Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

At the same time, a series of spirit beast phantoms appeared, among which there were many beast god-level beasts, and they roared towards Xiao Tai.

The corners of Xiao Tai's mouth rose: "Just this extent?" I'm afraid it's not enough, do you want to stop calling someone? Someone

roared lowly: "Don't talk big, Meng Qing's loyal dog, watch me beat you to death and then kill your master, see how rampant he is!"

The little lady immediately slapped over: "Are you a dog, your whole family is a dog!" "

Boom!

Those martial arts fell one after another, and the spirit beasts were intertwined, and the momentum was terrifying.

Many true gods struck, and there was even a fault in that space, the spiritual energy was intercepted, the various mysteries conflicted with each other, and everything within a few meters was shattered!

The slapped's anger continued: "If this dog thing dies like this, it's really cheap for him, I really want to break every bone in his body, and then slowly torture him to death!" The

smoke and dust cleared, and Xiao Tai stood there intact: "Your grandfather is not dead yet, come, I want to know how you plan to break every bone in my body!"

Its voice was extremely cold, and the palm reached out, grabbed the man's head, and the palm was so strong that there was a sound of a skull breaking, followed by the sound of a watermelon being broken.

A divine spirit was detained, and Xiao Tai did not swallow it immediately, but put it in a small bottle.

Some of the True Gods who had just made a move felt bad, quickly retreated, and asked in shock:

"This is impossible, even if you are the Ultimate True God, it is impossible to withstand the joint attack of so many True Gods without defense!"

Xiao Tai stepped out, and the distance opened by the true god Fang retreating with all his strength seemed to not exist, and he pinched the real god's neck:

"Run? Where do you want to run? Hell? I'll give you a hand. The

cold sound of the wind came, and a viper with fancy colors climbed on Xiao Tai's whole body and bit towards its neck.

A cold light appeared in Xiaotai's eyes:

"Do you think it is useful?"

The palm flipped, and in an instant, thousands of divine soul blades formed, and the fangs of the spirit snake were like brittle objects in front of this blade, and they were gently cut off.

The spirit snake was dismembered, its owner's eyes widened, and when he just wanted to resist, he only felt that the force on his neck was extremely great, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, and his eyes were black.

Two more divine souls to start.

"Forget it, let's tell you the truth, just recently I found out that the attack of Reiki on me is very limited, unless it is much stronger than me, you want to kill me, just think about it!" Xiao Tai told the truth, and shot one after another, harvesting all the remaining true gods.

This completely calmed the remaining gods.

Whether it is those lobbyists or watching the excitement or the real god with thoughts, all of them are honest, and the atmosphere does not dare to come out with one.

Deep in the mountains, Meng Qingpan sat in the ancient well, enjoying the bombardment of heavenly thunder.

In just a few days, his skin has undergone continuous polishing from destruction to regeneration.

From the outside, his skin is exceptionally slender, and there are imprints condensed by faint light under his skin!

As the aura surged, he seemed to have triggered the thunder slurry in the surrounding puddles!

He walked out of the ancient well and put his palm into the puddle without protection, and immediately there was a tingling sensation, and in a short time, a tingling pain came!

Although he was not completely resistant to these thunders, he was sure that even if all the thunders in these puddles slammed into him, he would not be in a big deal.

Of course, only he could cultivate this cultivation method.

After all, not everyone can possess such a heaven-defying martial art as the Law of Immortality!

He didn't think much about it, but sat down cross-legged and took out all the resources stored in the mustard bracelet.

He is ready to attack the false gods here.

If others were here, they would definitely be scared to death by this crazy move, without him, after reaching the realm of gods, every breakthrough would be accompanied by calamity, and cultivation in extreme situations full of heavenly thunder was even more death-seeking!

But Meng Qing didn't have such worries, on the contrary, he wanted to use thunder to stabilize his foundation!

One by one, when the spiritual energy in his body accumulated to a certain extent, the meridians seemed to become a torrent, and the spiritual energy rushed wildly in it, and the origin qi was even active a lot!

From a distance, he practiced here like an old monk, and the thunder was rolling around him, and when the extremely violent thunder fell into the surrounding puddles, it was inevitable that many splashes hit him, but he didn't care.

It's a matter of course.

Three days later, the little lady on the periphery sat on the ground, grabbed the Divine Soul Treasure Medicine and chewed it without any image, and the scattered aura made the hearts of many warriors who had no resources like a knife.

Cow chewing peonies are not so wasteful!

It's excessive.

Many true gods had already accepted their fate, and simply sat here to cultivate, intending to leave immediately after the surrounding prohibitions were lifted.

"Every time the ancient well is open for half a month, and now it is halfway through, and it is really painful to see the days when you can't eat it." There is a true god who complained.

In the distance, Xiao Tai heard this, and gently picked her teeth with the end of a divine soul treasure medicine:

"Where is this, don't be in a hurry to be sad now, this kind of time will be long in the future."

Many true gods were speechless, is this what a beast can say?

He glanced at the two Han who were shrunk in the distance and often looked here at the two who didn't know what they were plotting, his eyes turned and he thought of an idea:

"It's better like this, everyone is bored anyway, then I will make you active, if you can join hands to kill Zhihan or Zeng Yin, I will let you enter here to cultivate, how?"

A true god immediately retorted:

"Forget it, who knows if you say it for fun or if you really plan to do it."

The others nodded one after another, and some true gods even roared lowly: "You guys are too much! Even if Meng Qing really got the supreme personal letter, it couldn't be so! Kills are not shameful!

Xiao Tai nodded and said approvingly: "There is still a bit of blood, it can become a big thing!" "

Boom!

The heavenly thunder in the rear fell, like a silver long sword cutting through the heavenly curtain, and the whole ground shook gently when it fell to the ground!

A figure rose up in the air, he seemed to pull thunder, a large net was dragged behind him, he was like a giant holding a peerless weapon in both hands, wanting to compete with the sky!

Thundered!

The thunder above changed.

The dark clouds turned pitch black, and the silver-white thunder light turned crimson, like a crimson brute dragon floating in the clouds!

The thunder fell, as if the Heavenly God threw his killing halberd, using the Heavenly Dao to kill Meng Qing!

Rumble!

When the two forces collided, Meng Qing fell straight down with a bang, and his aura weakened to the extreme in an instant.

Deep in the mountains, Meng Qing covered his faintly painful ears, and then looked at the scarred body, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"What is the origin of this red thunder, it seems that you still can't be careless." He muttered to himself.

He successfully ascended to the Pseudo-God Perfection, and he wanted to fly above to pretend to force this matter to be over, but that Crimson Thunder almost didn't kill him!

Fortunately, he was in a hurry and brought the thunder to the many puddles below, greatly dispersing the power.

If not, it will definitely be hit hard.

He shook his head slightly, but in a blink of an eye, he saw some crimson substance in those puddles.