When Fan Changliu tried to provoke Zhan Changfeng out with words, Zhan Changfeng's voice came to his ears from all directions again, "Even if I don't show up, I can still defeat you."
It's like saying "Don't worry, it will be as you wish soon."
Fan Changliu's teeth were itching, and he held his neck high and shouted, "I want to see what the turtle with its head is capable of!"
These words seemed to have touched the wrath of heaven. Before he could even finish the sound, a roar of thunder choked his throat. He raised his eyes and looked at the clear sky, and suddenly saw the white clouds rolling into black clouds, spread out turbulently with the help of the strong wind.
The sky darkened, and there was a frightening atmosphere spreading all around, as if there was a giant hand reaching down from the sky to hold this space, life and death were no longer up to you!
Fan Changliu's hair stood on end. If something terrifying was staring at him, he would rush off into the distance, trying to get out of the black clouds.
One mile, ten miles, a hundred miles, he stared at the horizon. The darkness spread to the end of his sight, and it seemed that he could not escape no matter how hard he ran.
He gritted his teeth and stopped, rooted to the ground, "Did you do this!"
Damn, the most annoying thing about these practices is that each one is more useful than the other!
He didn't believe that she could maintain this technique that could induce celestial phenomena for a long time. When her power was exhausted and the technique disappeared, it was time for him to fight back.
Just as the wind and clouds were about to meet, the dark sky was so low that it was about to collapse. When he asked, thunder rumbled, and thousands of ferocious dragon-like purple-gold thunder and lightning dominated the world, leaping down from the sky and striking at Fan Changliu.
The power of heaven was overwhelming, panic struck my heart, and my ears were buzzing. Fan Changliu stood on the top of the mountain, with a blazing white light reflected in his tiny pupils. This is not good!
He displayed his secret skills and turned into afterimages, bumping left and right in the thunder and lightning. However, even if the thunder and lightning did not hit him, it still cut away his essence like a hammer with the sound of thunder.
Spirited.
Fan Changliu waited for the thunderclouds to dissipate, but he never imagined that he was still so powerful after seven or eight breaths. How deep is this person's skill to be able to persist in such a powerful technique?
"I don't believe this evil!" He grabbed his hands out of thin air, held an ax and a shield, and took the initiative to attack. Bang, bang, the Lingbao-level shield cracked, and his left hand was burnt black from exhaustion.
At this time, a giant dragon-like thunder and lightning struck through the air. He quickly raised his ax to block it, but was directly blasted into the mountain peak by the lightning. The inner armor under his robe shone uncertainly.
Fan Changliu jumped up from the rocks, and immediately called out a bolt of lightning that was coming towards him and struck him back. Qi and blood surged in his chest, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
It really makes me angry. He has never had such a frustrating battle. He didn't see his opponent's shadow, didn't use any moves, and ended up in such a miserable state.
He angrily sacrificed ten drops of blood essence, and invisible arrogance erupted from his body, "Since you can control the sky, I will smash the sky to pieces! Take my punch!"
This punch was like the coming of the annihilating heavenly being, and thousands of golden lights shot out with the punch, piercing the thunder clouds, shaking the sky, and spreading unrivaled power in all directions.
"It's the top secret technique Tongtian Monkey Arm Fist!" The expressions of several strong men who came to watch the battle changed. They were frightened by Zhan Changfeng's methods, but because they were unfamiliar, they were not too touched in their hearts, but this secret technique was different.
, this secret technique evolved from the supernatural power of the ancient holy ape. Three thousand years ago, it was popularized in the hands of a generation of war general Yuan Tianqi, and became famous in Xuantian. It was lost after Yuan Tianqi's death, but I didn't expect that someone would use it today!
The future life is terrible!
Just when they thought Fan Changliu was about to turn defeat into victory, the thunder clouds reunited, and thousands of thunderbolts struck down at once, crushing his fists. The purple-gold thunder engulfed the light of his fists, and knocked those who came from the air into the ground!
The thunder dissipated, leaving only a bottomless pit on the ground, which could only change in an instant!
Zhan Changfeng spent most of her soul power, ate a piece of Jade Bodhisattva, recuperated for a while, and appeared in physical form. After the battle, she did not linger, but suddenly a powerful energy approached.
"Fellow Taoist, stay here. I admire you very much. I invite you to come to my house as a guest." The long-bearded monk in brocade robes was watching the battle from a distance. Now he walked over. He said it politely.
The pressure is merciless.
Zhan Changfeng quickly confirmed his strength and half-step magical power.
Half-step magical power is a special level of cultivation, also known as the "suicide" state.
Many monks are unable to enter the realm of magical powers due to physical, mental state, spiritual and other reasons, so they use a special method to individually improve their cultivation to the realm of magical powers. This is called half-step of magical powers.
There are also cases where the cultivation base has improved due to failure in promoting magical powers and accidentally stayed at this level, such as Gu Hanzi from Xiaoli Realm.
Generally, for those who have half-stepped supernatural powers, their path ends here, with no possibility of further breakthrough.
Unless they are desperate or have been tricked, monks who are strong and talented usually will not choose to practice half-step magical powers.
However, for most ordinary monks, half-step magical power is a coveted level, and its allure is no less than that of the magical power realm.
The key is to cultivate half-step magical powers. There is no need to pass through the Taoist realm, there will be no obstacles from inner demons, and there is no danger of going crazy or becoming a mortal. It is just a simple accumulation of cultivation, which is a thousand times easier than the realm of magical powers.
Speaking of this half-step magical power, it has something to do with Emperor Jialou.
In the early days, the cultivation method of half-step magical power was rare. Just like the rare Dharma lineage, only a few people had access to it. At the time of the war between the two emperors, Jialou taught the method of half-step magical power to the star world. In a short time
In the past few hundred years, tens of millions of powerful people have been created, and the method of half-step magical power has become popular in Xuantian. Nowadays, there are many ways to practice it, and you can buy it in any good Kung Fu store.
Having said that, the method of half-step magical power is very common, but not many people can successfully cultivate to this level. It is a little less than the realm of life and death, and a little more than the realm of supernatural power. It is a rare and powerful one.
To be troubled by a powerful person, she was either interested in her wealth or she had offended him. Looking at the hatred in his eyes, it was obviously the latter.
Since arriving in the Liujie Realm, she has only made one move before entering the Desolate Realm.
Zhan Changfeng said calmly, "You don't look like you are here to invite someone as a guest. I have no enmity with you. Are you here to seize the treasure?"
Shen Rong's face was stiff and he no longer concealed his fierceness, "You are so arrogant as a junior and dare to contradict your seniors. Today I will teach you a lesson for your teacher!"
Based on the strength that Zhan Changfeng had just shown, he had to make a careful move, but he expected that she would be exhausted from the battle with Fan Changliu, and those great skills were not easy to perform.
Shen Rong was very cautious. Although he wanted to kill her immediately, the calculation in his heart was crackling. He shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoist Hang, Daoyou Cheng, and Daoist Hu, I haven't done anything for a long time. Now I have a chance to fight with this order holder."
,What are you waiting for!"
This place has long been far away from the city, and is surrounded by barren mountains. In addition, the fight between Zhan Changfeng and Fan Changliu was too powerful, and there were only a few people in the realm of life and death and those summoned by Shen Rong nearby.
When Hu Hai heard Shen Rong's words, his eyes darkened and he sneered in his heart, this old boy was recruiting people to join his gang.
They were indeed not just here to watch the battle. Zhan Changfeng had killed one of their disciples before. How could they swallow this easily?
Not to mention Shen Rong, he died of the son he had worked so hard to cultivate. A cultivator violates the law of birth, aging, illness and death, seizes the power of creation, and goes against fate. It is difficult to have an heir. He finally managed to create a son.
After cultivating him to the realm of life and death, and being killed by others, it would be difficult not to get mad.