HongHuang I am The Demon Kunpeng

Boom!

When the incomparably bright rune light on the chest condensed again, the whole world seemed to have a different color at this moment.

A familiar scene reappeared. The bright totem on Kunpeng's chest, representing the power of the undead, released a color that made the whole world amazed!

The breath of old Granger appeared at this moment, as if it also heralded the arrival of the omen that this vein would return to the top of the continent!

When the half-sized undead around them turned into silhouettes again, Kunpeng and the three heard hysterical laughter from the two monsters in front of them.

"Boy, aren't you kidding me from the monkeys? Are you kidding us? Just get these little undead dolls out and play with our brothers?"

Kunpeng only smiled slightly and didn't do much nonsense, and just snapped his fingers at the two undead little guys beside him.

"hiss!"

The two little guys who were already eager to express themselves in front of the new king rushed up immediately, desperately locking on the silhouettes of the white tiger and hungry wolf in front of them and launching their powerful means of attack.

In an instant, an extremely cold and terrifying murderous aura quickly filled the air. Bai Hu was the first to feel that something was wrong, but when he wanted to resist, he found that it was too late.

"Do not!"

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Bai Hu was blasted hundreds of meters away, and the one who launched this wave of terrorist attacks on him was the smallest undead warrior among them.

At the same time, the hungry wolf beside him was completely dumbfounded. He never dreamed that this little undead warrior in front of him had a fighting power comparable to that of a white tiger. It was incredible!

"No, how is it possible, the undead family has already gone into decline back then, and it is impossible for such a terrifying fighting force to erupt. Who are you?"

Hungry Wolf was completely stunned, but what surprised him even more was behind him.

Because there was only one little guy who greeted the white tiger just now, and the one who greeted him at this time was the common handwriting of the remaining five undead warriors. When he realized that he was about to be unlucky, he had already been completely defeated by the undead warriors in front of him. surrounded.

"Brother, it's still too late to beg for mercy. Do you need to consider changing your attitude?"

"Change your uncle, see the trick!"

The white tiger seemed to be provoked, and suddenly let out a hysterical roar, and an incomparably rich blood-red mask emanated from the body, turning into a streamer and swooping down!

This time, when he locked the position of Kunpeng's main body, the surrounding blood light seemed to have its own soul-suppressing effect. All the restrictive means released on his main body during this process were automatically invalid!

That is to say, any target locked by this white tiger's peak posture must at least bear his explosive killing attack.

If you can bear it, it is easy to say, but if you can't bear it, this wave is really the rhythm of being taken away, and there is no chance to resist.

And the prey that can be regarded as the target of the attack by this white tiger, naturally most of the flesh is not enough to withstand his wave of extreme outbreaks.

Unfortunately, Kunpeng boss is an exception.

"Master, try to activate the undead guardian skills! You must know that the inheritance of the undead is not only as simple as summoning an attack, but a truly strong undead guardian is also a nightmare for the opponent!"

Hearing the voice of Granger's soul, Kunpeng immediately became alive, raised his hand and raised the lantern in his hand, and the dazzling Devourer's contract light burst out instantly, and the totem of the undead was instantly cast by Kunpeng!

At the same time, the white tiger's peak attack also rushed forward, and Kunpeng's undead possession state took effect.

In an instant, a huge white-boned undead soul several meters high was blessed on the surface of Kunpeng's body.

Hearing a creak, the white tiger, as humble and weak as a grasshopper in front of the giant bone undead, only felt that his sharp claws suddenly creaked, as if a wooden stick slammed into steel.

Squeak!

White Tiger's sharp-edged claws shattered, and his entire body flew backwards in pain and wailing. *