The boy on the hillside raised his hand and wiped away his tears. He raised his head from the dim moonlight, his eyes so white that the bright moon felt ashamed.!

The strong wind blew from the distant mountains of Kanto, curling the young man's gray hair with gray hair.

If a person has experienced despair, he only has two roads left to walk, either retreating and falling into the bottomless abyss, or moving forward step by step, walking on a cliff suspension bridge that is longer than a thin line, and may fall to pieces at any time.

Just when the first Wang Feng had no way to go, he suddenly saw hope. Although it was only imagined that it was extremely small, it was like the straw that could save his life. After going through a lot of hardships, hope and despair, the first Wang Feng was already exhausted, his body was like a rock, his heart was like glass, and he might collapse and shatter at any time, but because he suddenly remembered her, the only remaining force hidden in his blood was finally ready to move.

The white eyes became whiter and whiter, facing the moon-like night sky, rotating like a whirlpool.

A strand of golden light emerged from his eyebrows, dancing and swaying, followed by another strand.

From a distance, the white-eyed boy on the hillside was surrounded by golden light, woven into a large net to tighten his body. The golden light was as bright as a brilliance, and it penetrated into his body. Another hot fire tide emerged from the soles of his feet, rising, as if to burn him into powder.

The secret technique follows the changes of the five elements. The first is the secret technique of the King Feng cultivating the gold department. When the breakthrough is made, it is naturally made of fire to refine gold.

As the fire on the hillside became more and more intense, the turbo in the young man's white eyes also separated a ripple, and at a young age, it turned from two wheels to three wheels.

"It actually broke through."

Qibake grinned, and the interest between his eyebrows became stronger.

"But your breakthrough is different from ordinary people. It is not about cultivating the Great Perfection to achieve success, but about squeezing potential from your empty body and forcing you to break through to the heavenly level."

The Qibake Guest has read the secret palace classics and can see the means used by the First Wang Feng at a glance.

"Well, then I'll play for a while."

With a sneer, the strange bat took a step and jumped high halfway, as if a big bat spread its webbed wings glided across the gully, passing by afterimages under the night, so fast that people couldn't figure out which one was the real him.

The fire faded from the first Wang Feng's body, and his body shone like a layer of gold, but his complexion was pale as if he had just had a serious illness.

"Qingqing, now I am the same as you."

The first Wang Feng murmured with a smile.

Forced to extract potential and use the white eye magic power to break through to the three wheels, although he has the ability to cultivate heaven, it is a great destruction to his body. The first Wang Feng knew this clearly, but as she said, when he was in pain and unhappy, think about those happy days and draw the power to overwhelm the pain from it, the body will gradually become numb and you will not feel any pain any more.

Under the moonlight, the boy suddenly raised his head and his white eyes whirled.

Among the fifteen tribes of the Three Family in Taoyuan, there are many secrets that are not passed on, most of which are passed on by blood, including his white eyes and magical powers.

According to legend, in ancient times, there was a heavenly emperor with two white eyes. The white eyes contained the eighteen immortal gods, and each god had two magical powers. The heavenly emperor killed and swallowed the eighteen immortal gods one by one, and finally obtained the abilities of the eighteen immortal gods, with thirty-six magical powers in his palm, making him proud of the world. Later, the heavenly emperor liked a girl from the First Family of Taoyuan Village, and was concerned about the different paths of heaven and man, so he asked a dream to ask for pleasure. The next day, the girl from the First Family became pregnant, and there were often people born with white eyes among the offspring, who could obtain magical powers in the White Eyes. As the age gradually grew older, the bloodline was thinner, and there were fewer people born with white eyes, and often only appeared six or seven generations after six or seven generations. The first Wang Feng was a natural white eyes who had not appeared for a long time. Although his practice was very fast and his understanding was very high, he had not been able to obtain magical powers from white eyes for nearly twenty years before, until tonight...

The blood was burning under the skin, and the three halos in the white eyes were turning faster and faster. The first Wang Feng stared at the afterimage flying towards him, his eyes trembling slightly.

"Baidi. Distinguish the method!"

In the snow-white pupils, the originally blurred afterimage gradually became a line, and then turned into a grim figure.

Close your eyes and open your eyes. The first Wang Feng clamps his seal with his hand, presses it to the soles of his feet and recites the mantra: "Soldier!"

The gold mine hidden deep in the hillside was taken into his palm by the First Wang Feng. The gold liquid was like a pillar and swaying like a ring. The First Wang Feng bent his knees slightly. With the help of the impact of the golden liquid, it seemed as if a celestial wolf roaring at the moon was leaping high.

"fight!"

The thick golden pillar, which was about twenty feet long, was controlled by the First Wang Feng in the palm of his palm like a long whip. It was hard but soft, and it was smashed hard before Qitke could react.

A miserable scream sounded from the east of Taiqing Town. The afterimage of the Qibake was seen through by the First Wang Feng. He was smashed into the mountains by the First Wang Feng without any power to fight back. He was deeply trapped in the soil and his breath was indifferent.

The Qibake Ke never expected that the first king, who was already at the end of his strength, would have such powerful combat power when he counterattacked. Not only him, but An Bochen, who was hiding aside, did not expect it.

After the thunder beads entered Yuan Sanlang's body, Yuan Sanlang seemed to have become An Bochen's clone. The nine thunder beads were divided into three numbers, each flew into Yuan Sanlang's three-sided dantian, pressing the remaining heaven and the two souls of life. With An Bochen's thought of passing away, Yuan Sanlang controlled Yuan Sanlang's every move. What's even more amazing is that when An Bochen passed on the water technique, Yuan Sanlang could actually turn into Changshui, and as An Bochen swam to the east of Zhen, he disappeared.

An Bochen hid beside him, not sitting in the mountains watching the tiger fight, but waiting for a good opportunity.

In Yuan Sanlang's memory, although Qibake's cultivation strength was not at the top three, he made the other legendary masters fearful when the night came. An Bochen knew that the first king Feng who broke through the three wheels would definitely fight back, or lose to Qibake, or be incompatible. However, no matter which one, it was the best time for An Bochen to attack. However, he did not expect that the first king Feng who broke through the heavenly grade was so powerful. He killed Qibake on the spot with just one move. Another legendary master died under their so-called stepping stone. An Bochen shook his head and smiled, and was about to appear.

A cloud of haze climbed up under the moonlight, like a pool of mud standing up strangely, behind the First Wang Feng.

In the blink of an eye, the soil splattered, and the Qibake, who was brutal and covered in blood, shouted and soared into the sky. Before the first Wang Feng could react, the Qibake was strangled from behind, his arms and legs were tightly wrapped, and his slender and sharp teeth stretched out from the corner of his mouth, and penetrated hard into the first Wang Feng's neck.

The cold feeling filled the whole body along the spine, as if under an iron nail. The first Wang Feng trembled and used all his strength, but he could not move for half a moment.

He could not see the demon behind him, but he could feel the blood flowing out of the broken blood vessels, becoming weaker and weaker. It was so weak that Wang Feng could no longer recall those happy days. The darkness drowned him, and the strength in his body gradually disappeared like a tide.

Is it over like this?

The first Wang Feng asked blankly, without any response, he was the only one in the dark world, and the light gradually faded away, with those happy or painful memories.

"Good blood!"

The Qibake Guest was feasting and was drinking so happily.

Since he is the legendary master who is responsible for saving Dakuang, how could he have only one skill? He has many abilities, such as afterimage, like earth escape, and sucking human blood, most of which are carried out in the darkness. The night is his best coat, and the blood flowing under the darkness always has an intoxicating beauty, and the blood of the first Wang Feng is even more delicious, with complex smells emitted in the blood, with reluctance, regret, sadness, and despair. In short, it is his favorite smell of the strange bat guest.

The eyes gradually turned white, not the eyes of the No. 1 Wang Feng, but the one of the Qibake Guest. The sound of footsteps came from his ears, and a young man with elegant temperament appeared in his white and red eyes.

Qibake looked at Yuan Sanlang with a sneer, reluctantly pulled out his fangs, licked the blood on his lips and said, "It seems that Yuan Sanlang has done it too."

"A mere monk of the level of the land is just a matter of a blink of an eye."

Yuan Sanlang rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the Qibake Guest with a smile. He was elegant and luxurious, but not without humility.

"Can you drink together?"

"You can only drink this blood."

"That means you have no good fortune."

Qitie shook his head and smiled, ignored Yuan Sanlang, and continued to drink the blood of the first Wang Feng.

The fangs were inserted into the skin one inch, and Yuan Sanlang was only two steps away from Qibake. The fangs were pierced and licked blood, and Qibake's eyes began to turn white again.

A cold wind rolled up between the green mountains. In the cold wind, Yuan Sanlang took a step forward suddenly, his arms rushed into the back of Qibake Ke.

"roar!"

The half-demon and half-ghost roared, pulled out his fangs in pain, endured the severe pain and turned around, staring at Yuan Sanlang in disbelief.

"Did you forget that you can't kill me like this...Who are you?"

Yuan Sanlang didn't say anything, but was talking with a silver spear whizzing from behind him.

At the critical moment, Qibake Ke was not ruthless. Two bloody bone spurs jumped out from under his ribs, directly tearing Yuan Sanlang's body into two petals. Yuan Sanlang's body was abandoned by An Bochen, and his role was to use his identity as the master to approach Qibake and launch a violent blow.

While the Qibake Guest tore Yuan Sanlang's body apart, the silver spear roared.

"bass!"

The sound of metal and bones echoed among the mountains. Amberchen's shot was impartially pierced into Qitke's heart, but there were only dense white bones in his heart.

"waste!"

Qibake's face had twitched and deformed, but he still did not forget to curse at Yuan Sanlang's body.

As he turned into a shadow, Qitaka suddenly pulled back, pulling his body out of Wuxie, pinching his hands to make a seal, and his body could not stop retreating.

Anbo Chen is firmly occupying the wind, so where can the Qibake escape?

As he stepped forward, the three forces of Feng Shui and Fire rose and fell one after another in his eyes. He was flooded by the thunder gushing out of his soul. Anbo Chen's body was like a shadow of the wind, and he also had the momentum of thunder, not at all slower than the strange bat guest.

The remaining secret of the soul that was left when the gods wandered around was separated into Wuxie. As he ran, An Bochen shook his wrist and stabbed out the silver spear.
Chapter completed!