The tyrant Behemoth is violent and unparalleled, attacking ferociously and continuously. Its absolute power has a time limit. It has been used for nearly ten minutes before. Now it is re-activated. The remaining time is only about twenty minutes. It must be divided within these twenty minutes. Win or lose.
Ansheng did not attack the monk-clothed skeleton together with the tyrant Behemoth. He had been watching from the side, seemingly observing and looking for opportunities.
Zhou Wen fought with the golden-winged bird. The dragon wings behind his back vibrated, and the two war-god halberds attacked him from left to right. The golden sword in his hand also continued to emit golden light.
But the speed of the golden-winged bird was so fast that Zhou Wen's vision could not keep up with its movements. Before he could see clearly what was happening, he heard a click, and a golden war-god halberd was caught by its claws. Hold on, under the force of the sharp claws, the golden war-god halberd immediately broke into pieces.
Zhou Wen had no time to grieve over the death of the Golden God of War Halberd, so he used the speed of the Flying Immortal from Heaven to the extreme and quickly escaped into the distance.
If Tyrant Behemoth is absolute power, then this golden-winged bird is absolute speed. Before Zhou Wen flew out for a long time, it had already caught up with him.
Without even thinking about it, the pupils in Zhou Wen's eyes condensed with a strange brilliance, making one of Zhou Wen's eyes seem to turn into a mirror as he looked at the golden-winged bird.
The golden-winged bird seemed to be aware of the danger. The mysterious ancient texts on its wings flickered and disappeared from Zhou Wen's sight.
Bang!
Zhou Wen felt like he was hit hard on the back, and his body hit the ground like a meteor, knocking a big hole out of a palace made of gold.
The golden-winged bird was even more ferocious. With a flash of its body, it grabbed another golden halberd flying in the air and cut it into several pieces in an instant.
Zhou Wen got up from the ground, only to feel unbearable pain on his body, but he was not too seriously injured, and the substitute charm placed next to him had been shattered into ashes.
"Fortunately, I brought a substitute talisman to save my life. If I had known this, I should have drawn a few more pictures." Zhou Wen was secretly frightened. If he didn't have a substitute talisman to save his life, even if he didn't die, the six-winged guardian dragon would be dead.
Unfortunately, the stand-in talisman is too difficult to draw. Success or failure all depends on fate. After Zhou Wen drew so many, he was lucky enough to succeed in this one.
Later, he drew many more pictures, but none of them were successful. Zhou Wen became a little impatient and started to draw again.
After the golden-winged bird broke off the golden Ares Halberd, a pair of blood-cold eyes looked into the hole in the palace, its wings vibrated again, and its figure disappeared in an instant.
"Fuck your sister." Zhou Wen's heart was throbbing and he had goosebumps. Knowing that the danger was approaching, he did not dare to hesitate any longer and summoned the young Zhulong.
The huge body of Zhulong's young son appeared, exploding the palace, and stared up at the sky.
Zhou Wen stood on top of its head and looked around with the ability to listen to earrings. He found that the golden-winged bird had already flown into the sky, apparently fearful of the appearance of the candle dragon.
But it only took a moment for the Garuda to become ferocious again. It flapped its wings and disappeared into a stream of light. It was so fast that its movement trajectory could not be seen at all.
"Zhulong!" Zhou Wen shouted.
In fact, without Zhou Wen's order, the candle dragon had already moved. The scales on its body were converging like eyelids, and rows of candle dragon eyes appeared all over its body, which was its Kaioh transformation.
Countless candle dragon eyes use the hole candle vision at the same time, just like countless mirrors opening at the same time.
Suddenly, Zhou Wen felt something strange. He turned around and saw that behind the candle dragon, the golden-winged bird appeared. The golden light all over its body flashed like a thunderbolt, its wings flapped wildly, and his face was full of horror. It seems to be contending with some invisible terrifying force.
But after just two struggles, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Zhou Wen saw the figure of a golden-winged bird appearing in some of the eyes behind the candle dragon. It was struggling and tumbling inside, and it took a while before disappearing.
The vision of the candle hole converged and exited the realm king state. The young son of the candle dragon collapsed, his strength was greatly reduced, and his combat effectiveness plummeted. He was probably only at the level of the six-winged guardian dragon, and he couldn't even use the vision of the candle hole.
Zhou Wen quickly took back Zhulong's young son, and must not let him take risks. This is Zhou Wen's most powerful trump card at present.
"What a big loss." Zhou Wen felt a little distressed.
I originally wanted to try to see if I could find a chance to kill Garuda, but I ended up losing a substitute charm and two golden war halberds.
Although Dongzhu Vision is powerful, nothing will be left after killing the opponent. It is too fatal. Zhou Wen is not willing to use this skill unless it is a last resort.
On the other side, the tyrant Behemoth kept bombarding the monk-clothed skeleton. The powerful force beat the monk-clothed skeleton back, and the bones were cracked.
However, the golden light on its body burned like a flame, but its body seemed to be immortal. It would recover immediately after being injured. Although the tyrant Behemoth had the upper hand, he was never able to kill it.
"Is the time limit for absolute power coming soon?" Zhou Wen calculated the time and found that there were about ten minutes left. However, looking at the current situation, the tyrant Behemoth might not be able to kill the monk-clothed skeleton in ten minutes.
Suddenly, An Sheng, who had been observing from the side, pressed his palm on the ground and disappeared like a ghost.
At this time, the tyrant Behemoth punched the monk-clothed skeleton back a few steps and staggered.
An Sheng strangely emerged from the ground behind the monk's skeleton, jumped up, and pointed his finger on the back of the monk's skull like a poisonous scorpion's tail needle.
A mysterious character was printed on the back of the monk's skull. Zhou Wen recognized it as the word "Zhen", which seemed to be one of the abilities of Love Letter.
Bang!
The crystals in the eye sockets of the monk's skeleton were shaken out by An Sheng's finger, and flew out and landed on the ground.
The golden flames on the monk's skeleton disappeared immediately, and the tyrant Beamon's attack had followed. The monk's skeleton raised its fist in panic.
Click!
Without the blessing of the crystal, the skeleton's hand bones were directly smashed by the tyrant Behemoth, and the body staggered back.
The violent tyrant Behemoth punched one after another, brutally bombarding the monk's skeleton. With just a few punches, the fist bones of the monk's skeleton were shattered.
The skeleton in monk's clothing was knocked to the ground. Tyrant Beamon pressed its sternum with one claw and slammed its skull with another claw. After a few punches, the skull of the monk's clothing was smashed.
The rampaging tyrant Behemoth lifted up the broken body of the monk's skeleton with one hand, put it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then swallowed it.
"Brother... you should first check to see if there are any companion eggs or anything left behind..." Zhou Wen was speechless. What kind of pets are these? Just kill them and swallow them without leaving anything behind.
But after swallowing everything, he couldn't spit it out. Zhou Wen could only run over quickly and pick up the crystal that An Sheng shook out of the eye socket of the monk's skeleton.
