In the North Sea, on the nameless deserted island, Kunpeng raised his head and looked at the golden figure passing by in the sky, his face a little complicated.

In a trance, it seemed that I could see the two three-legged golden crows that suppressed half of the prehistoric continent during the ancient wilderness period.

However, compared with the three-legged golden crow that suppressed half of the prehistoric world, the aura seemed much weaker.

The golden figure in the sky was also a three-legged golden crow. After crossing the sky, the figure immediately landed on the nameless desert island in the North Sea and turned into a human form. The three-legged golden crow looked like the Zen Master Wuchao.

However, unlike the kind-hearted and kind-hearted look when facing Jiang Liu before, Zen Master Wuchao held a gourd in his hand, and his breath was cold.

"Long time no see!" Looking at the Zen Master Wuchao who had fallen in front of him, Kunpeng's face had a complicated look, and then he took the initiative to say hello.

Looking at Zen Master Wuchao, Kunpeng's face felt guilt, joy, and embarrassment.

"Well, after so many years, you finally appeared. It's indeed a long time since you saw each other. Since the day of the great catastrophe, you have hidden it and not let anyone know your trace!" Compared to the complexity in Kunpeng's eyes, Zen Master Wuchao's eyes were much purer, mainly an angry look.

"Listen to my explanation!"

When Mr. Wuchao took the initiative to mention the Lich Catastrophe that year, Kunpeng's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly spoke, saying, "The Lich Catastrophe that year was destined by the way of heaven. The demon clan and the witch clan will inevitably suffer both losses and fall. I, even if I participated in that battle, the final result would not change anything!"

Kunpeng's words made Zen Master Wuchao's expression silent. Although he was unwilling to admit it, Zen Master Wuchao had to admit that what he said did make sense.

The great catastrophe of lich is a destined trend of the way of heaven. In the end, when the witch clan and the demon clan fought a decisive battle, Kunpeng, as a demon master, actually became a deserter, which made countless demon clans hate it to the core.

However, after so long, millions of years have passed. Looking back, in fact, even if Kunpeng did not escape, he participated in the final battle, but the actual ending will not change.

However, it is one thing to understand rationally, and it is another thing to forgive Kunpeng emotionally.

"As the teacher of the demon clan, you betrayed the entire demon clan at the beginning!" Zen Master Wuchao's eyes fell on Kunpeng and said.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he threw down a big hat.

"Me!" Kunpeng naturally didn't want to put such a big hat that betrayed the entire demon clan, but he opened his mouth and wanted to refute it, but Kunpeng found that he had no qualifications to refute it at all.

After all, what I did at the beginning was indeed true.

"So, I wonder what you are going to do next? Could it be that you want to kill me?" Since all the words were said, it was impossible to live in peace again, Kunpeng's face also darkened, and he stared at Zen Master Wuchao seriously and said.

"Since you have betrayed the entire demon clan, you should naturally bear the guilt you deserve!" Zen Master Wuchao stared at Kunpeng with sharp eyes and spoke.

"Tenth Prince, although you are extremely talented, you have condensed the fortune of the demon clan's only one left, and your cultivation has reached the level of quasi-saint, but don't forget that my cultivation is much higher than you! You are no match for me!" Kunpeng shook his head at the Zen Master Wuchao, looking confident.

"Indeed, your cultivation is much higher than mine! But don't forget that you are injured now!" Zen Master Wuchao's expression remained unchanged, and he still stared at Kunpeng seriously and said.

"If I read it right, your 10th Prince, are you injured too? You and I are both injured, and my cultivation is higher than you. Are you really sure to defeat me?" Kunpeng stared at Zen Master Wuchao with tit-for-tat, his expression still full of confidence.

Everyone was injured, but their cultivation level was at the peak of quasi-saints, so Kunpeng was naturally very confident!

"You have to try it to find out!" After saying this, there was no intention of continuing. The gourd in Zen Master Wuchao's hand suddenly shone brightly, and a sharp breath evaporated directly.

Zen Master Wuchao made a killer move, bowed to the breath steamed from the gourd, and said, "Please turn around, baby!"

call out!

With the movements of Zen Master Wuchao, the sharp aura that evaporated from the gourd turned around.

Seeing this, Kunpeng retreated in horror.

Although Kunpeng has not been walking on the prehistoric continent over the years, as the peak of quasi-saint cultivation, Kunpeng still has his eyesight and can clearly feel the terror of the immortal-killing gourd.

A puff!

Although he had mobilized his strength as much as possible to resist, a wound appeared in Kunpeng's chest instantly, and blood spurted out of the wound, which was deep in bones, shocked Kunpeng.

Fortunately, when I just stepped back, I noticed something was wrong and tried my best to dodge. Otherwise, if the mysterious attack really landed on my neck, maybe my head would fall down, right?

Seeing that the attack of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd worked, Kunpeng avoided the vital points, Zen Master Wuchao frowned slightly.

Immediately, with a press of his hand, the golden sun fire appeared, turning into a huge fireball and smashing towards Kunpeng.

That scene was like a sun set directly.

Looking at the scorching sun transformed by the true fire of the sun, Kunpeng's eyes slightly condensed, stretched out his palm and raised it up.

As he moved, the water of the North Sea was lifted up directly, and the true fire of the sun and the water of the North Sea were touching each other in an instant.

The power of fire and water collides. Under the high temperature, these sea waters are instantly vaporized and turn into endless thick fog, covering a radius of thousands of miles.

If someone looks down from above, you can see the blue North Sea, a large part of which is already covered by thick fog.

The power of the quasi-saint is so terrifying.

Although the thick fog is thick, for the Zen Master Wuchao and Kunpeng at the quasi-saint level, these thick fogs are naturally not enough to block their spiritual consciousness.

Zen Master Wuchao controlled the true fire of the sun with one hand, and the other hand controlled the sharp aura in the immortal-killing gourd, and attacked Kunpeng in both hands.

Kunpeng was seriously injured and retreated step by step under the attack of Zen Master Wuchao, and the situation became increasingly critical.

"Your Highness Tenth, after fighting for so long, you should be relieved, right? If you continue, don't blame me for being rude!" After fighting for a while, he retreated step by step. Kunpeng seemed to have no patience anymore and shouted at Zen Master Wuchao.

However, Zen Master Wuchao did not answer Kunpeng's words, and looked deaf, and at the same time, his palm pressed down.

Another large area of ​​sun-real fire sprinkled over and answered Kunpeng's words with his own actions.

He frowned slightly, and when he saw Zen Master Wuchao taking action, Kunpeng knew that he would not be able to continue like this.

Although Kunpeng is indeed afraid of death from the prehistoric times to the present, during the Lich War, Kunpeng was unwilling to die with the catastrophe and became a deserter.

However, as an ancient demon clan, Kunpeng still has feelings for the demon clan. Therefore, Kunpeng has always kept his hand in the face of the tenth prince Zen Master Wuchao.

However, after all, Zen Master Wuchao is also the cultivation level of a quasi-saint, and has the power of the immortal-killing gourd and the true fire of the sun. If Kunpeng keeps his hands, he may have to die and disappear.

So, until now, Kunpeng can no longer hide his hands.

Taking a deep breath, Kunpeng took a deep breath, then waved his palm, and then a golden metal block appeared in Kunpeng's hand.

This golden metal block looks like the wreckage left after something was smashed, and many mysterious patterns can be seen on it.

These patterns seem to have some meaning, but they seem to be formed naturally.

"Well, could it be!" Looking at the large piece of golden metal debris in Kunpeng's hand, Zen Master Wuchao's face changed slightly, and he seemed to recognize him.

Without nonsense, looking at the oncoming sun fire, Kunpeng raised his fist and then punched hard on the metal wreckage.

With a thud, as Kunpeng's fist hit, a dull sound rang out, and then, as visible to the naked eye, a layer of invisible sound wave spread out from the wreckage.

These sound waves swept through the sun's true fire, and even made these sun's true fires blocked, making it difficult to make progress.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Seeing that the attack was effective, Kunpeng then smashed the metal wreck three times in a row, and the sound waves of three layers spread again.

As the sound wave spread, everything turned into shattering under the sound wave, and even the true sun fire that was stalemate and difficult to make progress were shattered.

The true fire of the sun was shattered, and the sound waves that remained unabated passed by, shocking the Zen Master Wuchao much directly, and his face turned pale.

However, Zen Master Wuchao ignored his injuries. Instead, he stared at the metal wreckage in Kunpeng's hand with his eyes tightly, and said in a voice: "Is that? My father's bell!?"

"Tenth Prince, I have no intention of being an enemy of you, so I will leave you!"

After shocking Zen Master Wuchao with metal debris, Kunpeng glanced at him, then jumped, flew quickly to the distance, and flew away with victory!

"Stop him! Don't let him escape!" Seeing Kunpeng turn around and escape, Zen Master Wuchao changed slightly and shouted loudly.

“Who is he talking to?”

After hearing the words of Zen Master Wuchao, Kunpeng's heart tightened and felt an ominous feeling come to his heart.

With the shouts of Zen Master Wuchao, the surging sword energy suddenly leaked from the void.

Under this sword energy, Kunpeng's body was directly suppressed and landed in the North Sea.
Chapter completed!