Chapter 30: Furiously Killing the Peng Bird The Fury of Kunpeng!

On the vast and stretching mountains of Wuyi Mountain, there was a black light and a golden light, chasing each other at such terrifying speed that they even caused sparks to rub against the void.

Pengniao galloped for about a quarter of an hour, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

So what if your swordsmanship is unparalleled? In terms of speed, can you beat his Jiutian Kunpeng clan?

It's not like you want to follow him and eat ashes.

Pengniao was so happy that he couldn't help but turn around and saw Zhao Gongming following him closely a hundred miles away, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Pengniao was almost frightened out of his wits. The kid in front of him was a mere golden immortal, but he was not inferior to him in terms of speed?

It’s a fantasy, it’s simply unbelievable!

This is definitely a disciple trained by some monsters from the ancient times. Otherwise, there is no way he could be so powerful.

Pengniao was nervous, gritted his teeth, and with a bang, a drop of blood essence burned.

The terrifying essence and blood burned, and the speed suddenly became much faster.

The faint black light directly threw Zhao Gongming away.

"Burning the power of essence and blood is a bit interesting!"

Zhao Gongming looked relaxed and also accelerated with Pengniao.

With his heels and feet, plus the golden light from all over the ground.

Even if Taiyi's peak cultivator comes, he can't beat him in terms of speed.

Another quarter of an hour later, Pengniao saw that he still couldn't get rid of Zhao Gongming, gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"You dare to hurt me? Do you know my background?"

What responded to Pengniao was an extremely sharp sword energy.

"boom!"

The sword energy was ruthless, and it slashed hard at Pengniao's body, cutting off a large piece of flesh.

The thick blood flowed downwards as if it was free of charge.

The Pengniao trembled, and a shrill cry pierced the sky.

The huge pain made the bird unable to fly anymore and stopped directly in mid-air.

He stared at Zhao Gongming with a pair of black eyes, filled with blood, and spoke word by word.

"My father is the thirty-three-year-old demon master Kunpeng and a quasi-sage cultivator. If you kill me, my father will kill you no matter where you are in the world!"

Pengniao believed that as long as his father's name was used, no matter who it was, he would immediately stop and apologize to him.

"It turns out that he is the heir of the demon master Kunpeng. No wonder he has some tricks."

Zhao Gongming nodded lightly. In fact, when he heard Pengniao say the four words "Nine Heaven Kunpeng" on Wuyi Mountain, he had already made a vague guess in his heart.

Pengniao's words only confirmed Zhao Gongming's guess.

Pengniao couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that Zhao Gongming knew his father's name, and his face was no longer as ferocious as before.

"Since you know my father's name, why don't you let me go quickly? When I turn around, I will give you a few nice words in front of my father. Maybe you can also work as an errand in my great heaven."

Pengniao threatens and induces at the same time, obviously he has used it countless times.

"The reputation of Heavenly Court is indeed great, and the name of Demon Master is indeed as thunderous as ever."

Zhao Gongming smiled slightly, and then said, "But do you know who I am learning from behind?"

"Who?"

Pengniao said subconsciously.

"My master is one of the Three Pure Ones in Kunlun Mountain, the Supreme Purity Lingbao Tianzun."

Zhao Gongming held the immortal sword in his hand, and his aura changed. An extremely sharp aura came out of him. It was an indestructible sword heart.

"It's your honor to die under the sword made by my master."

When Zhao Gongming's voice fell, he gathered all his magic power and used his unparalleled sword to strike directly at the Pengniao.

"boom!"

This sword is unprecedentedly powerful and the true meaning of the terrifying swordsmanship.

It turned into the most violent storm in the world, directly swallowing the roc!

With one strike of the sword, Pengniao's huge innate body no longer had the strength to support it, and it hit the ground heavily.

With the death of Pengniao, on the thirty-third day, in a corner of the heaven, Demon Master Palace, Demon Master Kunpeng suddenly opened his eyes from his meditation!

A violent and ferocious aura, accompanied by the quasi-sage Dao Yun, impacted the nine heavens and ten lands, all over the world!

"Who dares to kill my legitimate son!!!"

The murderous intention on Kunpeng's face was undisguised, under the terrifying impact of Dao Yun.

The entire space in the Demon Master's Palace is constantly being annihilated into dust.

"Tianjishu, calculation!"

As soon as Kunpeng had an idea, he spit out a mouthful of blood essence and began to deduce it with the magic of heaven.

The infinite secrets are constantly being deduced along with Kunpeng's essence and blood.

Just when he was about to find out who Zhao Gongming was, suddenly, the top-quality innate spiritual treasure Karma Mirror on Zhao Gongming's body trembled slightly.

An infinite Tao Yun instantly enveloped Zhao Gongming.

That day, the machine scanned Zhao Gongming's body slightly and disappeared without noticing anything strange at all.

In Tongtian Court and Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng opened his eyes. Not only did his anger not diminish, but it became even more intense!

Just now, he used his supreme magic power to deduce, but he couldn't deduce any results.

There is no way to deduce where his son died, who did it, or how he died.

It was as if someone had directly wiped it away using supreme supernatural power.

A hint of gloom flashed across Kunpeng's gloomy face.

He couldn't deduce it using the magic of heaven, which proved that there were only two results.

The first result was that the monk who killed his son had a treasure hiding his secret!

The second result was that the monk who killed his son was at least a quasi-sage cultivator at the same level as him.

But there is no way the quasi-sage might be able to kill his son who is only in the Taiyi realm.

There was light constantly flowing in Kunpeng's gloomy eyes.

As one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng has many enemies.

But he went through it several times in his mind, and he didn't think who was the most suspicious.

Zhen Yuanzi?

Red cloud?

Or the guy from Styx?

Kunpeng shook his head and finally walked towards the last heaven of the thirty-three days.

In the hands of Demon Emperor Jun, there is a peerless treasure, the River Tuluo Book.

Based on deductions from He Tu and Luo Shu, we can definitely deduce the murderer of his son.

Kunpeng never takes revenge overnight. Whoever kills his son must pay with his blood.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from Wuyi Mountain, Zhao Gongming looked at Pengniao's body and directed the little black tiger to search him.

Little Black Tiger searched for a long time, but found nothing except some fairy grass spiritual roots.

"A poor guy."

Zhao Gongming curled his lips and fired a burst of magic at will, directly burning Pengniao's body into dust.

Now that the underworld has not yet been established, if the monk dies, then he is truly dead.

In addition, there is a cause and effect mirror covering up cause and effect, so he does not believe that Kunpeng can really find him.

"Let's go, the next stop is the backbone of the ancient world, Buzhou Mountain."

Zhao Gongming took the little black tiger with him, and after driving hundreds of thousands of miles with his golden light, he suddenly stopped.

Under the force of inertia, the little black tiger slammed into Zhao Gongming's back.

He knocked out a big bag and looked at Zhao Gongming with a resentful look.

Zhao Gongming ignored the little black tiger, but checked the innate Renshui flat peach tree rewarded by the system.