst situation.

When the golden crow of the Hunyuan King appeared, the army led by the previous ten golden crows immediately cheered, especially the ten golden crows.

The attack of Kunpeng Great Saint Nine Heavens Divine Wind is extremely terrifying, and with its unparalleled speed, it can attack and retreat or defend. It is simply because it does not want to introduce the battle group into the army of the ancient continent and has been stopped here.

Despite this, these ten golden crows still felt like they were difficult to hold on, and they had already faintly defeated. At this time, the King of the Golden Crows arrived and immediately let them see hope.

"Kunpeng clan, I want to devour your flesh and blood for a long time. It seems that I can get what I want today!" When the King of the Golden Crow King saw the Great Saint of Kunpeng who was still eased under the attack of the army and ten golden crows, he immediately showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Hearing what the King of Jin Crow said, the Great Sage Kunpeng laughed instead of anger: "Ten are fighting, and eleven are fighting, and you are not bad. Let's come together! Although I am not interested in your waste bloodline, it's still good to take it back and feed the slaves."

He is skilled and brave, and the Great Saint Kunpeng is not only not afraid at all, but also takes the initiative to anger the other party.

"Let me see what you have. After today, my Jin Crow clan will become the real ancient royal family." The King of Jin Crow said with a murderous look on his face. Then he directly entered the battle circle.

"The loser is the loser, there are no so many reasons. The strength of the winner is not something you losers can imagine. Let's see how I kill you!" The Great Saint Kunpeng smiled coldly, turned into a half-human and half-demon state. A gray feathered robe appeared on him. Is his whole aura immediately terrifying? He is not weaker than that of the King of the Golden Crow.

"Kunpeng Feather Clothes! The treasure after tomorrow! If it weren't for the fact that our clan had no treasure, how could your Kunpeng Clan be the opponent of my Golden Crow Clan?" The King of Jin Crow actually recognized the origin of this gray feather Clothes at a glance.

In ancient times, Jin Crow and Kunpeng were enemies and hated each other. Now, even though it has been countless years, many of the other's things can still be known to each other. This King of Jin Crow is just an ordinary Hunyuan strongman in the Jin Crow clan, but he also knows the other's treasures.

"Do you know why you lost? Because you are weak, you were not strong back then, but now you are even weaker. Because you have not only given up the self-esteem of the strong, but also learned to find various reasons, what qualifications are there to be to be the ancient royal family!" The Great Sage Kunpeng sneered disdainfully.

The King of Jin Crow was furious: "Stop talking nonsense, this treasure is actually on you, a saint. From this we can see that there are really not many strong people in the ancient continent, and the Kunpeng clan will become a thing of the past. Today, let you die!"

"You have always been talking nonsense. Look at me, Kunpeng's battle with heavenly skills!" The Great Saint of Kunpeng killed directly at the King of Golden Crow.

Kunpeng's Heavenly Skill is a secret technique that is not just a legendary to the Kunpeng clan. It is said that it was created by the ancestor of Kunpeng to fight a super strong man. It is powerful and can fight against the sky and the earth. It is the powerful reliance of the Kunpeng clan's supreme despise other demon clans.

The Kunpeng feathered clothes are of extraordinary origin. According to legend, the ancestor Kunpeng sat in front of the transformation and refined with his own body. If it can be activated to the extreme, it is equivalent to the resurrection of the ancestor Kunpeng, and no one in the world can match it.

Back then, Zhao Lei was only in the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal. By activating this treasure, he could use the activate holy weapon. He was already in the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal to be completely defeated. Now that the Great Saint Kunpeng himself uses it, the power is even more terrifying, and he already has the strength to fight against the Hunyuan powerhouse.

Unlike the old man guarding the gate and the four-armed monster, the Great Sage Kunpeng and the King of Golden Crows have a feud. Both of them want to kill each other and the fight becomes even more intense.

The blazing flames fought against the Nine Heavens Divine Wind, and the power suddenly disappeared. No one who was affected survived. Even the ten golden crows before had to withdraw from the battle circle. Now they no longer have much combat power and have even become a burden to the King of the Golden Crow.

"Haha, how can I miss my Hanshi King's contribution to attacking the main world?"

A stone man who was hundreds of meters tall and made of blue stones rushed from afar in the terrible cold air, and huge ice cubes kept falling around, which was very terrifying.

Instead of flying, he stepped on his legs and ran forward quickly. Every step he took could hear an extremely terrifying sound. If it weren't for the almost complete space protection here, I believe the whole earth would tremble.

"You are faster than me. I, the two-headed king, will naturally get a share of the contributions of the world."

Not far from this Cold Stone King, a tall giant ran over quickly in the same way.

This giant is half a piece taller than the stone man, with two heads and muscles on his body are cast like gold and stone, shining with a terrifying light and exuding a terrifying aura.

As the King of Hunyuan, it is impossible for them to not fly. They appear in this way, which looks even more terrifying, and naturally only has one purpose: to hit the other party's morale.

It was obvious that their goal was achieved, and many monks from the ancient continent fell to the ground directly because of fear.

"Go and solve these two!" Chen Pan shouted anxiously again. Although he knew that this soul must have a better grasp of the situation in front of him, he still couldn't help but speak out.

But before the soul could answer, someone from the ancient continent took the initiative to greet him, and he was the Martial Saint.

With a loud roar, the No. saint of the human race instantly turned into a giant more than a thousand meters high. He took big steps and rushed towards the two Hunyuan kings.

That terrifying force made the saint die after being touched, which was extremely terrifying.

"Ah!" Wu Sheng shouted loudly, without any tricks, and punched the two-headed king directly.

"Ah!" Two painful moans remembered that the huge body of the two-headed king was knocked away by the Martial Saint, drawing a huge parabola, rushing into the sky, and then falling from the nine heavens, without getting up for a long time.

This battlefield is quiet for a moment. Is this still a saint fighting the king?
Chapter completed!