The Buddhist lanterns were dimly lit, and earth-shattering sounds of killing came from the ancient temple.
There are three war corpses of the first level of destiny, holding war swords in their hands, and ten old corpses wearing Tiekai. Even monks standing far away can feel the terrible evil aura.
"Bang!" The first war corpse was thrown out from the ancient temple, and the corpse palace in the body was taken out. The corpse rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into black ash on the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang..." There were nine consecutive wind-breaking sounds.
Nine corpses were thrown out, with blood holes all over them, black smoke rising, and turning into black dust on the ground.
Between the lightning and flint, all ten war corpses were thrown out and disappeared into thin air!
The disciples in Ziming Corpse Cave all looked ugly, but they did not act rashly. After all, there were three war corpses at the first level of destiny in the ancient temple. This was the most important combat power, and their power should be able to suppress Feng Feiyun.
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"boom!"
A window of the ancient temple shattered, and a purple shadow flew out from inside, killing people one after another, shining brightly like a purple thunder ball.
Zikui stretched out a hand and held the purple light in his hand. The force on it made his arm numb. The purple light dissipated, and this... turned out to be a corpse head!
This is the head of a war corpse with the first level of destiny, which was chopped off.
"Damn it!" Zikui slammed the head to the ground, smashing it into pieces, and then strode towards the ancient temple.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
Three purple shadows were knocked out, connected in a row, fell to the ground, and the bones were scattered. Please come to more and faster chapters.
It was the three war corpses with the highest destiny, and one of them had no head.
Two of the three war corpses were seriously injured, with most of their corpse energy lost and reduced to mutilated corpses. The other one had his body directly hollowed out, completely losing his fighting ability and losing all his energy.
"Feng Feiyun, I'm here to meet you personally." Zikui walked to the door of the ancient temple again, this time a lot more cautious, fearing that Feng Feiyun would plot again, he condensed a huge dragon and tiger in his hands, and struck
Entering the ancient temple, he opened the way for him.
There was no danger, Zikui had already entered the ancient temple.
Feng Feiyun still put up a chair and sat under the Buddha statue, with a Buddhist lamp burning beside him, and said with a smile: "You were the one fighting me just now. It's awesome, it's awesome. What's your name?"
"Zikui!" Zikui is very calm. Although his cultivation is much higher than Feng Feiyun, he does not despise the enemy. Updated as soon as possible
Su Xue was far away from Feng Feiyun, standing in a corner with an iron sword suspended in front of him. His body could not move, only his eyes could move.
She was actually restrained by Feng Feiyun.
"I didn't expect that so many young strong men would come out of the Ziming Corpse Cave. They are amazing, amazing." Feng Feiyun said.
Zikui said coldly: "What I hate most is that when I am standing, others are sitting and talking to me."
A purple talisman was sacrificed, one meter long and half a meter wide, with dazzling purple light all over the body. An ancient "corpse" inscription was engraved on the talisman.
The power of the corpse talisman is as heavy as a mountain, and its purple energy is as confused as purple clouds.
Feng Feiyun sat there and directly slapped Miao Gui's finger out. His palm was slightly stretched forward, and his sleeves were like flowing clouds, floating and agile.
Seven divine pictures flew out at the same time and collided with the purple corpse talisman. Waves of air rushed out from the confrontation between the two, causing the chair at Feng Feiyun's feet to move back seven meters.
Zikui also took five steps back, with a look of surprise on his face, "The son of a demon, you really have a few tricks up his sleeve!"
An electric light shot out from Zikui's Dantian, like a purple iron-locked electric shuttle. A small purple sword was hidden in the electric light, carrying a sharp murderous aura.
This small purple sword is Zi Kui's natal magical weapon, and its power is extraordinary.
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun sacrificed the black God King's Token and blocked the purple sword with the token. Sparks popped out and his power was suppressed.
The indestructible little sword will naturally not be able to break the God King's order.
Forty rays of light flew out of Feng Feiyun's eyes, condensing into a pitch-black Heaven-shaking Immortal Hammer. The size of the giant hammer almost overwhelmed the entire ancient temple, and it hit Zikui's head directly.
Beat him to the point where his body is knocked back.
"Boom!" The second blow was struck again, and the Heaven-shaking Immortal Hammer knocked Zikui back again.
"boom!"
When the third blow was fired, Zikui had already retreated outside the ancient temple, and both of his arms were about to be severed by the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Hammer!
When the fourth blow was fired, Zi Kui, along with the purple talisman and small sword he had sacrificed, were all knocked out and fell back among the disciples in Zi Ming's Corpse Cave. The corpse robes on his body were all messy and looked particularly messy.
Embarrassed.
"Why don't you kill him! If you didn't stop me, we could have killed him just now together." Su Xue said angrily, cold and evil.
Although Feng Feiyun was still sitting calmly and calmly on the chair, he covered his chest and coughed lightly, feeling a trace of pain. How easy is it to defeat a person of Zikui's level?
If Zikui hadn't been able to figure out Feng Feiyun's reality and didn't dare to fight with all his strength, the outcome would have been hard to predict.
"Why kill him?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"If you kill him, you will have one less enemy." Su Xue looked at Feng Feiyun with contempt: "You have such a level of cultivation, but you are so timid that you are worse than a woman."
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said, "Can you have some sense? There are so many war corpses and strong men in the Ziming Corpse Cave outside. Can you kill them all? If you kill Zikui, then all of these people will be dead now."
If we rush in, won't we die?"
"What do you mean?" Su Xue asked puzzledly.
Feng Feiyun said confidently: "If they want to play cat and mouse, then we will play with them and play slowly. When our reinforcements arrive, it is our turn to play with them."
"Someone is coming to save us?" Su Xue didn't believe it. After all, there were not many people who dared to offend Ziming Corpse Cave.
"It must be there!" Feng Feiyun said.
Zikui was so extraordinary. It was rare for him to have an opponent among his disciples of this generation, but he lost his army and generals at the hands of a son of a demon, and his face was greatly damaged.
"Haha! The son of the demon is so powerful that he defeated you Zikui?"
"I think it's Zi Kui's cultivation that has declined. Otherwise, how could he lose to a boy with a divine foundation?"
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Several other disciples of the lower generation all laughed at Zi Kui with smiles on their faces.
"Feng Feiyun will definitely not feel good, I will kill him right now." Zi Kui snorted coldly, and was about to break into the ancient temple again.
"Let me do it! Brother Zikui, you need to rest first. For a small character like Feng Feiyun, there is no need for you to take action. I will take care of him." Tan Tian rushed into the ancient temple first.
Tan Tian believed that Feng Feiyun must have been severely injured in the fight with Zikui. Entering the ancient temple at this moment happened to be when Feng Feiyun was at his weakest. Not only could he take revenge, but he could also kill the demon's son and become famous all over the world.
Zikui didn't want to fight with Tan Tian, so he retreated.
"puff!"
As soon as Tan Tian rushed into the ancient temple, he let out a scream and escaped from the ancient temple with blood in his stomach. His face was extremely pale. As soon as he escaped, he fell to the ground.
A purple-robed disciple of the Earth generation stepped forward to check it out and said: "Tin Tian's Dantian was chopped to pieces with a knife. There is no hope of embarking on the path to immortality in this life."
Chu Jibei's face turned gloomy. He didn't want to spend any more time with Feng Feiyun. He wanted to use his great supernatural powers to mobilize all the war corpses, rush into the ancient temple, and cut Feng Feiyun into pieces to avoid further losses.
"Boss, if I fight him, I will definitely take Feng Feiyun's life." Li Huansheng's purple robe fluttered and he volunteered.
Li Huansheng is also the leader of the disciples of the Earth generation. He has a very strong cultivation level and is particularly skilled in the art of exorcism. He is the first of the four leaders of the Earth generation.
"Then go ahead! Bring the Fire Corpse and the Yin Corpse!" Chu Jibei said.
"That's great!" Li Huansheng was overjoyed, and with a move of his sleeve, two old corpses flew out from the ranks of zombies.
The fire corpse wears a red iron lin armor with blazing fire on the surface. The red eyes in its eye sockets are like fire plants. The dry-rotted fangs in its mouth are as long as human fingers, like red tree roots.
The Yin Corpse is a woman dressed in purple, with a beautiful face, the mark of the sun and the moon on her forehead, and her skin has been refined like corundum.
With the help of the Fire Corpse and the Infernal Corpse, Li Huansheng was confident that he could kill not only one demon's son, but even ten demon's sons.
"boom!"
Li Huansheng stepped into the ancient temple, and there was a wave of purple air swaying under his feet. But looking around, there were eight Buddha statues and a woman in black in the ancient temple, and there was no sign of Feng Feiyun at all.
call!
A gust of dark wind blew towards my face.
Li Huansheng felt a sense of danger in his heart, and a dragon-tiger aura condensed on his palm, and without any thought, he blasted it toward the top of his head.
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun descended from the sky, and there was the energy of dragon and tiger on his palm. He hit Li Huansheng's palm with his palm and directly pressed Li Huansheng's body towards the ground.
"Bang, bang..."
The ground cracked and half of Li Huansheng's body sank into the ground.
Feng Feiyun didn't want to give him a chance to fight back, so he resorted to the Miao Ghost Ring. The pressure of the spiritual weapon was bright and bright. The seven divine pictures were like seven big nets, containing a powerful force of destruction.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
The Fire Corpse and the Infernal Corpse rushed forward and attacked Feng Feiyun at the same time, forcing him to knock out the Miao Ghost to suppress the two war corpses.
Li Huansheng took advantage of this short opportunity and used all his strength to avoid Feng Feiyun.
What a risk. He almost died in the hands of the demon's son just now. Li Huansheng was still frightened and didn't want to give Feng Feiyun another chance to take action. He took the lead in firing a corpse-catching bell. A wave of bells instantly swept away the ancient temple.
Three of the pillars were shattered.
The red bell was still blazing, spinning rapidly in the air.
"The Heaven Dou Ling Platform of Xiao Yan Shu." The forty spiritual consciousnesses turned into forty ancient platforms, suspended around the body, protecting the body and resisting the power of the corpse exorcism bell.
A dragon sound sounded!
A huge white sword flew out across the air, and a dragon-shaped wave of swords fell down.