Bam!

The five lines of earthly worshipping the mountains only resisted for an instant, and all the defenses from the clock were directly torn by the terrible force.

At the critical moment, the small Qi body under him soared, suddenly guarding the clock from the body, and then directly endured the force of this palm.

One person and one beast also flew out directly at this moment, directly falling down at the foot of the mountain, and returning to the encirclement of Fengling and others.

This sudden change also made many of the Sun Temple disciples around them froze in the same place and had not yet reacted.

Originally thought that the clock was moving away from the sound of this hand, he could once again beat the face of the wind clan once more, and get away from the encirclement of the sixteen people.

But I did not expect that behind this wind clan, there was a strong man in the realm of the Fa, who would force the clock to leave at the last moment.

"That is... the disciple of the temple of King Kong Hall, the magic trick!"

"He is the strongest disciple of the wind family now, and he was one of the eight gods of the last year, and he did not expect that even he would personally shoot!"

“It is said that the ‘gun’ willow is in the hands of this god, and this is the place of heaven.”

"This clock is over, the wind god trick and sixteen strong spirits, unless he now breaks through to the spiritual realm to escape!"

Witnessing this dramatic scene, many of the disciples of the Sun Temple suddenly recognized the identity of the long-haired young man, and secretly talked about it when they came to the time, all of them lamented the departure of the clock.

Before the scene of a single person fighting the peak of the three spirits, but many disciples remembered it, and it was also quite admired.

Unfortunately, the wind clan was determined to leave the clock, but these disciples did not want to find trouble, but could only avoid it.

“Brother Wind!”

Seeing the long-haired young people appear in this place, the eyes of the wind and the mausoleum are also flashing with joy, and they quickly surround the clock.

Fengshen has been out of the port a few days ago, but the identity of the former, naturally, it is impossible to squat in this real tide tower to keep the clock away from such a spirit warrior.

Fortunately, when the wind mausoleum saw the appearance of the clock, it had already passed the news out, which allowed the wind god to rush quickly, just blocking the body of the clock.

“Sixteen of you, you almost let a spirit run away?”

Hearing the sound of the wind mausoleum, the eyes of the wind god slowly swept through the past, but the sound of the exit was with Morien's chill.

Sixteen windy disciples, including the wind mausoleum, were trembling, as if the pressure of the sword in their eyes, and they could not breathe.

The cough...

At this time, the clock had climbed up again, recalling the previous dangerous scene, and his face was not very good-looking.

“Little Lin, are you all right?”

Not far from the clock, the little Lin, who was transformed into a thunderbolt, has turned back to the original red beast at this time, but the breath on his body has languished a lot.

The horror of the previous hand, if it had not been for Xiaolin's common resistance, I am afraid that the situation at this moment will only be worse.

"Damn, I have signed a blood contract with you, and if you are killed, I will not be finished."

This matter of the matter of Xiaolin is undoubtedly a little confused, the scales on the body have burst a lot, but still stand up, bite the teeth and say.

"Don't worry, this guy, I'll make him pay."

Seeing the blood flowing from the wound of the small lindel, the eyes of the clock also poured a complete chill, and the teeth were said.

“Let me pay?The tone is small.”

At this time, the wind god trick has slowly fallen to the front of the clock, but the look in the eyes is without any feelings, like looking at a prey that falls into the hands.

"The power of the earth's thousand maps?"That's fine."

The clock stood up again, guarded Xiao Lin behind, and looked at the wind god and said slowly.

“Do you recognize this land map?”

After hearing the words of the clock, the eyes of the wind god finally had a strange look flashed, but soon it was to understand something, and suddenly realized:

"I have forgotten that you are also one of the eight gods, and I am afraid that you have seen the appearance of the ten gods in the temple of inheritance, and it is not surprising that you recognize this land."

After saying this sentence, the eyes of the wind god are involuntarily glanced at the small Lin behind the clock, and the eyes are obviously changed.

"Your favourite beast does not seem to be the same, it is the blood of the ancient beast, and it is no wonder that the strength of my hand can stand up."

Speaking to himself, the wind god suddenly shook his head again, "But your strength is too weak, it is not worthy to have such an ancient beast, how to give it to me?" 」

Although it is the tone of inquiry, the magic on the hand of the wind god has been played out, just swinging the sleeve, the rock in the ground is condensed into a large rock hand, so it is so towards the small Lin caught in the past.

“Do you dare!”

Seeing each other actually dared to shoot Xiaolin, the anger in the centrifugal of the clock completely spread, the real yuan in the body almost rushed up, bursting into a force that ignited blood!

“Blood is burning!”

Countless thoughts fell into the body, and the blood in the clock ran like a boiling, and the golden color of it became more and more clear.

This is the state in which the blood of the royal family is activated, the pupil of the clock is first transformed into gold, and the fire of fire is condensed behind it into a terrible "fire emperor Zhurong" shadow.

“Break for me!”

The clock stretched out its arms, and the fire of fire coalesced into a terrible golden palm in mid-air, and clapped directly toward the other side of the rock.

Bam

The huge burst sound came out, and the rock palm and the palm of the flame burst apart at the same time, turning into countless flames.

Many onlookers were affected by this aftershock, and rushed to push the real shield to resist the attack, but no one dared to go up at this time to blame.

“Is that the blood force?”

Feeling the breath emanating from the clock, the wind god's face that has been calm and waveless is finally a little moved.

This strange blood force actually makes him a sense of awe, which is undoubtedly very strange.

If the power of the clock is far weaker than that of him, I am afraid that by the power of this bloodline it can be suppressed.

"Fire, get ready to do it, since the Wind clan wants to sell, we've killed all these guys!"

Zhong left a thought to pass out, but also looking at the wind god trick line, the golden doubles seem to hide the magma-like anger, behind the Confucian shadow more exudated endless pressure.

The Wind clan has used so much power against itself, and if the clock is still left, it is stupid.

I do not believe that these Fengjia disciples will be killed under such circumstances, and the Sun Temple will bring down how much punishment it will bring!

"It seems better to kill you directly."

After seeing the means hidden from the body of the clock, the wind god flashed a clear intention of killing in the indifferent eyes, and then the full force suddenly broke out, and in an instant, he shot again at the clock.

It can be clearly felt that this time it was not the attack of the previous temptation, but the real preparation to kill it directly!

It seems that the wind god has found that even if he kills the clock and leaves will violate the rules of the Sun Temple, the punishment is far less than the benefits obtained by killing the clock immediately.

A very delicate pattern shrouded in the top of the clock, like the power of a thousand mountains and mountains crushed down, to crush the idea of the clock to turn into powder.

“Big footprints!”

“The Devil’s Fist!”

“Rohan bastard!”

“A thousand-faced killing!”

“The sea without a knife!”

However, at this time, several terrible magics suddenly broke out from behind the clock, and the same bombardment on the pattern was actually hard to contain the power of this magic!

Then a striking bald head took the lead from the rear, fell in front of the clock, and held a string of Buddha beads in his hand to the wind god.

"Goodness, the family should not fight, but also ask the wind god to give the Lord to do this?"