Eight hundred and eighty-two chapters eight days of Yangshou
Feng Feiyun's voice was sonorous and powerful, spreading tens of thousands of miles away, like a burst of thunder rolling past, shaking the eardrums of many powerful demon clan men.
Outside Qinglianling Mountain, everything was boiling, and Yan Sanqian was also defeated.
This time, everyone saw it. The half-demon was so powerful. He was definitely the most powerful half-demon in history. He was so powerful that it made people tremble.
Someone immediately spread the news back to Danding Ghost City, causing huge waves again.
"Could this half-demon have broken through to the Ascension Realm?" A wise man from the demon clan speculated.
You must know that the Fourth Prince of the Golden Crow and Yan Sanqian are both top heroes among the demon clan. They can overcome their opponents across realms, but they were defeated by a half-demon one after another. This is naturally a great shame and humiliation for the Golden Crow Demon Clan and the Blood Dragon Demon Clan. , but it is also thought-provoking.
A half-demon who cannot break through the Feathering Realm can really achieve such strong combat power.
The next day, more elite sages rushed to Qinglian Lingshan. Battles were fought one after another on Lingshan. The sound of battles filled the sky. From time to time, monks were defeated and fled back. They said tremblingly: "The more the half-demon fights, the stronger it is. It's simply Just a pervert."
"Don't mess with him. He is definitely the most powerful half-demon in history. With two palms, he killed an unparalleled prodigy of the Tiger Wolf Demon Tribe and refined it into a blood elixir."
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On this day, some monks escaped back, and some monks died on the Qinglian Mountain and were refined into blood pills, which made many people feel unreal. This is not something that a half-demon can do. The "Overlord Prince" of the Golden Crow Demon Clan, the "Phoenix Goddess" of the Phoenix Demon Clan, the "Immortal Prince" of the White Tiger Demon Clan, and the "Thirteenth Dragon Prince" of the Dragon Clan, these people may make such a big deal even more... People admire.
For a half-demon to do such an earth-shattering thing, it makes people feel weird.
Feng Feiyun stood on the top of Qinglian Lingshan, overlooking the monks of all races below. His face was old, but his eyes were very domineering, "You all go back. I have fought enough today. I don't want to kill anyone anymore. If you want to break into the mountain tomorrow, Come again, no matter how many people come, I will take them one by one."
The monks outside Qinglianling Mountain gnashed their teeth, feeling that this half-demon was too arrogant and arrogant.
But he was so powerful that everyone who challenged him was defeated, and some even died in battle.
A piece of news came, "The Overlord Prince of the Golden Crow Demon Clan has arrived at the Danding Ghost City."
When this news came out, it immediately caused a huge sensation. Everyone knew that since Prince Ba had arrived, he would definitely take action on this half-demon.
Finally someone can suppress this half-demon.
"Prince Ba is arrogant and arrogant. Even some demon kings may not be taken seriously by him. He may not stoop down to deal with a half-demon. This is inconsistent with his status."
"After all, the fourth prince is the biological brother of Prince Ba. If the fourth prince is humiliated and kneels on the Qinglian Mountain, Prince Ba will definitely come."
"Actually, a person like Prince Tyrant only needs a clone to arrive to kill this half-demon. There is no need for me to come here at all."
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The monks who were guarding the outside of Qinglian Lingshan finally retreated. They look forward to Prince Ba coming to Qinglian Lingshan tomorrow to kill the most powerful half-demon in history. This battle is worth looking forward to.
On Qinglianling Mountain, under the bamboo forest, and beside the stream, a pair of bonfires were burning.
A snow-white turtle was holding a bamboo basket in its hand, and there was a blood dragon in the bamboo basket.
It sat on a stone by the creek, sometimes putting the bamboo basket into the water, sometimes lifting the bamboo basket, then putting the bamboo basket into the water, and then lifting it up...
The blood dragon in the bamboo basket was so angry that he cursed his mother and said, "How dare you stop for a while? It's so difficult for me to just sleep."
The turtle put the bamboo basket into the water again, stood there for a while, then lifted the bamboo basket up again and said, "Don't all dragons like water? I'm afraid you're thirsty."
"You're thirsty, uncle, I stopped living by drinking water ten thousand years ago." The blood dragon had never seen such a boring turtle, and it swore that it would chop off the turtle's two claws once it got out of trouble.
"Okay, I'll put you in the fire to roast." Mao Wugui thought of another way to play.
The blood dragon suddenly started crying, "Master Turtle, why don't we just play in the water? If we leave the water, I will die..."
Beside the stream, Feng Feiyun sat on the ground and arranged eighteen blood pills together. Each blood pill was crystal clear, emitting a treasured light and containing unparalleled spirituality.
Xuanyuan was dressed in flawless white clothes, carrying an ancient sword on his back, standing by the creek, with his back turned to his body. A breeze blew over, blowing a corner of his bamboo hat, revealing half of his extremely beautiful face, which was indescribably moving.
This silence lasted for a long time.
Xuanyuan suddenly spoke one by one and said: "You wantonly angering the powerful heroes of all races, which is harmful to you. If you kill too much, you may provoke the king of the demon clan."
Feng Feiyun sat cross-legged, with the holy light and Buddha's light intertwined on his body, and said with a smile: "I thought the saint would be the first to ask me why I turned into a bad old man."
"Whether you are young or old, it is a state that everyone will definitely experience. I don't know what kind of path you have taken, but I think you should know better than anyone else what kind of path you want to take. , so I didn’t ask." Xuanyuan said one by one.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "Sometimes I hate chatting with you, because I always feel that you are not a normal person, but today I feel that chatting with you is actually quite pleasant, because you never ask me Why."
Xuanyuan turned around one by one and stared at Feng Feiyun. It was hard to imagine that he could still laugh despite being like this. He paused for a long time and said, "How long can you live?"
Feng Feiyun frowned slightly, pinched his fingers, and after a while, he took a deep breath and said, "There are still eight days left in Yangshou."
"Come with me to the Water Moon Heaven Realm, maybe the Holy Spirit can renew your life." Xuanyuan said one by one.
Feng Feiyun smiled and shook his head.
Xuanyuan said one by one: "You are extremely talented. Few people in the past and present can match it. You should not be short-lived."
Feng Feiyun collected the eighteen blood pills on the ground one by one and said with a smile: "You don't want to know why I fight or kill. I can tell you now, because I want to fight to refine my body. I also want to collect the blood of these strong men who came to kill me to help me attack the Ascension Realm."
"Feathering Realm." Xuanyuan Yiyi's red lips opened slightly, with a bit of surprise in his starry eyes.
Feng Feiyun nodded extremely cautiously and said: "I have already calculated that in four days, there will be a moonless night. At that time, the rules between heaven and earth are the weakest. It was also me who broke the curse of heaven and entered the realm of ascension. The only chance is that if you hit it, the sea and the sky will be brighter; if you can't hit it, it will turn into dust."
Feng Feiyun's eyes were firm, staring at the burning fire, his expression calm, calm and leisurely.
Xuanyuan closed his eyes gently and took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a peerless and charming face, with slender eyebrows, a beautiful nose, red lips and white teeth, and there was no imperfection on his body.
She sat down slowly and took out a pale golden branch, which was only half a foot long and exuded a refreshing fragrance.
"This is a branch from a 'Nine-Yuan Ancient Medicine' in the Shuiyue Heaven Realm. Although it is far from the complete 'Nine-Yuan Ancient Medicine' in terms of medicinal power, it should be helpful to you. This is what I can do I can help you to the maximum extent." Xuanyuan handed the light golden branches to Feng Feiyun one by one.
"Nine Yuan Ancient Medicine" refers to the ancient medicine that has survived the "Nine Yuan".
"One yuan" is equal to "one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years"
Nine yuan is equal to one hundred, one hundred and sixty-six thousand four hundred years.
A nine-yuan ancient medicine needs to grow for at least a million years before it can mature. An ancient medicine of this level is rare and rare. It is a wonder between heaven and earth. Even just one leaf is worth a fortune.
Feng Feiyun did not reject Xuanyuan Yiyi's kindness, and felt that this holy lady was actually a pretty good person.
Xuanyuan left one by one that night. Before leaving, he told Feng Feiyun that a drop of the blood of the Great Sage would be auctioned at the Danding Ghost Market. If he could get the blood of the Great Sage in time, it might be helpful for him to achieve the Ascension Realm. great help.
Feng Feiyun naturally knew all this, but he felt that he might not be able to wait until that time.
That night, Feng Feiyun sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone of the Qinglian Female Saint, and understood some outlines of the Holy Spirit Way on the tombstone. His body recovered a little, but his longevity did not increase.
When the next day came, outside Qinglianling Mountain, there was already a sea of people. Many people came after hearing the news. There were strong men from all major clans, and even some demon king-level figures came.
These demon king-level figures were all sitting on the chariot. They had no intention of taking action, but came to protect the younger members of the clan, fearing that the outstanding younger members of the clan would be killed by the ferocious half-demon.
"Prince Ba's junior brother Tianfengzi is here."
"Both Tian Fengzi and Prince Ba once studied under the same sage. They are both unparalleled talents. Prince Ba must have asked Tian Fengzi to suppress this half-demon."
"Today is the third day. Strong men from all races have arrived. I don't know if that half-demon still dares to fight."
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Early in the morning, things were already boiling outside Qinglianling Mountain. Strong men from all races appeared here, including overlords of humans and half-demon.
"A few days ago, a monster and a half-demon emerged from the Sixth Central Dynasty, and another one actually appeared here." A noble lord from the human race stood in the void, followed by a group of servants.
This lord comes from the Piaomiao Divine Dynasty and has heard about what happened in the Sixth Central Dynasty.
"Half-demon is a vulnerable group. It is a blessing to be able to give birth to monsters, but it should not be so sharp. In front of the ancient holy demon clan, even we humans have to restrain ourselves, but a half-demon dares to suppress the ancient holy demon unscrupulously. The prince of the clan, how could those arrogant people from the Ancient Holy Demon Clan let him go?" A great sage from the human race gently stroked his white beard with a somewhat inscrutable look.