Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

The Golden Thunder Tiger Saint was the first to change his moves. He twisted his palms and his entire body began to spin like a top, actually causing the huge body of the Three-Winged Yinglong to spin as well.

Suddenly, a violent ice and snow storm blew up in the ice valley, and the wind and frost it created forced the other people to quickly use their energy to resist it.

The three-winged Yinglong was dizzy from being spun around. It had never encountered such a powerful monster before. This seemingly "thin" Golden Thunder Tiger Saint was actually stronger than itself.

But the three-winged Yinglong was, after all, an ancient mythical beast and a real dragon that had practiced for thousands of years. It immediately raised its huge dragon tail and slammed it into the ground!

"boom!"

The dragon's tail penetrated several meters deep into the ice valley, and finally stopped rotating with the help of the power of the earth.

A look of surprise flashed across the eyes of the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint, but he immediately flew up and attacked, and a golden fist print that was a hundred times larger than his own fist slammed into the abdomen of the Three-Winged Yinglong.

The giant tail of the three-winged Yinglong was still stuck in the ground, and its whole body was unable to dodge. The golden fist print was extremely fast and hit the dragon's belly directly.

"puff!"

The three-winged Yinglong took the punch head-on, and its entire body was blown flying, with its tail pulled out from the ground. With such tremendous power, anyone present would be scared to death if hit by it.

Ximen Rufeng had already done some simple treatment for the injury on his right foot, but it was still excruciatingly painful. He knew very well that although the Three-Winged Yinglong was mighty and domineering, its ability to fight alone was far inferior to that of the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint, and his experience and scheming were even more incomparable. If the fight continued, he would most likely die on the spot.

Four people and one dragon fought fiercely for an hour, but they didn't hurt the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint at all.

Horror!

Seeing that his opponent did not attack, the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint pointed at Xuanyuan Changqing and asked, "Did you absorb its demon god inner elixir?"

Xuanyuan Changqing dared to take responsibility and said, "Yes."

Golden Thunder Tiger Saint nodded, "Okay, I will only take your life."

Xuanyuan Changqing was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt somewhat relieved. He patted Ximen Rufeng on the shoulder and slowly stood up.

"bring it on."

Xuanyuan Changqing held the red sword in his hand, ready to die.

The Golden Thunder Tiger Saint stopped talking, narrowed his eyes slightly, and two golden lightning bolts shot out instantly, all shooting towards Xuanyuan Changqing's eyebrows.

The target of this attack was relatively high. According to common sense, one could dodge it by simply squatting down. Xuanyuan Changqing also responded in this way. However, when he was about to bend his knees, he found that his muscles and bones were so numb that he could not control them.

"Is this... is this the power of the golden thunder..."

Xuanyuan Changqing had no time to dodge and could only use all his strength to cast "Thousand Miles of Ice" as quickly as possible to condense a palm-sized ice shield in front of him. However, due to the short time, it only condensed one meter before the golden lightning arrived.

Xuanyuan Changqing, who had absorbed the inner elixir of the ice demon god, greatly improved his "Nine-foot Ice" skill. The one-meter ice wall could already withstand most of the demon clan's attacks, but the opponent in front of him was a ninth-level demon saint after all, so he used 70% of his strength in this attack. The long stick-shaped "ice wall" was destroyed inch by inch by the golden light, and the ice chips shattered and instantly turned into water vapor.

All this happened in a flash, and Xuanyuan Changqing's feeling of numbness had not yet disappeared. It seemed that this "ice wall" only delayed death by one second.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a Buddhist name was solemnly chanted, and suddenly the Buddha's light shone above the ice valley, with a brilliant golden flame!

This chant of the Buddha's name contained the great power of Buddhism to strengthen the righteous and eliminate evil. When Xuanyuan Changqing heard this sound, his body immediately moved as usual and he quickly bent his knees and lowered his body.

The next moment, two golden lightning bolts shot past his head, directly knocking down the thick wall of the ice valley far behind him.

"Death to the evildoer!"

Thunder roared down from the sky, bringing with it a huge golden palm!

With a "bang", the golden palm came too suddenly, and the previous Buddhist chant affected the judgment of the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint. This palm hit its head solidly and went all the way to the ground!

A palm print pit more than three meters deep appeared on the ground. The Golden Thunder Tiger Saint was at the center of the palm, but his body was only slightly bent, as if he was not seriously injured.

Then, a group of masters came down.

When Ren Yugu and others saw this, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The monks in the front row were all dressed in golden robes. The one in the lead had white eyebrows, a flying beard covering his ears, and an ostentatious demeanor. He was none other than the head of the Demon Subduing Hall at the Jinchan Temple, Master Dusha!

On both sides of him stood two young monks, one big and one small, Yuan Xin and Yuan Chong, two of the "Three Saints of Golden Zen", and next to them were dozens of Golden Zen monks.

Further behind them were four elders including Zhan Shi from the Pijia Sect, as well as Cui Jiye and the Cui siblings from the Xuanshui Sect.

Master Dusha's profound skills and powerful aura temporarily intimidated the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint. With more and more masters' assistance, it also re-evaluated the situation and decided whether to fight to the death.

Although Master Dusha had never seen this golden guy before, it was not difficult to see from the injuries of Ren Yugu and the three young swordsmen how powerful this big demon was.

Young monk Yuan Xin quickly ran to Ximen Rufeng, who was the most seriously injured, and used his magic "Miraculous Hands to Bring Back Spring" to treat him. Although the broken leg could not be restored, the bleeding was finally stopped and the pain was relieved.

More than ten seconds passed, and there was still no trace in the deep pit created by the palm print. Could it be that the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint had escaped?

The four elders of the Pijia Sect immediately performed the "Armored Golden Body" technique, holding hands to form an indestructible golden shield of flesh. Master Dusha and Cui Jiye followed closely behind, and the six of them walked towards the deep pit together.

"Roar!"

As soon as he stuck his head out, a golden light flashed in the deep pit, and a huge monster flew out. Under the dazzling light, only six huge golden wings could be barely seen!

After the giant creature fell to the ground, the golden light dimmed slightly, and everyone could see clearly this time that the Golden Thunder Tiger Saint had revealed its second form, a six-winged flying tiger that was as big as the three-winged Yinglong!

Its morphological changes are completely opposite to those of the lion-tiger beast god.

Master Dusha and other masters were startled. The Golden Thunder Tiger Saint has activated its second form, which means it wants to fight to the end and fight to the death!

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At the same time, in the silver light illusion array.

Chen Qingzhou watched Qianyu struggling in pain, but there was nothing he could do. He could only hold her tightly to prevent her from hurting herself.

Li Hao said anxiously: "I just benefited a lot from being in the ice pond. You can try putting her in there. Maybe it will work!"

When Chen Qingzhou heard this, he realized there was no other solution. At least this ice pond could help people recover from injuries.

He immediately picked up Qianyu and jumped into the icy pond together.

Strangely enough, this ice pond looks very cold, but it is warm once you enter it, as if a group of internal martial arts masters are teaching you skills and activating your blood circulation.

Chen Qingzhou thought of Qianyu's experience after coming to Nanman. She had undergone a large-scale blood transfusion not long ago and her body has not fully recovered. Although this time it was a miracle of talent, no one knew whether her frail body could withstand it.