80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

The Great Sage of Pingtian, the Bull of Heaven, the Great Sage of Huntian, the Great Peng Demon King, the Great Sage of Yishan, the Dragon and Turtle King, the Great Sage of Ventilation and the Monkey King, the Great Sage of White Clothes, the Great Sage of Bai Zilong, and the Great Sage of Sleeping Cloud Mountain and Sea.

These six monsters and monsters surrounded the dragon tomb of the Flood Demon King. Seeing that the former brothers had become like this now, they were suppressed by thirty-six long swords, unable to move, and a burst of anger.

"This set of sword formations has suppressed you for decades, can't you break free?" asked the great sage, the Great Peng Demon King.

This is a tall man, with an aquiline nose, a ferocious face, thin, and a pair of sharp eyes, with the charm of a Dapeng bird.

The Great Sage Huntian also wanted to come to the Imperial Capital and join the Demon King to persecute the emperor of the world.

But as the Flood Demon King was suppressed, he fell silent, looking for a place where spiritual energy was surging, practiced quietly, and improved himself. Until now, everyone has gathered together.

"Although I was suppressed, the other party did not restrict me from absorbing spiritual energy, nor did it restrict me from improving myself and restoring my strength." The Demon King said.

"But the problem is, no matter how I break through or recover, I can't shake these thirty-six long swords of the magic path, and the power of this formation is constantly getting stronger." Demon King Jiao said bitterly.

"You mean that the person who suppressed you back then is gradually becoming stronger and still suppressing you?" asked the Great Sage Dragon Turtle King Yishan.

It did not change into a human form, but maintained its own body, a dragon tortoise, like a large grinding disc, and like a bull, it didn't like to be transformed into a human form.

"Yes, now I have recovered to the limitless realm, and I have already climbed ten steps. Over the past few decades, I have not dared to stop for a moment. I have worked hard to absorb the spiritual energy, and I have been practicing every moment, but I still can't compare. Go to him." Demon King Jiao was full of bitter tears, just saying that, he wanted to cry.

He was very aggrieved by being suppressed by the sword formation for decades and unable to move.

In his heart, he hated Lin Jiufeng to death.

But on the other hand, he clearly felt that with his improvement, Lin Jiufeng's strength was also increasing, making him insurmountable and unable to break free.

He was afraid of Lin Jiufeng.

If you say this, I am afraid that the masters of the previous era will die of laughter.

The most arrogant and arrogant Flood Demon King in the Seven Great Sages of Demons, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, is actually afraid of a new era person?

It's magical to say it.

But the Demon King was afraid.

The Venerable Great Holy Ape Monkey King was all purple, and suddenly grabbed a magic sword directly, exerting all his strength, his muscles bulging, and he gritted his teeth.

"Get up for me!" The Venerable Great Saint Ape and Monkey King said nothing, and directly helped the Jiao Demon King draw his sword to save the Jiao Demon King.

But he tried his best to suck the milk, but he still didn't pull it out.

The thirty-six magic swords inserted into the Demon King Jiao could not be pulled out at all.

"This requires everyone to pull it out together. It is very difficult to pull it out individually. You fight against this formation alone. I have tried countless times, but it doesn't work at all." The Demon King said immediately.

If one person could pull it out, the Great Sage Qingtian Manniu would have rescued him long ago.

"Then let's go together and rescue the Flood Demon King. Even if he did something wrong, he was punished for decades. Now it's time to let it go." Bai Zilong, the great saint in white, said in a deep voice. Dressed in white, he is a descendant of humans.

But in his body, there is still the blood of the demon clan, but it is hidden deeply.

The Great Sage of Sleeping Clouds, Mountains and Seas, the Great Sage of Pingtian, the Bully Bull, the Great Sage of Huntian Dapeng, the Great Sage of Yishan, the Dragon Turtle King, and the Great Sage of Ventilation and Monkey King all grabbed a few long swords, and then used force together.

Boom!

The Wei water boiled, rolled up, and drowned the dragon tomb, and the Flood Demon King was also exerting his strength.

"Break it for me!!!"

The seven great sages roared together and made concerted efforts to exert their milk-feeding strength, and their whole body was shaking with true energy.

The Thirty-Six Swords of the Devil's Way trembled and loosened a little, and cracks appeared in the Dragon Tomb.

The Demon King hidden inside saw the dawn.

The day of his unblocking is just around the corner.

Ten thousand miles away, in the cold palace of the imperial capital, Lin Jiufeng stood with her hands behind her back and looked towards the Wei River.

Boom!

The tides of spiritual energy between the heavens and the earth are rolling and roaring, which cannot be seen by the ordinary naked eye, but with a higher cultivation base, you can see it.

The seven great sages of demons, seven terrifying beings, are trying their best to break free from the prison that Lin Jiufeng laid down decades ago.

Lin Jiufeng looked at the void, and above the Weishui, there was a green ox mooing, a roc spread its wings, a dragon tortoise suppressed it, and a monkey roared...

The seven great sages of the monster are all exerting their strength, showing their abilities, and trying to help the Jiao Demon King get out of trouble.

The little white cat rested on his shoulder and said, "They are going to break free from your thirty-six swords of the devil's way. What are you not doing?"

Lin Jiufeng looked at them like this, shook her head and said, "If this is the only way, they will not be able to break free from the thirty-six swords of the devil's way."

The thirty-six swords of the magic path are not just as simple as long swords.

The combined formation can summon a dragon.

When the dragon appeared, they couldn't resist.

Lin Jiufeng watched calmly.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Sure enough, as Lin Jiufeng's voice landed, the magic dragon really appeared.

Thirty-six long swords of the devil's way vibrated in unison, converging into a dragon, fierce and vicious, his eyes were cold, he roared loudly, and then swept his tail.

Bang bang bang!

The six people in the Seven Great Sages were swept away directly. In front of the Demon Dragon, the Demon Seven Great Sages who had not fully recovered their strength were not worth mentioning.

puff!

The six big demons vomited blood together, watching in shock, completely unbelievable.

It's just a formation, and it's useless for them to shoot together.

Instead, they were swept away by this formation.

Many experts watched this scene and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This Ascension God Dynasty does not seem to be that simple.

"What kind of terrifying formation is this?" The Great Saint Dapeng Demon King said in shock.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, stood up, looked in horror, and dared not move forward easily.

This is horrible!

The Flood Dragon King, who was suppressed below, was also miserable at the moment, as if back to that day, Lin Jiufeng Sword suppressed the Flood Dragon, and it was powerless to fight back.

"The power of this sword formation increases with the strength of the master of the sword formation." The Great Holy Dragon Turtle King Yishan said in shock. He only remembered at this moment, how powerful is the master of this sword formation?

"There is no hope for the Demon King to come out." The Great Sage Pingtian said bitterly.

The other great saints were silent.

They have done their best just now, and they have all shaken thirty-six magic swords. Almost pulled it out.

But when the dragon appeared, everything was over.

They couldn't shake the thirty-six long swords of the devil's way, plus Lin Jiufeng's current strength, combined with the birth of the devil dragon.

"Could it be that I really can't get out?" The current psychological shadow of the Flood Demon King is infinitely huge, and one or two drops of Jiaolong's tears fall.

The demon doesn't cry easily, but it's just not when it's sad.

Lin Jiufeng, who was far away in the cold palace of the imperial capital, saw this scene and shook her head helplessly: "This strength is too weak."

"Then continue to suppress." The little white cat said indifferently.

"No need, continuing to suppress will waste my thirty-six swords of the devil's way." Lin Jiufeng shook his head and made a move with one hand. This time, he took the initiative to release the Demon King.

Wei River, Dragon Tomb.

The thirty-six magic swords were trembling and shaking, and in the incredible expressions of the seven great saints, they took the initiative to untie the formation.

Ka Ka Ka!

Thirty-six magic swords flew directly into the sky, disappeared in a flash, and disappeared in the direction of the imperial capital.

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