"This, this is... Eleven wings!"


    When seeing the shape of the black Jiao changed by using the blood of the royal family, the pupils in the eyes of Mo lieyun and the two demon emperors narrowed tightly, and their faces stared at the black Jiao with 11 Dragon Wings on his back!


    "The legend is true. Without the ring, the limit of royal blood is to reach the level of eleven wings."


    Feeling the energy breath of black Jiao, Mo lieyun''s face became more and more gloomy, and murmured with a frown.


    "What about the eleven wings? The three of us work together. I don''t believe we can beat this bastard!" the emperor of mochuan snorted coldly. Although his tone seemed confident, there was still a dignified meaning in the depths of his eyes.


    Not far away, the king of the underworld stood in the air and had been paying attention to the extraordinary dragon. His eyes were also transferred by the strong breath here. When he saw the change of black Jiao, his eyes coagulated slightly, but there was no wave in his eyes.


    Because in his opinion, the eleven wings did not degenerate into the final form of the real twelve winged dragon blood demon emperor, and there was a strange feeling that they did not advance or retreat. Therefore, the extra wing was just a chicken rib like existence. It would be better to convert the power of this wing into energy and then degenerate into the form of the ten winged demon emperor, and the effect would become better.


    In those years, two of their top ten magic emperors were able to evolve into the hierarchical form of the eleventh wing. However, under the guidance of the magic emperor, they followed suit and transformed the eleventh wing into energy into their body. They were pleasantly surprised to find that the energy in their body was more abundant. The ordinary ten wing magic emperor was not their opponent at all.


    One of the two is the king of the underworld, and the other is the Youwang. The blood tattooed gun that long Bufan now holds was its owner.


    "Is this the real strength of black Jiao!" in a large number of strange demons, long Bufan could clearly feel the powerful energy breath, although his sight was blocked, and he couldn''t help but be stunned in his heart.


    At this time, long Bufan also obviously sensed that his slave seal in the black Jiao suddenly trembled violently. It seems that with the soaring strength of the black Jiao, he already has the power to repel the slave seal in the soul.


    "Roar --!"


    In this violent struggle, black Jiao''s indifferent face showed a painful expression. He held his head in his hands, but he saw that at the fingertips, the claw thorns protruded, with a palpitating cold, and in this soul tearing pain, black Jiao''s throat came out bursts of low hissing roars like wild animals.


    "What happened to him?"


    Seeing the ferocious and terrible look of black Jiao, the two demon emperors were slightly stunned, and their eyes were full of surprise and doubt.


    "If the emperor is right, the soul of Heijiao should be resisting the slave seal in his body and has not regained his true consciousness. Let''s take this opportunity to kill him!"


    Looking at this scene, Mo lieyun''s eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly thought of something, immediately showed a cruel smile on his face, then looked at the two evil emperors next to him and hurried to urge him.


    At the same time, the powerful evil spirit also surged in the black long knife in the hands of Mo lieyun.


    "It turns out that this guy wants to get rid of the manipulation of slave India."


    Hearing this, the two demon emperors suddenly smiled grimly, and their voices were full of cold killing meaning: "do it, kill him!!"