Feng Feiyun's heart trembled slightly as he recalled a person whose voice was so similar, but... how could this be possible?
The phoenix bone sacrifice is in the hand, red as blood jade, with a faint flame emitting, blocking the weeping spirit rushing out of the coffin, so that the flesh and blood will not be corroded. [.Com text / text //
The Qi of Weeping in the coffin is so terrifying that even the Divine Perfection may not be able to withstand it. It will most likely be corroded into a pile of bones. Although this man's voice is weak, his breath is long and his vitality is as long as a stream.
The flow is endless, and it can actually resist the Qi of Qi Li. This level of cultivation is indeed no small feat.
"Who are you?" Feng Feiyun wanted to clear up the doubts in his heart.
After hearing Feng Feiyun's voice, a surging force suddenly erupted from the coffin, like mountains and rivers moving sideways, magma gushing from the earth, rushing out directly from the gap in the coffin lid, flying towards the wind.
The cloud pavilion boomed.
This man was filled with hatred and struck angrily, thinking that Feng Feiyun was also on the same side as the mysterious master.
They were all locked in the coffin, yet they were still so fierce!
"The Dragon King kills with one strike!"
Feng Feiyun sacrificed the phoenix bone and took out the giant white stone knife. He stood firm on his horse's feet, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed out a long white dragon with one stroke, splitting open the steady stream of waves.
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"Boom!"
That force was so powerful that it forced Feng Feiyun to slide three feet away, and his body was pressed against the cold iron chain before he stabilized his body.
Just a burst of anger can be so tyrannical, could it really be him?
The white stone giant sword was so huge that it cut off many iron chains in the ground, and the originally tightly closed Xuanwu iron coffin also loosened a lot.
Wow!
The iron chains on the giant coffin were driven by a force in the coffin and began to fall apart. The coffin lid actually moved, making a harsh "buzzing" sound.
But there was another formation in the coffin. To prevent him from breaking out of the coffin, three miserable green formations were printed from the coffin lid and blasted directly into the coffin, causing a series of miserable screams to be heard from inside.
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"Boom, boom, boom!"
The three formations blasted into the coffin, like three huge divine hammers, beating the person trapped in the coffin until the bones were broken and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"I...I...hate...so much..." the man said through gritted teeth.
Even Feng Feiyun can feel the boundless hatred!
The coffin slowly became quiet. The man seemed to be frightened and did not dare to resist, let alone escape from the giant coffin.
"I'm here to help you!"
Feng Feiyun walked forward quickly, pressed his hands on the lid of the coffin, and pushed it again. The gap became wider and wider, from one finger wide, to the width of a palm, and then to a foot wide.
... More Qili Qi rushed out, almost filling the entire underground.
The brilliance of the phoenix bone illuminated a corner of the coffin.
This scene is very much like a tomb robber opening an ancient coffin underground, holding a lamp, and looking into the coffin.
"Feng Feiyun, it's you!" An extremely surprised voice came from the coffin, and the voice used a little strength.
Feng Feiyun had never seen a person in such miserable condition. He was huddled in a corner of the giant coffin. His embroidered robes were shattered and soaked with blood. They were covered with old black blood residue, and
Fresh blood overflowed from the blurred flesh and blood, flowing everywhere in the coffin.
Nine divine rings were nailed to his chest, located on the nine major acupuncture points. Nine iron chains passed through his chest and were imprinted on the bottom of the coffin, connecting them with the entire Xuanwu iron coffin.
In addition, his hands, feet, and collarbones were all nailed with iron needles, sealing away all his strength.
The bones on the body were broken in countless places, and the flesh and blood on the body were shattered countless times. The whole person was as miserable as possible.
Only from his disheveled hair could one still see his extremely handsome face, but it was stained with blood.
"Wuxia...Young Master Wuxia!" Feng Feiyun really couldn't believe his eyes. This was the most beautiful man in the world. His life was flawless and perfect. Young Master Wuxia?
Young Master Wu Xia is one of the eight epic-level geniuses. Feng Feiyun once saw him fighting Dongfang Jingshui. At that time, mountains were razed to the ground, and his cultivation level was terrifying. If he wanted to leave, even if he took half a step forward,
Everyone will be able to stop him, but...he is imprisoned here at this moment. How can Feng Feiyun accept this?
The most beautiful man in the world is actually in such a miserable state!
"Giggle!" Young Master Wuxia smiled bitterly, his smile was extremely desolate, and said: "Young Master Wuxia, it's so ridiculous, so ridiculous..."
"How come you were imprisoned here? Who did it?" Feng Feiyun touched the world spirit stone on his waist. This was originally the treasure of Master Wuxia, but it fell into the hands of the mysterious owner, and then
handed it to him.
At that time, Feng Feiyun did not believe that the mysterious master was the opponent of Young Master Wu Xia. It was not until now that he saw Young Master Wu Xia imprisoned here that he believed it a little bit.
"Giggle..." Young Master Wuxia just laughed, his smile made him feel endlessly lonely.
"Was it that mysterious man whose whole body was wrapped in red flames who defeated you?" Feng Feiyun wanted to know who the mysterious man was.
"Have you seen her too?" Master Wuxia suddenly became excited, and overwhelming anger and hatred filled the giant coffin.
"I've seen it before," Feng Feiyun said.
"Have you seen her face?" Master Wuxia became even more excited.
"That's not true." Feng Feiyun said.
"That's good, that's good, I haven't seen her face, there is still a chance to live, there is still a chance to live..." Mr. Wuxia fell silent for a while and kept chanting.
Feng Feiyun frowned and said, "Does he have some extraordinary identity? Once he sees his face, he will silence him?"
Many important people have multiple identities, some of which are shady. Once someone finds out, the person will be ruthlessly killed.
"What's amazing about her is her face. If I hadn't seen her face, I wouldn't have fallen into this situation. I did fail. I thought I could rely on my face and charm.
Let all the beauties in the world fall at my feet like slaves, but...but...when I saw her face, I found that I had become a slave..."
Feng Feiyun couldn't understand what Mr. Wuxia said next at all. He always felt that there was some confusion in logic and unclear speech. He thought that he had been imprisoned here for too long and was tortured too deeply, and his mind was confused.
It's really too alarmist, and it completely demonizes the mysterious owner.
Feng Feiyun understands this feeling very well. When a person is persecuted more deeply, the hatred in his heart becomes stronger, and he will think of the person who persecutes him more and more terrifying, and more and more like a ghost.
Young Master Wuxia is afraid that this will be the case at the moment.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on Feng Feiyun for misunderstanding Mr. Wu Xia. After all, Feng Feiyun has always regarded the mysterious master as a man, because every time he sees the mysterious master, he has a male voice, subconsciously Feng Feiyun
Yun then mistook the mysterious master for a man.
That's why we can understand how Mr. Wuxia feels at this moment.
Of course, Feng Feiyun is also an extremely cautious person. He has firmly remembered the words of Mr. Wuxia in his heart. Before he can compete with the strength of the mysterious master, he must not look at him.
"I'm here to rescue you."
Feng Feiyun took out the giant white stone sword and slashed at the iron chain locked on Master Wuxia's body. Sparks flew out, but the iron chain was not damaged at all. On the contrary, his arm was numbed by the shock.
"It's useless. This iron chain is made of Xuanwu Iron Sacrifice. There are five levels of formations burned into it. Even spiritual weapons may not be able to break it." Young Master Wuxia reminded: "You'd better leave here as soon as possible.
, if she discovers it, your end will be even more miserable than mine."
Suddenly, Feng Feiyun's consciousness sensed a movement on the ground, someone was walking in this direction.
Young Master Wuxia also sensed it, and quickly said: "If you really want to help me, there is only one way. Get the Ermai Ming Fire, break the fifth-level formation, and melt the Xuanwu Iron. I, Su Yun, owe you a favor. If you have it in the future,
In a big disaster, even if we are one hundred thousand miles apart, the wind will surely rush to us and fight to the death to help."
Feng Feiyun is not a bad person, but sometimes, the promise is just in an instant.
"wait for me!"
Feng Feiyun closed the coffin lid again, and then walked out from the ground. Black light flashed from his fingers, allowing the ground to close again.
Everything returned to the same old low house as before, with the ground covered in dust.
"Everything is unpredictable. A generation of genius was actually imprisoned in a coffin. It seems that Master Wuxia is indeed too powerful, otherwise the mysterious master would not have used so many methods to imprison him and bury him underground.
A five-million-pound basalt iron coffin was built, nine vital points were sealed, and the limbs were locked. Only an epic-level genius could survive this kind of torture. Others would have suffered a nervous breakdown and died."
Suddenly, a fragrant wind suddenly hit behind Feng Feiyun. It came so suddenly and almost silently. Feng Feiyun didn't notice her until she entered the small house.
Feng Feiyun suddenly moved three feet sideways and slapped it out with one palm.
A red shadow flashed past, and Feng Feiyun's palm, which was condensed with endless killing power, only touched the corner of her clothes. She fell to Feng Feiyun's right hand again, and a soft jade hand gently pressed on her.
On Feng Feiyun's shoulder, a charming voice said: "It's me."
"Blood Dance!" Feng Feiyun breathed a sigh of relief.
This woman is tall, plump and enchanting, with jade skin and icy skin. She is wearing a transparent red gauze, which makes her snow-white and proud shuangfeng looming, and her eyes are full of endless temptation.
No wonder her cultivation level is so high that she is the third most beautiful enchantress in Juese Tower.
"Do you know where this place is? If you break in like this, you will get killed." Xue Wu's charming eyes stared solemnly at Feng Feiyun, but they could not hide the charming and charming look.
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