Villain: The Forbidden Zone Emperor's Son! Sleeping for Ten Thousand Years to Break the Divine

"How is this possible?!"

Jin Yu screamed in shock, and divine light rose from the broken wings.

He was using the recovery magic of the Jinpeng clan to restore the broken wings.

Soon, his broken arm was connected and restored to its original state in the golden divine mist.

This method is extraordinary, but the consumption is also extremely amazing.

The breath of the Golden Winged Little Peng King almost instantly wilted, and the golden feathers became dim and dull, and the power dropped a lot.

"Hehe, don't measure the depth of this young master with your short-sighted knowledge."

Long Aotian watched coldly and let Jin Yu recover from his injuries: "Now, are you willing to be my young master's mount?"

"Humph! Dream on! I, the Golden Winged Little Peng King, stand tall and upright, and would rather die than surrender. How can I be humiliated by others' crotch!"

Jin Yu roared, unwilling to surrender.

"Oh? Really? If so, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Long Aotian smiled evilly and attacked again.

The surging mana surged like a tide, roaring towards Jin Yu.

Boom!

Jin Yu's body flew sideways, blood gushed from his mouth, and a large number of feathers were knocked off his body, extremely miserable.

"Don't think I'll surrender!"

Jin Yu continued to scream unwillingly, crushing a mountain range in the distance.

Seeing this, Long Aotian moved his body and appeared directly above Jin Yu's head.

The mana turned into a giant hand and tore at his body.

Swish!

A large number of golden feathers flew and fluttered all over the sky, exposing Jin Yu's skin and flesh to the air.

"Ah! My hair!"

Jin Yu roared, feeling extremely ashamed. His lineage cherished its own feathers the most, but he didn't expect that he would be harmed by someone like this.

However, Long Aotian ignored Jin Yu's resistance and continued to tear off Jin Yu's remaining feathers.

The surrounding cultivators were also stunned.

The dignified Golden Winged Little Peng King was pinned to the ground and plucked. Who would dare to believe this? !

But no matter how much they disbelieved, the facts were unfolding before their eyes.

"Do you surrender?"

Long Aotian asked calmly while his hands kept moving.

"No!"

Jin Yu continued to be stubborn, with a tough attitude of preferring to die in glory rather than live in disgrace.

"Haha, okay."

Long Aotian's face did not change, but he moved even faster.

After a few breaths, the Golden Winged Little Peng King began to panic.

"Young Master Long! If you have the guts, we'll fight again another day!"

Long Aotian ignored him and continued to pluck his feathers.

Feeling that the feathers on his body were getting fewer and fewer, the arrogance in Jin Yu's eyes was finally replaced by panic.

"Stop! Stop plucking!"

He shouted loudly, with a hint of submission in his tone.

Long Aotian ignored him and continued plucking.

Seeing that his feathers were about to be plucked out by Long Aotian, the Golden Winged Little Peng King shed tears of humiliation.

Without the feathers to cover him, he felt like he was naked in front of everyone, which was even more painful than killing him.

"Stop! Stop plucking! If you pluck again, you will really be bald!"

Jin Yu cried and finally begged.

Most of his feathers had been plucked out, and the Golden Winged Dapeng, who was originally mighty and shining with divine light, looked like a boiled chicken.

Many cultivators were stunned when they saw this scene.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King, who was previously unruly and strong, was now like a featherless chicken, without any of the power of a top-level genius.

This change was shocking.

"Submitted?"

Long Aotian stopped his busy hands. He actually didn't mind making this guy into a pot of chicken soup to nourish himself.

"Submitted, submitted, as long as the young master doesn't pluck my hair, everything is fine, everything is fine."

Jin Yu wanted to cry but had no tears, so he chose to surrender.

What is this?

Being suppressed is fine, but his golden feathers were basically plucked out.

The most important thing is that the protector behind him also secretly asked him to surrender, and had no intention of helping him.

Under this double blow, he finally recognized the reality.

With Long Aotian's identity and background, even if he was killed, the Golden Winged Dapeng clan might not be able to retaliate.

The only thing to blame is that he was blind and kicked on the steel plate of Long Aotian.

But it was useless to say anything at the moment. He was crushed by Long Aotian and could not escape the fate of becoming a mount.

It's ridiculous that he had mocked the nine-headed lion before, but now he has fallen into the same situation.

"Well, I'm convinced."

Long Aotian smiled softly and released the restrictions on the Golden Winged Little Peng King.

At the same time, he planted a slave mark in the other party's brain palace, completely controlling Jin Yu's life and death.

"Go, when your hair grows back, come find me again."

After doing all this, Long Aotian waved his hand.

Although Jin Yu's injuries were not serious, his current image was too funny, and riding him out would also damage Long Aotian's face.

"Yes…”

King Xiaopeng responded, and looking at the few feathers on his butt, his heart of Taoism almost collapsed.

He quickly flapped his wings and flew away, no, he mobilized his magic power to fly into the air, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Many Tianjiao present looked at this scene, and their hearts were filled with shock.

One person faced hundreds of ancient tribes alone and killed them.

There was also a golden-winged Peng bird that had not appeared in the Desolate Heaven Fairyland for tens of thousands of years.

This was something that was impossible in the eyes of ordinary people, but Long Aotian did it easily.

I have to admire that the Long family has produced talents from generation to generation, and each of them has been leading the way for thousands of years!

"In this life, it is estimated that the Long family will be the leader again. "

In the void, some old strong men and Tianjiao protectors whispered secretly.

Long Aotian's power is beyond the imagination of all living beings.

It is even better than his father Long Tianqi.

Ming Qingyang also took a deep breath, and a trace of fear rose in his eyes.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King is definitely not weak, even he would find it difficult to suppress it.

But Long Aotian is relaxed and comfortable, which is incomparable to him.

In a corner of the crowd, Long Baizhan also had a gloomy face.

He thought he had narrowed the gap with Long Aotian, but he never thought that it was still so huge.

"Is this guy a monster?"

Long Baizhan asked himself, vaguely filled with a little fear.

"This boy's power is not weaker than Master Fozi. "

The nine heads of the nine-headed lion shook, and its face was full of solemnity.

There is also Situ Aotian's follower, Axue.

She is a member of the Feathered Clan, one of the ancient races.

Seeing Long Aotian suppress the ancient races, she could not help but feel sad.

If it weren't for Situ Aotian's instructions to get the treasures in the secret storage first, she would probably have attacked in anger just now.

"Master Situ's third-level skills are probably not a match for this boy. It seems that some special means need to be used."

Axue's beautiful eyes flashed, and she glanced at Ming Qingyang and the nine-headed lion from time to time.

They are all ancient races, and it shouldn't be too difficult for them to unite to deal with a human.

"Life is really lonely like snow."

Long Aotian sighed slightly, and left in the eyes of countless awe.