"Bang!!"


    Before the first ray of sunshine shone on the mountains and rivers in the morning, Yan Wanming finally fell down after running 200 miles. Its four wings have been broken, and its body is scarred. More than a dozen shocking wounds crisscross the whole body. It can see internal organs and bones. The blood completely dyed the black scales red, embarrassed and miserable. The most serious wound was in the throat, which was shattered by the jiuchongtian of Jinyang nationality. Only half of the blood was left. The blood was suppressed by energy and could not be sprayed out of control.


    It fluttered on the ground and breathed heavily, but the breath brought severe pain through the broken throat, making its majestic body stiff. It has never suffered such serious injuries since it escaped from the exile of nanyinshen mountain.


    Begonia fell to one side and looked in horror at the giant bird covered with blood, with a huge body of ten meters and steel wings of about thirty or forty meters, like a blood stained black iron tower, which gave her a strong sense of oppression.


    "Pill!!" Yan Wanming stared at Begonia fiercely.


    "No... no..." Begonia hurriedly retreated, but stumbled over the stone under his feet.


    "Take out all the healing pills for me." Yan Wanming struggled to stand up, covered with blood and evil spirits, like a complaining demon.


    "I left all my pills for the ghost boy!" Begonia''s heart was about to mention his voice, and his face was as white as paper.


    "Bring it!" Yan Wanming suddenly screamed and grabbed begonia with a claw. Begonia is petite. This claw can almost tear half of her body.


    "I give it!! I give it!!" Begonia screamed. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes, but... After waiting for a while, Yan Wanming didn''t move. She carefully raised her eyes.


    Yan Wanming''s claws stopped beside Begonia. His sharp edge was like a sharp machete, burning blood. It turned its head and stared at the canopy in front of it. A man with bloody wings suddenly appeared and fell there from high altitude.


    "Is it you?" Yan Wanming recognized Qin Ming.


    "Meet again." Qin Ming smiled and looked at Yan Wanming with interest. He knew this guy was very strong, so he brought Jinyang people, but he didn''t expect Qiu Ziqi to borrow the holy martial jiuchongtian from Mu''s family, nor did he expect Liu Xiao to bring two jiuchongtian. He was a little nervous and had a hunch that the situation would get out of control. What''s more, the three holy martial jiuchongtian failed to trap one of them! It''s not that the three holy martial arts jiuchongtian are too weak, but very strong, but this monster is more fierce and stronger.


    Qin LAN appears around Haitang across the space. Before Haitang reacts, he takes her back to Qin Ming.


    "How did you come! This is not what we planned!" Begonia puma on the spot and glared at Qin Ming fiercely, his delicate body trembling with anger.


    "The plan is not as fast as change. Be flexible. Don''t you do it well?"


    "I''m fine? I''m not fine! I almost died! You bastard!" Begonia screamed and suppressed the tension and fear for several days. At this moment, it broke out.


    "I''ll make it up to you."


    "Compensation? If I die, what will you compensate for and bury with me?"


    "You calculate me?" Yan Wanming looked at Qin Ming ferociously. He basically understood that everything is the layout of this bastard!


    "That''s it. You calculate me and don''t allow me to calculate you?" Qin Ming showed a bright smile on his face, perfect! Completely achieved the effect he wanted! Huanlangtian and Jinyang people know that Zhutian hall took away Begonia. They will certainly chase up the Tianlou and put pressure on Zhutian hall. Maybe more forces will be involved and join hands to ask Zhutian hall for Begonia.


    But Zhu tiandian didn''t have Begonia at all. He couldn''t hand it in or explain it clearly. Of course, the result was war. Even if they could not fight, Zhu tiandian had to send troops to Yangtian mountain, so as to greatly weaken Zhu tiandian''s power in the East China Sea and give the beast islands and Tianwang palace the opportunity to fight back.


    "Who are you!!" Yan Wanming felt that this man was wrong at that time. He had struggled on the Exile Island for more than ten years, and his eyes were always accurate.


    "Don''t know if you change color?" Qin Ming waved his bloody wings and showed a evil smile.


    Color? wing?? Yan Wanming''s eagle eyes suddenly coagulated and thought of a possibility: "heavenly king hall, Qin life?"


    Qin Ming waved his wings and floated in the air. He looked at him condescending: "is it death or surrender?"


    Yan Wanming looked up at Qin Ming in the air. No wonder he could give him that complex and dangerous feeling. He was really not a small person. He has heard of the boy''s deeds. All kinds of crazy adventures have created a legend of famous ancient sea in just a few years. Everyone is awed and widely praised. However, the west sea was not healed, and the chaos in the East China Sea had just started. He went to Tianting alone?


    What bad luck did Zhu tiandian have? He not only fell into his hands again and again, but also handed over such an important task as entering the Tianting to him.


    "Surrender? It''s up to you?" Yan Wanming''s muscles wriggled violently, and his steel wings expanded again. However, as soon as the momentum was raised, the chest rolled violently, a mouthful of blood almost gushed out, and even the expanded wings drooped in the sound of bone friction. It was so badly hurt that its spiritual power was almost exhausted.


    "Die or surrender!" Qin ordered to step forward, and his momentum surged out, like mountains crashing on Yan Wanming''s majestic body.


    "No one can make Yan Wanming surrender." Yan Wanming roared wildly, and his momentum broke out strongly.


    However


    Boom!! Boom, boom!


    The eighteen lights and shadows appeared out of thin air. They were not 100 meters huge, but they were all about 20 or 30 meters, but they were still surging with the threat of terror. The eighteen kings were like virtual shadows, interwoven into a cage like killing field in 18 directions, and Yan Wanming fell to his knees.


    "Die or surrender." Qin Ming''s voice was calm, but he was solemn and dignified under the golden light, and even his bloody wings were stained with light golden light.


    "I''d rather die!" Yan Wanming roared with a loud and violent voice. It was like a terrible beast struggling violently, but it was too badly hurt. Any move was like countless knives tearing and cutting at the wound, which brought severe pain like heart and bone. It roared more like a painful roar.


    "The powerful in heaven are reduced to guarding the gate in the hall of killing heaven. Isn''t it more painful than death? You can''t bear it. I''ll give you a chance to be reborn, a chance to stand on the battlefield in heaven again. Do you accept or give up!" Qin ordered to control the eighteen kings like crazy repression. This monster was hurt like this, and its spiritual power was almost consumed, There was such a strong force that it almost broke the statue of the king. The more so, the more Qin Ming wants to control it. It''s a pity for such a strong strength to stay in yangtianshan.


    "No! But! Yes!" Yan Wanming''s eyes were red with blood, as if stimulated by something. Suddenly, he roared more crazy. Regardless of his injuries and his own consumption, he struggled fiercely. The skin and flesh were torn, the bones twisted out of cracks, the blood flowed all over the body, and the wounds in the throat seemed to be torn open.


    "The last time, is it death or heavy life? Is it humiliation to die, or to fight in heaven again?" Qin Ming''s pupil suddenly turned black, his face was covered with strange black lines, and the Shura knife was controlled by the soul and rushed out of the center of his eyebrows.


    The black air was swirling and the evil spirit was surging. The Shura knife was suspended in front of Qin Ming. It was cold and sharp. A breath of terror to the extreme seemed to bloom violently at any time.


    The vast rainforest, the dawn world, all seem to solidify at this moment.


    Yan Wanming''s frantic struggle was very terrible, but when the Shura knife appeared and the piercing killing intention penetrated into the body, he just froze, his ferocious expression was still fixed on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the black knife hanging in front of Qin Ming.


    Begonia exaggeratedly opened their mouths and looked at the knife absently.


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