[Chapter 731 Monster? Master of Five-color Jinfan! 】
[731 Monster? Master of the five-color brocade sail! 】
In the entire Jokhang Temple, no one knows the so-called blood refining method of the Five Treasures. As a branch of the Jokhang Temple, and even obtained the Buddha's seal of the Jokhang Temple, and may become the successor of the Jokhang Temple, how did the Great Ri Shenguang learn this method?
Mengfu?
This five-jeweled blood refining method is weird and special, it can damage oneself, and it doesn't sound like an upright Buddhist skill.
Feng Ziyue knew that there must be a secret in it, but at this time, he had no intention of exploring the matter in detail. After all, the battle with the owner of the five-color brocade sail was imminent!
Although he is full of confidence, it does not mean that he can ignore this decisive battle.
The opponent is a master who has transcended the realm of transcendence and ascension, beyond imagination!
Even if he goes the wrong way, his movements will still have great power!
In this year, Feng Ziyue has to accumulate his gains, especially his understanding of the power of gathering heaven and earth from the battle with Chu Kuangren. If he can get the essence, he will have something for the next battle.
Certainty of victory!
Retreat.
In the Jokhang Temple, all the masters went into retreat together and studied the details carefully.
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The day of decisive battle is getting closer and closer.
This year has been a rare peaceful day for Dongming Continent in recent years.
Tianmen and the four major sects all stopped their overt and covert fights in unison, as if they were waiting.
Tianmen, in particular, changed its aggressive attitude. After Duckweed Commoners released the news of Feng Ziyue's battle with the owner of the Five Colored Jinfan, there was no news for nearly a year.
He even never mentioned the matter of his nephew Fu Ruochen to Feng Ziyue, and paid no attention to his life or death.
Fu Xianxiu, who was originally determined to save his nephew, was also forced to retreat under the strict orders of Duckweed Commoners.
Even the demon sect, which had been so popular, seemed to have no news.
The entire Dongming Continent seems to be waiting for the battle between Feng Ziyue and the owner of the Five Colored Jinfan.
The morning sun rises in the east, its rays of light spread all over the place.
In the endless sea, a five-color brocade sailing boat floats in the vast mist.
There was still no one on the high throne.
But Grandma Long Kuang stood aside respectfully, with a look even filled with deep fear.
All the disciples were even more trembling, kneeling on the ground, and many of their bodies were trembling.
The owner of Five Colored Jinfan is back!
It's just... the way he came back this time is really shocking...
Tang Wan'er's face was pale. She knelt at the end, clenching her fists tightly. In her eyes, besides fear, there was anger.
Quiet.
There is not even a breath of wind on the sea. Under the sunlight, the blue water reflects the golden light, making it peaceful and quiet.
The sky is as blue as a gem.
suddenly!
A gust of cold wind blew, and the brocade sails on the ship suddenly swelled, the flags fluttered, and there was a sound of hunting!
Grandma Long Kuang's face showed an expression of fear and helplessness.
puff!
There was just a crisp sound, and the head of the disciple in white who was kneeling at the front suddenly exploded, and a rain of blood shot straight into the sky!
The blood rain reached the sky and suddenly disappeared out of thin air!
The disciple in white didn't even have time to scream, before he rolled softly to the ground, and the remaining blood stained the deck red.
All the disciples looked sad and angry, gnashing their teeth, but no one dared to say a word.
On the throne, a bloody figure gradually formed, hazy and hard to see clearly.
"Long live the master!"
"Long live Long live Long live!"
Granny Long Kuang was the first to kneel down, and all the disciples lowered their heads together and shouted long live the mountain.
The owner of the five-color brocade sail smiled miserably, his figure blurred with blood, and waved his hand, "Disciples, please step back..."
His voice was out of breath, with a sense of exhaustion and weakness.
A group of white-clothed disciples dispersed in silence and entered the cabin. The disciple who died first came to collect the body and clean the deck.
The blood stains on the deck were quickly washed away, but the dark red mark was already filled with the entire five-color brocade sailboat, and it could not be wiped away no matter what.
When the master of Five Colored Jinfan came back, many of his disciples had already died.
"Dragon Madness..."
Seeing a group of disciples from the five-color brocade sailboat, they all stepped into the cabin. The bloody figure on the throne just opened his mouth. There was infinite sadness and pain in his tone.
"Master, don't worry. In a few days, when you understand the realm of transcendence and ascension, you will be able to..."
The owner of the five-color brocade sail waved his hand.
"Long Kuang, you don't have to comfort me anymore. If you make one wrong move, you will lose everything. I have reached this point and it is impossible to look back..."
Grandma Long Kuang's face suddenly darkened, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Owner……"
"It doesn't have to be this way!"
The owner of the five-color brocade sail sighed and shook his head vigorously, "As of now, we are just waiting for the battle with Feng Ziyue. After this battle, these days should be over..."
"How long...how much longer?"
He looked blankly at the infinite sky and sea, and asked questions.
"There's still one month left..."
Granny Long Kuang gritted her teeth and nodded in response.
"That's not bad," the owner of the five-color brocade sail gave a rare chuckle, "there will be another first day of the lunar month, and another time of the 15th day of the lunar month, the time will be up."
On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, a disciple must die to keep him in this world.
"Don't worry, I will definitely kill Feng Ziyue to vent my anger on you..."
The owner of the five-color brocade sail spoke calmly, but full of decisive momentum, as if he was saying something that was bound to happen.
"Don't look at me like this now, after all, I am still a master of transcendence and ascension."
He kept smiling bitterly, and the bloody figure kept trembling.
Granny Long Kuang turned her head, she really couldn't bear to listen any more. The owner of the majestic five-color brocade sail traveled all over the world. What a courageous person he was. Until today, he didn't expect to become such a monster. How can this be called a favor?
"Duckweed Cangsheng! Feng Ziyue! It's the two of you who have caused my master to become like this. I must avenge this!"
Grandma Long Kuang roared heartbreakingly, but her roar was filled with despair.
"Duckweed common people?"
The owner of the five-color brocade sail sneered, "He is indeed kind to me, but what I have done over the years is enough. I must avenge this fraud!"
"After Feng Ziyue, I must kill him!"
His roar shook the sea surface. Suddenly, the waves were turbulent, and the sea surface, which was just a vast expanse of blue waves, suddenly became dark and dull.
A violent storm came suddenly, and the entire five-color brocade sailing ship was tossed in the huge waves. Only the owner of the five-color brocade sailing ship continued to laugh wildly.
In the cabin, Tang Wan'er's expression changed again and again.
