The Moyun Eagle King's face is red, and every pore seems to be bleeding.

Wu Tie and Pei Feng held hands and stood on Jiu Wushuang's back, smiling without saying a word.

No matter what your origin and strength are you, even if you attack in person, what are you afraid of?

Blood Prison hugged his hands in front of his chest, staring at the King of Moyun Eagle with fierce eyes: "Old vulture, don't be fooled by ghosts. Pei Feng is my girl. Your rogue son has had trouble again and again, even if he dies, he deserves it."

"You want to make trouble, I will accompany you!" Blood Prison raised his head proudly, and a large piece of blood light flashed behind him. A beautiful winged blood-colored peacock phantom appeared in the blood light. Countless blood-colored eyes on the tail feather flickered, spewing out blood light in the sky.

In the distance, a black air surged into the sky, rolling like wolf smoke, rushing straight into the sky.

A shocking demonic aura rolled in, and the blood river around Blood Prison Mountain suddenly burst into huge waves.

A very rapid voice came from afar: "Who dares to bully our monkey? King Moyun Eagle, you hen cub, dare you be arrogant?"

Wu Tie raised his eyebrows and felt a sense of horror.

This breath actually suppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.

Powerful, extremely powerful, so powerful that it makes people desperately powerful.
Chapter completed!