By awakening this mark, you can gain part of the power of the Sky God.
The power in Gu Mo's body is rising rapidly, getting stronger and thicker, and the figure between his eyebrows is getting brighter and brighter, giving people a suffocating feeling.
"The god of the sky, 'Lu Balin', was condensed into a soul 6,300 years ago, and then taken to the underworld. Among the many gods and evil lords in the underworld, he ranks higher than the Buddha of Allen Realm. , entered the top 100." Yao Ji said,
The underworld has brought together all the gods and evil spirits from the five dynasties since ancient times. The number cannot be described in words.
The god of the sky "Lu Balin" is too young compared to those gods who have been born for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years. He can be ranked among the top 100 gods of gods. This shows the power of his faith. of strength,
Among the seventy-two countries in the Western Regions, there are four small countries that all believe in the God of the Sky. Even some people in the Western Regions Prefecture of the Jin Dynasty believe in it.
Of course, it does not mean that the longer a god is born, the stronger his cultivation will be. After all, the power of a god comes from people's belief in it and the amount of incense. If the temple of a god 100,000 years ago collapses, Without faith and incense, its power will decline.
Of course, the cultivation level of the God of the Sky "Lu Balin" is stronger than that of the "Alan Realm Buddha", which does not mean that Gu Mo is stronger than Luo Moba. The key is to see how powerful his spiritual consciousness is and how much he can borrow from the God of the Sky. strength,
Gu Mo's cultivation is naturally extraordinary. The divine clouds on his body are billowing, and the long hair on his head is burning like flames. Every spell he casts gives people the feeling of a stormy sea.
"Divine Axe."
Feng Feiyun has forty invisible consciousnesses flying all over his body. Each of them looks exactly like him, just like a soul.
The forty strands of spiritual consciousness finally overlapped and condensed into a battle axe, which was crushed with one strike. Without any suspense, Gu Mo was directly chopped away and thrown off the battlefield. His whole body was stained red with blood and his head was chopped off. Half of it fell,
If it were other young talents, it would be impossible to defeat them so easily. After all, not everyone has such perverted consciousness as Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun is equivalent to their nemesis,
Feng Feiyun's consciousness is more powerful than the souls of the gods they believe in.
None of these young men are afraid of life or death. When one dies, the second one goes to the battlefield, and then the third one... without giving Feng Feiyun any chance to breathe.
In just one hour, Feng Feiyun killed eleven foreign youths in succession. Each one of them was very powerful and could be regarded as the overlord among the younger generation.
"The underground gambling palace wants to engage in a wheel-and-wheel battle to consume Feng Ergou." Someone had sharp eyes and saw the intention of these people.
"No matter how powerful a monk's cultivation is, the amount of spiritual energy in his Dantian is limited. Feng Ergou seemed to win easily, but he used all his strength in every move, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy. , if we keep fighting until dark, we will probably fall down on the ground from exhaustion."
"But the losses in the underground gambling palace are also huge. Even if they can defeat Feng Ergou and recover the loss of 300,000 spirit stones, they will still lose many top talents."
"Every genius is a priceless treasure. Is it really worth it?" Many people have asked this question,
Li Xiaonan smiled and said: "Of course it's worth it. These teenagers may seem powerful, but they are just borrowing the power of those gods and evil spirits. Their achievements in this life cannot surpass the gods and evil spirits they believe in. There are dozens of teenagers, and three of them will be able to do so in the future. It would be great to have the combat power of a half-step giant."
"The potential of these young people cannot be compared with the overlords and kings of the younger generation, and their value is extremely low. After they die, they will no longer borrow the power of gods and evil spirits. The masters of the underground gambling palace will soon be able to cultivate There will be a second batch of young masters like this."
"So that's it. From this point of view, Feng Ergou is in danger. Even if his cultivation is extremely strong, he will probably be consumed to death today."
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Those foreign youths are constantly on the battlefield, fighting one after another without fear of life or death. They don't look like humans, but more like puppets.
Time flies, dusk comes,
The setting sun hangs over the city, as red as Zhudan,
In another quarter of an hour, the day will be over. If no one can defeat Feng Ergou, he will become the winner of the yellow battle stage today and be qualified to enter the second round. Of course, he will also win 300,000 spirit coins. stone,
The atmosphere became tense, and many older monks came over after hearing this.
"I am afraid that only the treasury of the Shenji Dynasty and the Silver Hook Clan can obtain three hundred thousand spirit stones, which are enough to establish a huge immortal sect within a hundred years." A giant-level cultivator sighed. ,
"The backer behind the underground gambling palace is probably one of the four major lords. He must have a trump card. It is impossible for others to easily win away 300,000 spiritual stones."
"At the last quarter of an hour, I wonder which supreme genius will take action."
"Boom." There was a loud noise,
Another talented man was beheaded and was kicked off the platform by Feng Feiyun. He rolled down from the hundred-step battle platform and was bruised and bloody.
This is already the thirty-second person,
The black clothes on Feng Feiyun's body were soaked with blood, and the bamboo hat on his head was also stained with blood residue, all of which were other people's blood. At this moment, he was like a monster Shura, a killing machine.
The ones he killed were all the top masters of the younger generation. He was even more powerful than the young master of the Dark Territory who killed forty-three people in a row yesterday.
The monks under the battle platform were all frightened by the violent aura on his body at this moment, as if this was no longer a person, but an evil spirit, some pampered money lady, dynasty princess, who had ever seen such a person? In the bloody scene, some people couldn't stop vomiting, and some were frightened and fainted, and were carried away by the monks of the family.
"This man is so powerful that he killed more than thirty strong men of the younger generation, but he didn't seem to have expended much energy. Is he pretending to be relaxed, or is he not showing true strength from beginning to end? The cultivation level." Princess Luofu stood on the Jade Palace, looking through the smoke, feeling the hostility of the heir of the demon sword, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart,
Yao Ji's beautiful eyes widened and she said: "This is a very interesting person. Is Her Royal Highness the Princess afraid that if he wins the battle of the Prince Consort, you will marry him?"
Princess Luofu arrived: "It is so difficult to win the Battle of the Consort. Even Beiming Potian and Li Xiaonan are not sure that they can win the Battle of the Consort, let alone him."
"Who does Your Highness the Princess want to marry?" Yao Ji smiled and said,
Princess Luofu fell into silence. A figure appeared in her mind. The figure flashed away and quickly disappeared from her mind. She said: "You have too many questions."
Yao Ji has snowy eyes and peach cheeks, and smiles leisurely,
"Awesome, awesome, worthy of being the heir of the Demon Sword." A young woman's voice sounded,
I didn't see her figure, but I heard his voice,
This voice is full of infatuation, she is definitely an attractive woman, but this voice is particularly ethereal, as if she is still thousands of miles away.
"Uh-huh."
A ray of purple cloud broke through the formation on the wall of the imperial city, flew over the city head, and rushed straight to the yellow battle platform. The next moment, it landed on the opposite side of Feng Feiyun.
It actually directly broke through the imperial city's formation. Although the imperial city's formation was not activated, it was just the usual protective formation that ordinary people could not break through.
"Hurry up and hurry up. Fortunately, we arrived at the last moment." This is a handsome and handsome man with a green sword hanging three feet from his waist, long flowing hair, bright eyes and white teeth, and skin that can be broken by a blow. All must be delicate,
His voice is soft and sweet, like the chirping of an oriole or the singing of warblers and swallows, delicate and delicate, even more beautiful than a woman's voice.
He doesn't look like a man. His arms are snow-white, his legs are slender, and there are almost no hairs visible. His figure is more attractive than the word "female". If you look at it from behind, he looks like an extremely beautiful woman, which will attract many men. The monk burned his body, thinking he saw the goddess,
The first moment Feng Feiyun saw this man, he took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but take a step back. This was not because he was afraid of him, but because he had never seen such a "beautiful" man before, and he was also wearing women's clothes.
Su Yun is the most beautiful man among geniuses, but Su Yun is more heroic and chic.
But this man gives people a soft and charming feeling. If he hadn't seen that his chest was very flat, Feng Feiyun would have even thought that he was a beauty. To be precise, he was even more beautiful than a beauty.
Under the battle platform, there was also a sound of surprise. Many male monks' eyes were shining. Even if they knew he was a man, they couldn't help but look at him twice. Men can't resist his charm.
"Holy crap, where did this guy escape?" Bi Ningshuai's whole body convulsed and he was also very frightened.
This man was wearing a purple gauze silkworm coat with a long skirt. A pair of slender jade legs could be vaguely seen under the skirt. He had a soft figure with clear curves and slender fingers. He looked at Feng Feiyun and said softly: "You are the second dog."
He behaves like a woman in every move. His eyelashes are long and neat, obviously carefully trimmed. The green hair between his ears is swaying. You can vaguely see a pair of blue butterfly earrings on his small ears. They fall gently and make a clear sound.
Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth, as if facing a formidable enemy, he took two steps back again, coughed twice and said: "Girl... my sister, brother, if you want to fight, then fight, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Haha." He walked lightly, without wearing shoes, walking on lotus steps. His feet were like three-inch golden lotus, as smooth as jade, and his skin was as delicate. Every nail was neatly trimmed and painted with moon-white fragrance. Her posture was more dignified and graceful than that of a royal princess who had received etiquette education. The eyes of the monks under the battle platform were all bright, just like a group of wild wolves seeing a tender and delicious little white sheep.
"Don't call me brother, call me Long Qingyang, come to the Tianlong Dynasty." He blinked his eyelashes, his lips were as crystal clear as water-tight cherries, his slender fingers were twirling his hair, his eyes were pitiful,
"Your surname is Long, and you are from the royal family." Feng Feiyun stepped back again.
"There are so many people surnamed Long in the world. It is not just the royal family of the Jin Dynasty who have the surname Long."
Long Qingyang's sleeves are fluttering, his body is leaning softly, his eyes are full of resentment, and his every frown and smile are more beautiful than that stunning beauty. He is just like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who has just begun to have an affair.