1231: C1231 Saint Extreme Cloud Made His Move

C1231 Saint Extreme Cloud Made His Move

A saint.

The heritage of a supreme sect, standing at the pinnacle of Tianyao Continent, overlooking the countless ages of life!

Any Martial Cultivator of a saint was not something a Martial Cultivator of a saint or above could withstand.

Even if Qin Yi relied on his Roc Wing and blocked Sage Angry Thunder's attack, he would still not be a match for Sage Angry Thunder.

Then, just when Sage Angry Thunder and the rest were filled with confidence.

"Swallow!"

A gentle voice was heard.

At the same time, a golden vortex silently appeared.

A terrifying suction force came from the golden vortex, instantly devouring the eighteen lightning dragons.

No matter how the Thunder Flood Dragon roared, it was unable to escape the golden vortex's devouring!

"This is?"

Sage Angry Thunder frowned, he was extremely shocked.

This strange golden vortex made him feel that it was a thorny problem.

That attack of his, even the Great Expert who was a Saint, might not have been able to withstand it, but it was easily engulfed by the golden vortex.

Sage Angry Thunder had never seen such a strange thing in her life of cultivation.

"This is the Kun Peng's devouring ability?"

At the side, Saint Ji Yun who was not paying much attention to the golden vortex spoke in surprise.

"Kun Peng's devouring ability?"

Sage Angry Thunder's pupils constricted, his expression extremely solemn.

He was from a supreme sect and had seen many Secret Book. He also had a certain level of understanding towards Divine Beast s that dominated the heavens.

Needless to say, he had a Great Expert beside him that was obsessed with the Kun Peng.

However, it was because of his understanding that he felt it was even more inconceivable.

Even with Saint Ji Yun's power, he had only mastered the Kun Peng's extreme speed sacred art. He was completely baffled by the Kun Peng's devouring ability.

This Ye Tian, this was just a Ascension Sovereign, how could he control the terrifying devouring ability.

"That's right, this sovereign's premonition is correct. This sovereign will definitely obtain an unimaginable harvest from this boy."

Saint Ji Yun was not surprised. On the contrary, he had a look of joy on his face.

It was a divine ability that he had been searching for a long time, so how could he not be happy when it was right in front of him.

"Little brat Ye Tian, your talent in comprehension is truly worthy of respect from this sovereign."

After obtaining this noble one's Roc Wing for only a few days, you would be able to learn the Art of Devouring.

Saint Ji Yun's eyes flashed with golden light, he saw through the obstruction and looked at Qin Yi who was seated cross-legged, and said indifferently.

With every word he said, it was as if there was a bird cry.0

The cry of the Kun Peng shook the nine nether regions!

This Saint Ji Yun was not only infatuated with the Kun Peng, he even changed his cultivation to the so-called Kun Peng's True Art. As he spoke, his words were like the cry of a Kun Peng.

"What, does Saint Ji Yun have any ideas?"

Qin Yi stood up, and in a flash, he walked out of the carriage.

"I can't say for sure. This sovereign saw that your cultivation was not easy, and your talent is extremely high, so I couldn't bear to see a monstrous genius fall just like that. I came here to give you some pointers."

Saint Ji Yun said with a faint smile.

"What kind of guidance method is this?"

Qin Yi raised his brows, and his voice turned cold.

"If you offend our Sky Treading Sect, you will die along with us.

But this noble one will pity your talent and accept you as my disciple, so I will spare your death. How about it? "

Saint Ji Yun acted as if he did not hear the chill in Qin Yi's voice and continued.

"Take me as your disciple?"

Qin Yi's voice became deeper and colder to the extreme.

Boundless killing intent slowly gathered in his heart and kept churning!

His killing intent was as vast as the sea!

Shameless old bastard, how dare you bully me like this!

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