Chapter 1066: Cangming

In front of the Three Emperors Hall, the war was over, the Peng triumphant Tianjiao suffered a terrible defeat, and a pair of wings were torn apart, desolate and abnormal.
Saw this scene with his own eyes, the eyes of Lao Peng Wang were splitting, and his murderous eyes were full, and he did not hesitate to step forward to avenge his only son.
In front of the Kun Yi Emperor's Hall, Kun Yi Demon Emperor shot, the space was closed, and it became the master of the Tianpeng family.
"Peng Wang, willing to gamble and lose!"
In front of the Eight Emperors Palace, the Emperor Eight Emperors opened their mouths and said lightly.
The three demon emperors, each standing in the glow of the sun, swept the world, and the Mega Clan made people realize that in this primitive demon realm, these three people are the real heavens.
Lao Peng Wang gradually recovered from his madness, and his murderous eyes swept to the undressed young people not far away, and immediately walked to the comatose only son, took the latter, and walked away.
In front of the Three Emperors Hall, the three Demon Emperors did not stop, and quietly watched Lao Peng King leave with vigorousness.
After this battle, the young master of the Peng tribe has been completely destroyed regardless of its foundation and martial arts. The Peng tribe has lost its heirs. For hundreds of years, it is destined to be unable to restore its vitality.
Before the nine thousand stone steps, all the messengers of the Hundred races returned to God from shock. The thirteen princes of the Demon Clan with the demon in front could not help but feel cold in their hearts.
In front of the old Peng King, who is comparable to the powerful emperor, he tears off the wings of the young master of the Peng tribe. This courage and fierceness are available to anyone.
In the eyes of everyone, Ning Chen clenched his fists at the three demon emperors, without saying a word, and turned back to his position.
One World War Lili, the presence of the messengers of the hundreds of tribes looked at the former, and they were all dreaded in their eyes.
Did not expect that the strength of the thirteen His Highness was so strong that it was almost impossible to challenge.
Among the messengers of the hundred races, Xiaoxiao and Waner glanced at each other. It was a bit complicated. Ning Chen ’s strength repeatedly exceeded their expectations. The thirteen elders and queens of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, several of them have entered the realm of kings. Not much, nowadays, even less.
"Thirteenth brother, you made us look at each other again." Not far away, the Nine Prince opened his mouth and smiled.
"Brother Nine Emperor has a reputation, the class is just axe." Ning Chen said softly.
"Hypocritical!"
Behind the ninth prince, a beautiful woman said quietly.
"Ten sisters, don't let go of it." The Ninth Prince reprimanded.
"Why, can't it be said?" Xuan Yue said coldly.
The cold eyes flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince, but he didn't say it again. Xuanyue's character has always been like this.
Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of her, her mouth slightly curved. It seems that there are still many unknown things among the princes and princes of the royal family that he needs to discover slowly.
Xuanyue glanced coldly at the young man behind her, and for some reason, she just didn't like the 13th brother.
Seeing the former gaze, Ning Chen smiled and nodded.
Xuanyue snorted coldly, withdrawn his gaze, ignored it.
Ning Chen smiled embarrassedly, standing honestly at the end, watching the struggle of the hundreds of people.
The royal family is strong, and there is not much room for the hundred families to fight, but as long as it can bring a little trouble to the Tianmo royal family, he is happy to see its success.
"Is there no one, then let me come."
At the moment when all the messengers of the Bai tribe lost their voices, a calm voice rang, and everyone's eyes moved, and a young man in Tsing Yi walked out, his face was handsome, quiet and peaceful.
"Cangming!"
Seeing the person who walked out, Xuan Ling's expression slightly condensed, trouble.
The Xiaoyue royal family is a large family lost to the Tianpeng family, even comparable to the royal family. The difference is that compared to the Tianpeng family, the Xiaoyue royal family is very low-key and rarely appears before people.
However, no one can do otherwise. The power of the Xiaoyue royal family, especially the young master of the contemporary Xiaoyue royal family, is even more unfathomable. For hundreds of years, it has not failed.
Seeing that the descendants of the Xiaoyue royal family walked out, the hearts of the messengers of the hundred tribes rose. If it is the Xiaoyue tribe, it may really be able to defeat the prince and the queen.
"Seven Princes, how about some advice?"
Cangming looked at Xuan Ling at the forefront of the princes and said.
The word fell, everyone on the scene was shocked and challenged the royal prince? Is this descendant of Xiaoyue royal family crazy?
The three princes of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, the crown princes Xuan Zhen and the third prince Xuan have already entered the realm of kings for many years, and their strength is immeasurable. Even the seventh prince Xuan Ling, who has the shortest years of cultivation, is infinitely close to the realm of kings, plus the inferiority of the Heavenly Demon The strength of his physical body, even if the king of his family, should avoid its sharp edge.
The front line of the princes and queens, Xuan Ling looked quietly at the young master Xiao Xiaoyue in front of him. After a while, he said, "I am willing to accompany you."
"Add some colored heads?" Cangming looked calm.
"Random." Xuan Ling said lightly.
"Since it is just a competition, there is no need to bet too much, how about one hundred thousand immortal jade?" Cangming said.
The words fell, and the messengers of the hundred races were shocked again. Hundred thousand immortals, are you crazy!
The immortal jade is precious and non-renewable. Even the royal family is unlikely to have much storage. The master Xiaoxiao clan is so generous, is it true that he is so confident in his own strength?
"Yes!"
Xuan Ling nodded his head gently, without hesitation, he should go directly.
"Please Devil Emperor Grace!"
See Xuan Ling promised, Cang Ming looked at the three of the three emperors, respectfully said.
"Precise!"
In front of the Kun-Imperial Palace, the majestic voice passed down and said calmly.
In front of the Eight Emperors Palace, the Emperor Eight Emperors raised their hands, the small world appeared, and the Wanli Desert manifested above the void, providing a battlefield for the two.
Raised his hands to open the sky, and the power of the world shocked everyone in the room. The way of the emperor is beyond words.
Under the nine thousand stone steps, Xuan Ling and Cang Ming stepped on their feet at the same time, stood up and swept towards the sky.
The sky over the Wanli desert, the two figures swept to them, Ling Li sandstorm, his expression condensed.
"please!"
Didn't say much. After the greeting, the two moved at the same time, thundered quickly, and collided.
When confronted each other, it was white-hot, and the two figures were continuously intertwined.
Is not a king, two people who are comparable to the king, the avatar thunder and sway, it is fast and fast to perish.
Below, the messengers of the Bai Clan watched the fierce battle above, and the waves in their hearts kept surging. Is this the strength of the descendants of the Xiaoyue Clan?
"Sirius Howling Moon"
Confronted each other, Cang Ming sipped softly, mad at Jiu Xiao, a black hair danced violently, behind him, the reality manifested, a huge Sirius phantom appeared, and the sky shouted.
In an instant, across the world, the mad sand filled, the wind and the thunder, the terrifying impact erupted, and spread quickly.
Seeing Xuan Ling's appearance, his expression slightly condensed, stepped out in one step, a thousand-footed demon body appeared majesticly, and he punched out with a punch.
Double strokes collided, and the violent collision of ghosts and gods with a loud cry made the world around and the sand and waves rolled around.
Heaven's move, the aftermath dispersed, an amazing scene appeared in front of everyone. Among the two confronting people, the blood on Xuan Ling's chest gradually reflected, and it was dazzling.
Below, everyone was in an uproar, and no one expected that the Seventh Prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family would fall.
"Brother, will the old seventh lose?"
All the princes and queens were at the forefront.
"No, I can't lose!"
Xuan Zhen replied in a cold voice. As a royal prince, he must never lose to a foreigner. For whatever reason, Xuan Ling certainly had this consciousness.
Not far away, the look of Xuanyue also dimmed, and she did not expect that the Seven Emperor Brothers would fall into decline. Has the young master of the Xiaoyue Royal Family been so powerful?
Just as everyone was amazed at the bottom of the battle, over the desert of Wanli, the two met again, and the mad sand and waves continued to overturn, and the power became more terrifying.
Cangming the whole body, the faint wolf is lingering, one move and one type, all have the ability to tear the sky, as strong as the body of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family can't resist.
Ten battles, Xuan Ling's body has more and more scars. In the face of a stormy attack, the situation is more and more critical.
"Cover Cloud Hand!"
The two palms were handed over again, Xuan Ling held a palm, his right hand was condensed, and a tremendous move fell on the former chest.
Fighting tactics, unpredictable, one-handedness, several steps back.
Spilled blood, dyed red and cyan armor, Cangming look slightly dignified, the Prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, there really is no easy generation.
Opposite, Xuan Ling's body was shocked and unyielding, and his unyielding war spirit would never allow himself to be defeated by foreigners.
Below, Ning Chen watched the fight between the two, and his eyes flashed in condensed colors. The power of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family was not a coincidence.
Xuan Ling's strength is obviously different from that of Xiaoyue Clan's young master, but in this battle, Xuan Ling will not lose.
Is glorious in heart and spares both life and death. If all the warriors of the Heavenly Demon Clan have such a fighting spirit, the future war between the Human Race and the Heavenly Demon Clan will be extremely difficult.
In the desert of thousands of miles, the two men's battle has reached the most white hot, and the soul of the war, regardless of life and death, burns like the sun.
Cangming looks more and more dignified, and the situation of absolute suppression is gradually flattened.
Fist interlaced, majestic, the two received the same fist, blood spattered, miserable abnormal.
The accumulated injuries made the two people more and more chaotic. However, the two people were completely indifferent, the blood flow continued, and the offensive continued.
"Father Emperor!"
"Magic Emperor!"
Xuanqing and Xiaoyue clan emissaries walked out at the same time, opening their eyes and facing each other.
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Xuan Qing did not shirk, looked at the figure in front of Emperor Kun Yi's palace, and said, "Father and Emperor, this victory and defeat is hard to tell. If you continue to fight, I am afraid that the first division will be life and death.
The eyes of the messenger of the Xiaoyue clan flashed a different color, nodded, and respectfully saluted, "please order the emperor to stop Ge."
In front of the Kun Emperor's Hall, the first Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan looked at the battle on the Wanli Desert. After a long time, he said lightly, "Just!"
The voice fell, in front of the Hall of Seven Yao Emperors, not far away, waiting for a long time to raise his hand.
With a bang, in the desert of thousands of miles, the battle situation was separated by an imposing force, and two figures flew out from the sky.
The result of the draw is beyond everyone's expectations. The Xiaoyue royal family shocked the world in one battle.
"Royal Xiaoyue, within a hundred years, there is no need to come to the dynasty."
Kun Yi Emperor Hall, Kun Yi Mo Huang opened, calmly said.
"Thank you Devil Emperor!"
Under the nine thousand stone steps, the Xiaoyue clan messenger made another ceremony, thank you.
After many princes, Ning Chen glanced at the young master of the Xiaoyue royal family not far away, and his heart was full of waves.
On the other side, in the hands of a young man with scarlet gold, don't Yun Qingming, keep fighting.
"Wait for a moment, it will be our turn soon."
Xu Yao said softly and said.