Storm of Kings

"Let them know how powerful our Jinhu Gang is."

Tigers roared, these terrifying giants rushed over with their mace.

"Roar..." Ade roared and slapped hard on the ground, only to see a large number of ground cracks within three miles, and the strength rushed forward in the shape of a fan.

"Aw..." Yaohu jumped up, his reaction speed was not slow.

At this moment, the twenty-six figures suddenly lifted into the sky, holding knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes and hooks, and their eyes were scarlet, and immediately set off a murderous intent like a storm. The demon tiger who jumped into the air screamed and was shocked. .

Wen Zaidao praised: "Awesome! These ancestor spirits are first-class and first-rate murderers. They used to kill people like hell. Even if they were only summoned through rituals, their ranks have not broken through to the fifth rank, but the murderous auras are connected together enough to cover one party. ."

"Rush up, you beasts rush up quickly."

These giants didn't care about their mounts at all, and kept whipping the tiger's back. A few guys even slapped the tiger's head, forcing the demon tiger to carry them into the battle.

"Kill!" Zhou Lie gave an order, and the hundred ancestor spirits rushed up, incomparable to the twenty-six fierce gods and evil spirits, but it was not difficult to try to entangle these big men.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zaidao quickly reminded: "Be careful, these people are from the Jinhu Gang. They are also Ancestral Court monks. Don't treat them as physical training monks. You just don't know which name they come from?"

"Hey, brothers, let these Xijiang miscellaneous pieces see how good we are." The first member of the tiger general vibrated his arms, and even spread two pairs of golden wings behind his back, fanning forward to set off a golden wave.

"Erupt!" These giants with exaggerated figures yelled up to the sky, spreading their golden wings one after another, and they did not know where they had hidden their wings before, and they appeared very abruptly.

In a short moment, the golden wave swept Zhou Lie and his party, and the pressure on his body was incredible.

Wen Zaidao patted his forehead and said, "Oops! These big guys turned out to be elites of the Jinhu Gang. They are called forbidden heads."

"Forbidden prefix?" Zhou Lie chuckled softly. "Whatever the prefix, if even a bunch of rough guys can't hold it, then you and I can go back to the house. You can only be embarrassed if you move forward. The ruins have nothing to do with us."

"That's right!" Wen Zaidao nodded in agreement, and then asked Zhou Lie: "Is it you or me? Not showing any prestige, thinking we are sick cats."

"No need! Just stand here and watch the battle." Zhou Lie waved his hand gently, and immediately heard the wolves cry.

The twenty-six gods and evil spirits rose at the sight of the wind, and in a short moment they became giants five or six meters high.That's not to say, their heads gradually turned into wolf heads, and they rushed up with scarlet eyes.

"I'll take it." Wen Zaidao looked dumbfounded, and said to his heart: "What kind of treasure did Zhou Lie find? Not only did he summon twenty-six evil spirits, but it also made them mad. This is madness of mind. It is enough to break through the shackles and take a step forward, at least the battle strength should be judged by the fifth rank. Looking at these big guys, only the first few people reached the fifth rank, and the rest are far behind!"

"Kacha, Kacha, Kacha..."

More than a dozen heads were bitten off by the wolf's head, and blood spewed out, the scene was very bloody.

Zhou Lie glanced a few times and said: "I slowly tempered the impurities in the blood of the saints, and put them on these fierce gods and evil spirits, which seemed to inspire a little change. They are more attacking and extremely resilient, so they can be regarded as fierce. !"

Wen Zaidao hurried over to hug his thighs: "Is there still the blood of a saint? The boss takes care of my business, and the younger brother will only follow you in the future."

This guy is really dumbfounded!

Zhou Lie shook his head: "Tell me about the blood of the saint first. I haven't figured out where this blood comes from? Where is it sacred? Throughout the ages, there are countless sages, but there are very few who call saints. How to define saints The attributes of the blood? I have to give it to professionals like you."

"Hey! You are asking the right person." Wen Zai said eloquently: "The only reason why the saints are saints is that their thinking is different from ordinary people! Take the current words, that is their spiritual breadth and high spiritual cohesion. There are too many ordinary people, and the term “world wide difference” is not enough to describe the gap in thinking. It is completely three-dimensional and two-dimensional, just like we see ants. Saints are born with savvy, they think a lot, but they are focused enough It can be said to be very rare."

"So how many saints are there? Wine Saint Du Kang, Wen Saint Confucius, Asian Saint Mencius, History Saint Sima Qian, Poem Saint Du Fu, Medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing, Wu Saint Guan Yu, Book Saint Wang Xizhi, Sword Saint Pei Min, Dao Saint Zhang Daoling, Grass Saint Zhang Xu, Medicine Saint Sun Simiao, Painting Saint Wu Daozi, Tea Saint Lu Yu, Soldier Saint Sun Wu, Mou Saint Zhang Liang, Mu Saint Zhang Heng, and even You Saint Xu Xiake, are all saints!"

"Some people will say that Li Bai is a poetic immortal, isn't it better than Du Fu? Yes, maybe very strong in that era, but his thinking is much better than Du Fu! The foundation of the mind in this world depends only on how focused the ancestors were in the previous life! "

"So you can compare, who is the blood of the saint in your hand similar to who? Or is the blood of the false saint, it is only powerful, and there is no corresponding artistic conception."

Hearing Wen Zaidao say this, Zhou Lie understood. He took out the treasure pot and shook his head and sighed, "There is no corresponding artistic conception, only the sound teaching voice like a magic sound, just like an old monk chanting, it is easy for the ancestors Head overwhelmed and go astray."

"It turned out to be the blood of the false saint!"

Wen Zaidao carefully inspected the treasure pot and said confidently: "But this is also quite rare! After all, the saint Scorpion Baba is the only one, and his own power is so powerful, where will he give up the precious blood? Even for future generations, it is calculated by the drop, absolutely I won't make so many pots."

At this moment, Yaohu wailed and lay on the ground with his head in his arms, completely devoid of the power just now.

As for the owners of these demon tigers, half of them died, and the other half was destroyed beyond recognition.Although their strength is not weak, they formed the battlefield of Jinhu suppression in a unique way, but they encountered twenty-six evil spirits who turned into wolf gods, and became a little wife who could not stand the ravages.

"Clean the battlefield."

Zhou Lie ordered, and then asked: "What's the matter with the Golden Lake Gang? What about their ancestor spirits? Why is there only a golden lake in the dark? It looks very strong, but in fact it is strong outside."

Wen Zai Dao bared his teeth and said: "For others, I don’t dare to say the words “foreign power”. It is said that the Jinhu Gang has a banned book, which is a spiritual practice. They have suppressed the ancestral spirits since the day they opened their bloodlines. Refining, turning it into a sea of ​​spirits, wait until a certain degree of golden color, this exercise is considered a small achievement. It is not a big deal to perform it alone, the more the number of people, the greater the power. It may be easier to deal with now, if the Jinhu help With so many people coming, it may not be so easy to deal with."

Zhou Lie's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Focus on me, we are surrounded." Storm King