How could an outsider take the feast of the ten little kings?

Long Xiang could not bear it.

What's more, Jun Xiaoyao killed Long Kun before, so it can be said that he has already forged an enmity with the corpse dragon clan.

At this moment, Long Xiang shot.

He knew that Jun Xiaoyao's physical body was weird and mighty. Even the dragon flesh body was equivalent to nothing in front of him.

Therefore, Long Xiang did not choose to fight melee, but displayed the supernatural power of the corpse dragon.

"The mountain of bones!"

Long Xiang's voice fell, and the aura of death rose all over his body, accompanied by dragon aura.

A white bone dragon phantom appeared, coiled in the void, and turned into a forest-white mountain of white bones, with a mighty force, as if it could suppress everything.

This is the great supernatural power of the corpse dragon clan. It is extremely powerful and has a spirit of shattering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, pressing against Jun Xiaoyao.

When Jun Xiaoyao saw it, his expression was plain, and the idol's prison force was urged to the extreme. The surging blood surged into the void and turned into a golden idol that suppressed the world.

The golden idol and the bone mountain crashed together in the void.

Like ten thousand big stars exploded, a wave of terrifying mana energy raged across the ten directions, and the entire Soul Burial Mountain was roaring and shaking!

In such an extreme collision, the mountain of bones was directly crushed.

Jun Xiaoyao sacrifices the king's seal with one hand, and shoots it with one seal, as if the emperor is coming, suppressing everything with one hand.

With a chirp, Long Xiang was shot directly by Jun Xiaoyao, his chest and ribs creaked.

Fortunately, Long Xiang is a corpse dragon, with a strong body, otherwise, it may be solved like the eight-armed spider demon's Tianjiao, and it will be killed by a palm.

Seeing that Long Xiang was hit hard by a single move, one after another inhalation sounded.

Everyone's eyes widened, unbelievable.

Long Xiang is much better than Fallen Feather Saint Child.

"Don't be crazy!"

The king of the Blood Fiend clan gave a cold cry and also shot.

It is rumored that this clan was born out of a drop of demonic blood, and its origin is extremely mysterious and terrifying.

Between the arrogance of the blood evil clan raised his hand, a sea of blood overturned.

That is the talented supernatural power of the blood evil clan, it is buried in a sea of blood!

Jun Xiaoyao saw this, and the endless sacred fire leaped up all over his body. Between raising his hands, colorful flames rushed out, it was Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Yan!

Jun Xiaoyao is based on the fire of Tuoshe Gudiyan, so you can naturally control Tuoshe Gudiyan.

"That's Emperor Yan!"

The blood of the evil clan Tianjiao's face changed drastically.

For their family, the most feared energy is thunder, flames, and so on.

In the Burial Ground of Eternity, almost all the creatures are of the cold attribute, and there are not many creatures controlling the thunder flame.

It is precisely because of this that the Blood Fiend clan can dominate the eternal burial ground.

But now, the Emperor Yan sacrificed by Jun Xiaoyao is simply against the blood evil clan.

Tuo She Gudi Yan collided with the sea of blood, and whispered white smoke.

This frightening sea of blood does not pose any threat to Jun Xiaoyao at all.

Jun Xiaoyao also refers to the sword, and a slaying fairy sword tactic comes out.

The Blood Fiend Clan Tianjiao dodges hurriedly, but is still hit by the Slaughter Immortal Sword Art, throwing an arm out.

Blood Fiend Clan Tianjiao, also defeated and retreated.

The third challenged Ten Xiao Wang Tianjiao, lost again!

"Is this the level of the Ten Little Kings of Burial Land? It really disappoints this god." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

He didn't want to show this kind of crushing posture, because it was boring.

Unfortunately, no one can make him do more.

For Jun Xiaoyao, this is not even a warm-up.

The burial creatures who participated in the feast, their expressions were extremely humiliating!

The top ten little kings in their minds were scorned by an outside world arrogant.

The ten little kings present all looked extremely cold.

Langhuan alone, she didn't get angry because of Jun Xiaoyao's words.

Women, I worship the strong.

Jun Xiaoyao showed invincible courage, the more obsessed Langhuan was.

Even when she looked at Mo Ling and other creatures, there was an undisguised disgust in her beautiful eyes.

She is ashamed of being with Mo Ling and others, and she doesn't even want to be with them and be called the Ten Little Kings.

Seeing Langhuan's eyes, Mo Ling immediately exploded, his mind was hot, and he couldn't help but shoot.

Seeing Mo Ling's move, Tianjiao, who refining the corpse sect, also coldly yelled: "Don't hesitate, everyone, just take action, suppress him first!"

The corpse refining sect's Tianjiao also shot.

Following Mo Ling and Tianjiao Refining Corpse Sect, the other ten little Wang Tianjiao who hadn't shot also shot one after another.

What kind of face, now I can't take care of it, suppressing Jun Xiaoyao is the most important thing.

Even if they fight on wheels, they cannot defeat Jun Xiaoyao individually.

The only reliance now is the number advantage.

Although this will be criticized, it is better than being humiliated by Jun Xiaoyao.

"One of the illusions of the weak is that they think that they can win by grouping together."

Looking at the ten little kings who rushed up, Jun Xiaoyao had condescending contempt in his eyes.

If there are hundreds of Tianjiao at the rank of Ten Little Kings, it might really bring some trouble to Jun Xiaoyao.

But with these few people coming together, to Jun Xiaoyao, there is no difference.

"The devil swallows the sky!"

Mo Ling displayed the magical powers of his family. Behind him, the black mist filled up, and a semi-illusory phantom of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Python emerged.

Between the opening of his mouth, it seemed that he could swallow a piece of sky.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and resisted with God-Swallowing Devil Skill, and black swallowing vortices emerged one after another. The energy of devouring refining was not weaker than Mo Ling's talented magical power~www.mtlnovel.com~ At the same time, the corpse refiner Tianjiao also took action. The coffin beside him opened, and an ancient corpse covered in black hair appeared.

The ancient corpse was filled with a sense of hardness, and the physical body alone was comparable to a person in the virtual **** realm.

This is also the reason why Tianjiao of Refining Corpse Sect can be ranked among the ten little kings.

His own cultivation level is small perfect in the Divine Fire Realm, not outstanding, but relying on an ancient corpse, it is enough to crush most Tianjiao.

The ancient corpse stretched out his hands, his ten-finger nails were as sharp as black spikes, cutting through the void, and slammed towards Jun Xiaoyao.

The other ten little Wang Tianjiao also shot one after another.

All kinds of powerful methods are displayed.

Such a sight shocked everyone present.

Ten little kings, high above, each one is enough to sweep one side.

Who has ever seen it before, ten little kings will join forces and attack one person.

This is almost unprecedented.

"This gentleman's Tianjiao, even if it loses, it's not an injustice." Inspired by the burial native said.

"Yes, even if he is suppressed, he will be famous. After all, it was a few ten little kings who shot together to suppress him."

Everyone present felt that even if Jun Xiaoyao was defeated, it was still a glorious defeat.

However, what happened next was unexpected to everyone.

It can be said that it subverted their cognition!