Seeing with his own eyes the protector killed by Feng Qing'an's sword, the young sect leader, who had transformed from a ghost boy to a sinister-looking young man, let out a painful and desperate roar.
He has special emotions because of the guardian who is always hidden beside him and has no sense of existence most of the time. In his eyes, he is a person who demands ten times and a hundred times more than his father, the sect leader.
"I'll die for him!"
The young man who was thrown into the air let out a roar filled with murderous intent, which inspired the secret treasure hidden outside his body. A spiritual light filled with the meaning of death rushed out from the top of his head, turning into a palace exuding cold death energy.
, majestic and majestic.
"Huh!"
Feng Qing'an, who originally planned to stab the guy to death with a sword, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face.
"interesting!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the palace in the east, and saw hundreds of dark stone sculptures of various sizes standing on its porch. They were in the form of humanoid monsters, ferocious beasts and birds, with ferocious appearance, ferocious form, lifelike and terrifying.
"die!"
Accompanying the excitement of the body and the undressing of the child), the woman let out a hysterical roar, and at the porch of the palace, which exuded the air of cold death, and the eyes of the stone sculptures, scarlet light lit up one after another.
The greedy, malicious and murderous thoughts like a mountain and a tsunami all fell on Feng Qing'an at that moment, and the young man's figure did not waver in the slightest.
The place where Bu Nao stood to the east was hundreds of feet in diameter, but he suddenly sank to the east and was pressed nearly half a foot high to the east. The river that was rushing past him suddenly surged forward.
"That's it?"
The young man's expression became contemptuous. The young man who revealed his trump card that he had hidden for a long time suddenly became more ferocious and twisted. His face that originally looked young began to look older, and the black hair on his head began to turn red.
His vitality was rapidly passing away, or he was sacrificing his lifespan. As a price, the hundreds of dark stone statues that had opened their eyes also twisted their bodies, acquired the texture of flesh and blood, and let out shrill and piercing roars.
He rushed eastward from the palace porch.
"Very good, don't tell me whether it's a secret."
Seeing the black stone beast that gathered into a dark cloud and rushed towards him, Feng Qingan even commented leisurely, because there was a vast Buddha's light pouring out of his body, and a treasure banner rose above his head.
exist.
Om! What! What! Ba! Moo! Hum!
The majestic Buddha's sound sounded, and many demons and ghosts rushed towards them. Without getting close, they were crushed to the ground by the Buddha's light, just like swatting flies, unable to move. Many demons lost their flesh and blood texture and returned to their original form.
The stone carvings were lifeless, and even some of them had cracks.
"Lighter."
Seeing those stone carvings with signs of cracks, Feng Qing'an immediately let out a scolding.
Each stone statue is a special magic weapon, which can be activated by inputting mana or other powers, such as vitality, lifespan, etc.
The stone sculptures that came to life in front of me were not in the best condition, because the young sect leader simply did not have the ability to evoke so many stone statues.
Did he overextend his own life and barely revive them? As for their combat power, just look at the performance of those who were crushed on the beach and unable to move.
It looks scary, but it is actually useless. This is probably because the Seven Treasures Golden Pillar is an important Buddhist weapon. According to the classification of Taoist Xuanzong, it is not a fairy weapon.
Bu Nao, from Feng Qing'an's perspective, that palace is not bad at all, because it cannot be simply divided by magical weapons and immortal weapons. Whether it is composed of a variety of special magical weapons that are currently unclear in number.
A huge structure.
Those awakened demonic stone sculptures are just part of it, and they don't seem to be the most insignificant part. It's unclear what the layout of the palace is outside, whether it is like this outside the gate, and probably not inside.
How bad is it.
I don’t know where that guy got it from, and I won’t ask again, because starting from tomorrow, that palace will bear his surname.
Buzz!
The Seven Treasures Golden Building trembled slightly, and the Buddhist weapon that was originally so vast and bright, suddenly became much more restrained, and the cracks that were spreading in the stone statue suddenly stopped.
"Do I have any other legs?"
Feng Qingan looked at the dumbfounded young man. At this moment, the young master of the Yinhun Sect had a mane of white hair and a face full of furrows.
Although I don’t know what kind of legs he is slowly recovering from, it is obviously not enough to recover in a short while. Just by activating the monsters, monsters, birds and animals in front of the palace gate, he almost died.
It's all done.
"If not, then he would happily accept it."
Although the palace looked gloomy and seemed like something that no one should use, it matched the style of Yougui very well. Feng Qingan thought it would be a good gift for Donghuang, and she thought she would like it.
"I am just relying on the magic weapons and spiritual treasures. What kind of ability do I have? If he has the same background as me, he will definitely not be any worse than me. Why can I be with Bei Nan."
Seeing that he had been hiding for a long time, and even paid a heavy price, the leg that he successfully used was instantly suppressed by the wrong party with a Buddhist treasure. The young sect leader couldn't bear it anymore, and his Taoist heart exploded.
His cultivation is not authentic, and it is easy for him to go crazy and fall into evil ways. Bu Nao has always been careful and cautious. In addition, he has excellent talents. No matter what he does, there is someone to look after him. It can be said that everything goes smoothly.
.
Ever since he met the Yin Spirit Girl, everything has changed. When they first met, the guardian and accompanying elders advised him not to act rashly, and he followed the advice.
Even though he was here, he didn't want to see the girl again, and he didn't even plan to do anything. It turned out that the person he met was a young human race.
The imprint left on the Yin spirit girl's body through Qianyou Xunying's compass appeared on the boy's body. If there was no relationship between the two, he would not believe it, and it was precisely because of this that it also made his Taoist heart unbalanced.
Could it be that when he tried to use his magical power to press him, he found that he was inferior to others in every way, and even the protector assigned to him by the sect could not withstand a sword that the wrong party took out casually, and he had hidden it for a long time.
Was the trump card even suppressed by the wrong side's counter-leg?
In extreme despair, he just vented his anger and said something that he himself found extremely ridiculous. When it came to his background, he was already stronger than many people.
Childish words.
"Is that so? It turns out that I'm not convinced. If that's the case, then come over!"
Feng Qing'an stretched his legs towards Zai, and with a slight wave, the seven-treasure golden building hanging above his head immediately flew out according to his will, and landed on the side of the palace that exuded the cold and deathly atmosphere. Suppress it so that it cannot be dealt with.
"He didn't like me very much, so he beheaded me with one sword. Wasn't it too easy on me? How did I feel about being beaten to death by his fist?"
While shutting up, Feng Qing'an turned over and put away the Xunfeng Sword he had just taken out. At this moment, he was barefoot and fisting, with only a trace of red clothes showing faint blue scales on his body. He looked gentle and elegant, but he also looked so weak.
"Hit him to death with your fists?"
The young man who was originally extremely depressed and desperate saw the two accompanying elders who were almost running away. He originally planned to use his legs to escape, but when Bu Nao heard those words, his face couldn't help but show up. An extremely distorted smile of joy.
"It suits him very well!"
"Then come and die!"
Feng Qing'an stepped forward, and the soft breeze poured into his feet, making him feel as if he was walking on flat ground despite the river water rushing to him.
"I don't need magical weapons?"
The young sect master, who was extremely confident in his own body and physique, remained somewhat vigilant at this moment, but his eyes also showed a bit of eagerness to try.
The wind and rain stopped, and he felt that he could do it again.
"No need to ask."
"Then he'll be relieved."
I don't know if he has something to rely on, whether Yong Wan Zhe really believed what Feng Qing'an said, the young sect leader let out an extremely excited roar.
In just a few breaths, his original body returned to its original youthful appearance. The vitality that came from unknown sources caused his body to twist again, transforming into the body of a demon wearing armor, with horns protruding and bat wings stretched out. , the scorpion's tail swung, and it was as big as ten feet.
"Come on, beat him to death with my fist!"
"As I wish."
The corners of Feng Qing'an's mouth were also cracked, with a bloodthirsty look, and blue soul flames were surging in his body.
Ouch~
A green wolf with thick hair and a majestic horse appeared behind him. The majestic monster body as huge as a mountain made the monster body swooping east stagnant, and then he watched the uncertain monster. The wolf pounced into the boy's body.
The young man was originally tall and slender, but compared to a demon, his body seemed too small. His body suddenly swelled and turned into substantial demonic energy. It rose from his body into the sky and turned into a tornado, spreading between heaven and earth. wreaked havoc in.
"What am I not?"
The ferocious demon looked at Feng Qing'an incomprehensibly. It was obviously the legs of the evil demon. Could it be that he had seen before that the young man, no matter how pure his bloodline was, even had a fairy spirit in his body? What can a character do if he is contaminated by the power of evil? He will simply end his own path.
"A person who is about to die does not need to know too much."
With the head of a wolf and the body of a demon, the god-like Feng Qing'an opened his mouth and exposed his red fangs. A strong wind emerged from the void and wrapped around his body, causing the thick hair on his body to dance.
"come over!"
Clear eyes as blue as the sky reflected the figure of the evil ghost. Feng Qing'an stretched out his five fingers and gently grabbed him. The strong wind in the sky followed his will and turned into invisible legs and palms, restraining the man. The demon's body made the demon involuntarily approach him.
"Yu Feng?! He can do it too."
Feeling the wind wrapping around his limbs and wings, the young sect leader showed a ferocious smile. In the realm of metamorphosis, he practiced a wind-controlling magic talisman, which evolved from a famous dragon clan magic power.
Xiao Zhoutian Qinglong Breathing Wind Technique!
No, when he was using his magical talisman to try to gain control of the flowing wind in the sky, Ye Chang's unparalleled counterattack force surged in like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Click!
In the sea of Qi in Dantian, a crack suddenly appeared in the magical talisman that he had worked hard to refine for a long time. The Taoist foundation that he was proud of was also cracked because of this.
Phew~
The young sect master, who finally mustered up the strength to fight Feng Qing'an and gain some psychological comfort, suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of fishy black blood, and his face became even more distorted due to disbelief.
"That's not possible."
Of course he has heard of such situations when the magical power backfires. The reigning magical power can crush all the similar magical powers to the east, but the magical power he has developed is not as good as those that are patched together by casual cultivators.
Law.
Could it be that the only thing that evolved from the magical power of the dragon clan and could cause him such backlash was a true dragon? Could it be that the boy in front of him, who looked like a human race, was actually a true dragon cub?
That is absolutely impossible!
"What's wrong?"
Just when the demon was angry and confused, the fist wrapped in thunder and fire and lingering in the wind had already landed on the demon who was coughing up blood.
The Gangfeng is as sharp as thousands of knives. The moment it touches the demon's flesh and blood, the flesh and blood will be splashed, the bones will be broken, and the thunder will shine and scorch the eyes. It is like the thunder of punishment and calamity, causing the flesh and blood to evaporate and the bones to be broken into carbon.
Amidst the howling of the wind and the roar of thunder, large chunks of flesh and blood were instantly wiped out, and broken bones and coke flew in the air and fell in a pattering pattern, like a light rain.
With just one punch, Feng Qing'an knocked off half of the body of the young sect leader who had turned into a demon in front of him, and a pair of armored legs and arms had already flown out. This was probably because the guy evaded in time, otherwise
That punch should have blasted a hole through his chest from the front and back.
"Roar!"
The body that finally recovered was maimed and crippled in an instant. The intense pain caused the demon to let out a painful roar.
But what made him feel most uncomfortable was the blue flame that seemed to have no damage to the flesh and blood of his body. The flame was burning his soul, which caused him more pain than the wounds of flesh and blood.
"Ghost Wolf! Am I half-demon?!"
"What do I want to guess about him? No, if you guess wrong, you will die!"
Feng Qing'an saw that the guy was actually very distracted. He was standing in front of him, and his fists wrapped in thunder and fire were blasted in the east one after another. Every time the punch landed, large pieces of broken flesh and bones flew away, making the demon scream in agony.
"Too weak, really too weak!"
The demon was not beaten unilaterally. His sharp claws and even the scorpion tail behind him could also fall on Feng Qing'an's body. Without even touching Feng Qing'an's flesh and blood, layers of green scales appeared, sparks of fire appeared.
It splashes, causing it to return in vain.
Feng Qing'an was a little addicted to the close combat, the feeling of punches to the flesh. He smiled ferociously, riding on the strong wind, letting the thunder and soul fire wrap around his arms. He opened and closed the moves so much that the monster dodged and resisted.
The force becomes weaker and weaker.
It is true that he does not practice martial arts, and he has not even practiced boxing much, but despite the Meiji system, he has a psychic armor that is addicted to martial arts and cannot extricate himself.
Even if he couldn't use all the martial arts boxing techniques that Minglong learned, Bu Nao could still learn 70% of them. Rounding them off would mean that he didn't learn them.
At this moment, he used a boxing technique that Ming Long had practiced before, and Heishan, who was already a half-step demon king, was full of majestic demon power, continuously and unreservedly supplied.
Feng Qing'an fought heartily and extremely happily. Every time a punch landed, blood and flesh were flying everywhere. The armor of the young sect leader became tattered and useless, just like a piece of decoration.
"I……"
The demon looked at the blue-scaled armor that Feng Qing'an was wearing and felt miserable because Feng Qing'an didn't even give him a chance to speak.