I Am Really Not The Son of Providence

Uncle Bilian.

Following the name of Zhang Yunxi, all the black fog fluctuated violently.

Obviously, those venerables hidden in the black mist were extremely uneasy.

"It's a variant of Seven-Rank Good Fortune Qinglian, Biluoqingtianlian."

"Could it be that Bilian Tianzun Chulonghe, withdraw quickly!"

The black mist burst out instantly, and many venerables turned into swift shadows and fled in all directions.

Because they knew exactly what the green lotus in front of them represented.

That was one of the most unprovoking masters in the entire Eastern Wilderness!

The strong in the Yuan Ying stage are extremely fast, and in a flash, they are far away.

However, at this moment, a chuckle broke out in the void.

"Dare to move my elder sister and niece, do you still want to run one by one?"

As soon as the voice fell, a dozen flames suddenly shot out from the blue lotus flower.

Those flames showed the color of jasper, crystal clear and beautiful.

They suddenly cut through the sky and lased towards the black mist.

After a few breaths, he caught up with all the black mist.

...

The blue flame suddenly exploded, igniting the black mist and enveloped it.

Suddenly, there were screams in the black mist.

In an instant, all the black mist burned the price, and the Venerable in the mist was completely burnt to ashes.

Then those blue flames swept back from the storage rings.

All the flames gathered together and gradually turned into a single figure.

The man condensed in front of everyone, an old Taoist priest.

I saw him with a childlike appearance and wearing gossip fairy clothes.

With a gentle smile on his face, it was like a true fairy.

Of course, if he doesn't wear a storage ring on his hands.

The personality of this worldly expert can be made more real.

Seeing this old Taoist priest, Zhang Yunxi was relieved.

Although the uncle in front of him is notoriously inconsiderate.

But I have to admit that its strength is at the top level even in the entire Holy Land.

With him, Shenxiao Longhupei was finally safe.

The old Taoist figure flashed, and instantly came to Zhang Yunxi.

He kicked it out: "Xi'er is not afraid, this chicken can't hurt you."

...

boom!

This kick of the old Taoist does not look mysterious, but it is terribly powerful.

He kicked the Golden Wing Dapeng Eagle's wings, and directly kicked it a hundred feet away.

The golden penguin feathers were stained with scarlet golden blood, floating down one by one in the sky.

The Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle's eyes were full of shock and fear: "How is this possible!"

It is important to know that the Golden Winged Dapeng Carving family has three powerful killers.

One is their sharp claws, which can tear the void.

The second is their sharp beak, which can penetrate everything.

The third is their wings, with the world's speed.

In addition, the wings of the Golden Winged Eagle Eagle also possess powerful attack power.

Their wings are covered with feathers that are harder than black iron, like a peerless sword.

In battle, the wings of the Golden Winged Eagle Eagle can be used as war swords.

Even in the inheritance of the Peng clan, there is a sword technique that uses wings-Tianpeng Nine Slash.

This is a pair of invincible killers.

But at this moment, its wings were kicked apart by a human monk.

This is simply a great humiliation to the noble Golden Winged Eagle Clan!

...

"Human, you angered me!"

"You will be the first powerhouse of the Deity Transformation Stage to be killed since this king descended into the Eastern Desolation!"

"Look at my Tianpeng Nine Slashes and the first one-Slashing Mountains and Rivers!"

The golden winged big peng eagle flew up in anger, and the huge body burst out with great glory.

A huge blade of a hundred feet long appeared in the void,

Even where the knife passed, even the void was shattering.

As the name of this knife, cut mountains and rivers.

If you can practice this trick to the extreme, it will be absolutely nothing!

The veteran Taoist looked at the huge golden-winged eagle eagle in the sky with a solemn expression.

"It is actually the royal family of the Peng Clan in Southern Xinjiang, the Golden Winged Great Peng Eagle."

"What should I do with such good ingredients!"

"It really makes me feel troubled!"

"Forget it, grab it first!"

...

Taking a deep breath, the old Taoist flexed his hands and rolled up his sleeves.

He stared at the golden winged big eagle eagle in front of him, and his right hand suddenly protruded into the sky.

"Look at my supernatural powers---catch chicken mudra!"

After a word, the void above the cloud began to twist.

There is a golden winged eagle eagle with a length of several tens of feet, and its figure is shrinking rapidly.

"No, how could it be possible, old Taoist, you actually have supernatural powers, Qingtian handprint!"

The eyes of the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle were full of shock and horror, and it felt like it had encountered hard stubble.

The old Taoist licked his lips, still stretching his right hand forward.

He curled his lips: "What is Great Mudra? This trick is called Catch the Chicken Mudra."

"Gold-winged little chicken, you should come over to me!"

After a word, the five fingers of his right hand snapped together.

Suddenly, the void condensed rapidly.

The Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle was forcibly compressed to about a foot.

It seems that it is really the size of an ordinary domestic rooster.

In the forbidden void there, the Golden Winged Great Peng Eagle was constantly struggling.

Its voice is extremely sharp: "Nonsense, this is obviously the handprint of Great Sky!"

The old Taoist curled his lips: "You are a dying chicken, why are you fighting so much?"

...

After all, the old Taoist untied a golden iron rod from his back.

He looked at the golden winged eagle eagle, with an expression of studying how to make ingredients.

Suddenly, the Golden Wing Dapeng Eagle panicked: "How dare you kill this king, this king is the son of the three elders of the Peng clan."

"If you kill this king, my father will definitely not let you go!"

The old Taoist was taken aback for a moment, with a worried expression on his face: "Your father, how old is he?"

The Golden Winged Dapeng Carving coldly snorted: "My father is five thousand years old, half of his foot is in the realm of the saint."

"If you dare to hurt this king, are you not afraid to provoke a battle between the Peng Clan and the Holy Land of Gods?"

The old Taoist thought thought: "A five-thousand-year-old chicken, the meat is not tender!"

"Hey, it seems that you can only use it to make soup when your father comes to the door."

The golden-winged Dapeng eagle was stunned, and the golden wings stood upside down when steep, furious.

This rebel, this madman, actually wants to even grab the soup with his father!

Before its accusation could be issued, it turned into a deep panic.

Because the old Taoist priest has come here carrying that stick.

He grabbed the golden winged eagle and turned it over.

Then, the golden long stick suddenly stabbed towards the lower body of the golden-winged Dapeng carving.

Old Taoist: "You are quite tender, endure a little pain."

Golden Winged Eagle Eagle: "Don't, don't, ah!"

...

Huh!

The tragic Pengming sound resounded between the heavens and the earth, and then stopped abruptly.

The old Taoist turned the grill while grilling the big eagle with a blue flame.

He glanced at the void around him and smiled: "For the sake of your failure."

"Everyone left 1 million spiritual stones, so I can let you go without blame."

"Otherwise, I'll just tear up the space myself and ask you for it."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw the surrounding void crack and it started to rain.

The gleaming green spirit stone rain looks extremely gorgeous!