Ming Dong looked around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue gown appearing quietly in front of him, staring at him with evil eyes.
On the body of this man in green shirt, Mingdong felt a terrifying aura like a stormy sea. In front of this aura, he not only felt his hands and feet were cold, but his whole body was also chilly, and his entire body was also shaken by this terrifying aura. Unable to move under pressure.
The five great generals standing behind Ming Dong gritted their teeth one by one and wanted to put on the hidden armor of the generals. However, under the aura of the man in green shirt, this should have been extremely easy for them. The movement is extremely difficult.
In front of this man in green shirt, they were as weak as ants, unable to even escape.
This middle-aged man wearing a green gown is clearly the Qingpeng King.
When King Qingpeng stopped Mingdong, figures were flickering in the surrounding void. A strong man from the Beginning Realm appeared as if teleporting, and safely picked up the peerless God King in his family, for fear of suffering disaster in the fish pond.
Before leaving, many powerful people in the Beginning Realm glanced at Ming Dong with sympathy. In their view, Ming Dong's fate could be imagined after offending King Qingpeng.
In an instant, all the peerless god kings who came out alive from the Canghai Divine Palace were picked up, leaving only Ming Dong and the five great god generals staying here.
It's not that they don't want to leave, it's that under the pressure of King Qingpeng's momentum, they can't move at all, and they can't leave even if they want to.
There was already blood overflowing from the corner of Ming Dong's mouth. His condition had not yet returned to its peak. If he withstood such a powerful aura impact at this moment, he would immediately show signs of exhaustion, and there would be a tearing pain all over his body.
"Since my disciple Mo Cheng died at your hands, no matter where you come from, you can't escape death." King Qingpeng said coldly. Mo Cheng, the disciple he valued most and had high expectations for, died in the hands of Ming Dong. , naturally made him hate Ming Dong extremely, and he did not want to take Ming Dong's life so easily, and had already decided in his heart to torture him with the most cruel means.
"Prince Peng is so angry." At this moment, a soft and very pleasant voice came, and the graceful Eighth Prince of Bishengtian Palace, wearing a long red dress, came walking on lotus steps. , her steps seemed neither urgent nor slow, but with just one step, she crossed a long distance and appeared in front of Ming Dong as if teleporting.
With the arrival of His Highness the Eighth Prince, Ming Dong suddenly felt that the vast and terrifying aura had disappeared without a trace. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately felt his whole body shaken and collapsed, almost losing his balance on his feet.
"Are you meddling in other people's business again?" King Qingpeng's face darkened, and he stared sharply at His Highness the Eighth Prince of Shengtian Palace, his anger rising.
Previously, His Highness the Eighth Prince of Shengtian Palace wanted to take Yun Xiaoyan away. For His Highness's sake, he gave His Highness a face.
But at this moment, facing the murderer who killed his disciple, His Highness the Eighth Prince of Bishengtian Palace planned to interfere again, which made his face as gloomy as water.
"These are our people from the Shengtian Palace. Could it be that Senior King Peng wants to become our enemy from the Shengtian Palace? Senior King Peng should think twice." His Highness the Eighth Prince had a calm demeanor, but secretly, he was already thinking about it. The unique secret of Shengtian Palace is calling from afar: "Senior Sister"
"What, this Mingdong is actually from Bishengtian Palace?"
"No wonder even King Qingpeng's disciples dare to kill him. It turns out that Shengtian Palace is behind it."
"The Eighth Prince of Shengtian Palace has come forward. Now I don't know what King Qingpeng should make."
"King Qingpeng has a great reputation. He is a very difficult person to talk to. He also masters Qingpeng's movement skills and has unparalleled speed. He is very difficult to mess with. Looking at the holy world, there are few people who dare not give Prince Qingpeng face. people"
In the distance, the powerful people in the Beginning Realm who were originally indifferent to Ming Dong began to pay attention to Ming Dong with the appearance of His Highness the Eighth Prince Shengtian Palace. Their eyes looked back and forth between King Qingpeng and His Highness the Eighth Prince, showing interest. color.
On one side is a famous tycoon in the Holy Realm, and on the other side is His Highness the Eighth Prince of Shengtian Palace. Both sides have great backgrounds, which makes many powerful people in the Beginning Realm look forward to whether there will be a collision between them.
"He killed my most proud disciple. Your Highness the Eighth Prince should know very well about my temper. Do you really want to protect this person?" King Qingpeng had no expression on his face, and the aura from his body erupted like a mountain torrent, making the stars dim. , the surrounding void is collapsing.
And he stood in the cracks in the void that were constantly cracking and healing, staring coldly at His Highness the Eighth Prince, without any intention of giving in.
"It's no wonder that King Qingpeng is so unruly and unruly that even the Shengtian Palace can't intimidate him."
"Although the strength of King Qingpeng is far from invincible, his speed is unparalleled in the world. In today's Bishengtian Palace, except for His Highness, the rest of the people do not have the slightest power to intimidate King Qingpeng. Because even if he can't defeat him, if he insists on leaving, no one can stop him."
Many powerful people in the Beginning Realm were conversing through sound transmission, and many of them looked at King Qingpeng with deep fear and fear in their eyes.
"It turns out that you are Mo Cheng's master, King Qingpeng. The Canghai Palace itself is a place full of disputes. Your apprentice died in my hands. The only thing to blame is his own lack of strength and no one else. You said you are the best. Isn't it too shameless for a strong man to lower his status to attack a junior like me for the sake of a useless disciple?" Ming Dong stared at King Qingpeng and drank, showing no fear, and even more so in his words. With half respect.
"Be bold!"
King Qingpeng shouted loudly and was contradicted in public by a junior who looked like an ant. This made his face turn livid. A dazzling green light suddenly erupted from his body, condensing into a huge wing. The wings were like knives, with Slashing forward with a terrifying power that could destroy the world.
His wings condensed with cyan light and shadow were naturally used to deal with His Highness the Eighth Prince of Bi Sheng Tiangong who stood in front of Ming Dong.
In full view of the public, he naturally did not dare to actually hurt His Highness the Eighth Prince Shengtian Palace. Therefore, the power of the wings was only to entangle His Highness the Eighth Prince. The means to deal with Ming Dong came from the wings, which were completely controlled. Feathers formed by cyan light.
It looks like a piece of feathers, but it is also like a piece of scales, splitting the void all the way and shooting towards Mingdong as fast as lightning.
"King Qingpeng, how dare you!" His Highness the Eighth Prince of Shengtian Palace shouted loudly, his voice no longer gentle, but filled with an air of hostility and murderous intent.
Because she was unable to stop the feather that shot towards Ming Dong. She could only watch helplessly as the feather shot towards Ming Dong at an incredible speed.
However, at this moment, the space around Mingdong's body suddenly became distorted. When the feather that King Qingpeng shot towards Mingdong came into contact with the distorted space around Mingdong, its speed stopped abruptly and it was hard. There was a sudden pause.
Immediately, this twisted space suddenly cracked, and a jade hand as white as mutton fat reached out from it, and moved towards the Qingpeng King's seal with a light palm.
Suddenly, the void trembled violently, and the laws of the three thousand avenues were disturbed and became chaotic.
This seemingly ordinary palm contained terrifying power that could tear the world apart and interfere with the Three Thousand Rules.
