Feng Feiyun was indeed seriously injured at this moment. He was bleeding all over his body, like a bloody man. He killed Chen Mojin and the old protector and paid a huge price. After all, these people are the overlords of one party and are extremely tyrannical. Generally, chickens, dogs, and chickens can be killed at will.
"A gust of wind, can you still fight?"
Wu Yangsheng raised his head, stared at Feng Feiyun, stepped on the Eight Beasts Mending the Sky, and his body was filled with golden light. Immediately, a round of scorching eyes flew out from the center of his eyebrows, burning with raging flames around his body. After fighting Come, the power is overwhelming.
The three war corpses also looked up to the sky and roared, breathing out star mist, and the corpse energy filled their bodies, just like the three Yin soldiers and ghost generals, their corpse robes dripping with blood and extremely scarlet.
"Why can't we fight?"
Feng Feiyun's eyes were stern, fierce and tyrannical, and he fought with one of the war corpses with his bare hands, making a roaring explosion, his ears buzzing, and his palms seemed to be striking against the mountain.
With nine consecutive strikes, the arms of the war corpse were broken. Feng Feiyun's fingers were like sharp claws, piercing the corpse, grabbing the corpse palace from the body of the war corpse, and crushing the war corpse on the spot. Immediately, the kingdom disintegrated, and the body split apart like dust and turned into fly ash.
"Bang."
Wu Yangsheng used Shenyang Technique and hit Feng Feiyun on the chest, beating Feng Feiyun back repeatedly. His internal organs were tumbling, and his whole body seemed to be burning with fire, as if his body was about to explode.
"You won't die even if you do this." Wu Yangsheng was very surprised. This great skill was so terrifying. It could shatter a mountain and split a large river, but it could not kill a gust of wind. This man's body was so powerful.
Feng Feiyun stood firm, evil energy surging on his body, and black clouds billowing behind him.
"Feng Feiyun, I can lend you my power for free now, do you want to use it or not?" The voice of the King of Hell sounded in the body.
"Go away." Feng Feiyun shouted coldly, and then he went directly towards Wu Yangsheng to kill him, his steps were steady and he had the momentum to move forward.
Because the left hand of the King of Hell was fused into the body, the King of Hell promised to lend Feng Feiyun his power once. The old guy now wanted to fulfill his promise, but Feng Feiyun did not agree.
Although the current situation is dangerous, it has not reached the point where we need to rely on the help of others.
Feng Feiyun would only borrow the power from that time unless he met someone with a different level of power, but not now.
"Bang."
"Bang."
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Feng Feiyun fought against the seven masters by himself, killed three of them, scared off one, and left only the last three. There was nothing he dared not to fight.
Wu Yangsheng was obviously occupying the top, but at this moment, his heart felt a little hairy, and he also had a little fear. However, this fear was quickly wiped out by him. His will was more determined than Li Xingtian, and he had already become what he is now. In such a situation, there is no reason to retreat. If you kill a gust of wind, you will immediately become famous.
The Eight Beasts Mending the Sky is once again condensed and manifested, as if it has turned into a sky, gorgeous and majestic, bursting out with the ultimate sky light.
Breaking the suppression of "the sun and the moon are in the same sky", Feng Feiyun's speed has been fully expanded, faster than a meteor, like a ray of light and shadow intertwined, the next moment he directly pinched Wu Yangsheng's arm and forcibly pulled his left arm It was torn apart.
A huge pain came, and one arm was torn into pieces. Wu Yangsheng made a muffled sound in his mouth, and felt the blood flowing on his shoulder, and his body seemed to be torn into pieces.
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun directly threw Wu Yangsheng's body away, like a stone, and it fell dozens of miles away, smashing countless Buddhist walls. The Buddhist prohibitions left by the Buddhist monks were completely unstoppable.
Feng Feiyun was also hit by the Eight Beasts Mending the Sky, with blood splattering all over his body and bloody flesh on his back. He was knocked out, smashed the wall of the nunnery, and fell inside.
Feng Feiyun had not suffered such a serious injury for a long time, but he could only feel happy. This time he almost pushed himself to the limit. If he did not die, his cultivation would definitely improve after the injury healed.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were a little dark, and he almost fainted. He quickly bit the tip of his tongue to try to stay awake. What appeared in front of him was a big bald head, which was staring at him curiously.
In the innermost part of the nunnery, there is only one big bald head.
Master Zhizang.
"Monk... the injury has recovered." Feng Feiyun put his palms on the ground, supported his body, and sat up.
Master Zhizang nodded, his treasure elephant was majestic, his eyes were bright, his body was shining with golden light, and the aura of Buddha was lingering, giving people a feeling of the Holy Buddha coming to the world. He smiled faintly and said: "Amitabha, I have to thank you for that one." ...Fodan."
When Feng Feiyun saw the expression of the "mentally retarded monk", he knew that he must have guessed his identity, and also knew that he had practiced the Golden Silkworm Sutra. But since Feng Feiyun dared to use the Golden Silkworm Buddha's energy to help him heal his injuries, he also knew that he had guessed his identity. I'm not afraid that he will know.
"Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you go out and kill people?" Feng Feiyun said.
Monk Zhizang was stunned for a while after being yelled at, but the old monk was in a very high mood, still very peaceful, and not angry at all. He stood up slowly and said slowly: "Amitabha, calm down, just go. "
Master Zhizang took out a black bamboo hat from somewhere, put it on his head, and then walked out slowly. It was obvious that he didn't want others to know his identity.
Feng Feiyun looked at the leaving figure of the "mentally retarded monk" suspiciously. He had some doubts in his heart. Who was this monk guarding against? If he was wearing a bamboo hat outside the ancient temple ruins, he would be afraid of being recognized. He entered the ancient temple ruins. He is still afraid of being recognized. Could it be that the object of his taboo is among the ancient temple ruins?
Feng Feiyun's guess was correct. Monk Zhizang hid his identity and was really guarding against a guardian of the ancient temple ruins. The old monk didn't want a certain hidden guardian of the ancient temple ruins to know. He came here.
Of course, this idea only flashed in Feng Feiyun's mind, and he filtered it directly. After all, the matter of this mentally retarded monk had nothing to do with half of his copper coins. All he cared about was the things in Fahong Hall.
"A gust of wind finally failed."
"Nonsense, if the seven masters join forces, let alone a gust of wind, even if a high-ranking giant comes, I'm afraid they will all be defeated."
"It's already terrible. Three of the seven masters died and one was disabled. This kind of performance is very scary. Even if a gust of wind dies in the ancient temple ruins, it will definitely set off a big wave in the Shenjin Dynasty. Many people will remember it. The name of this flower-picking thief."
King Ziming stood on the pagoda, wearing a purple corpse exorcism robe, holding a corpse exorcism bell in his hand, his eyes full of death, and said coldly: "Everyone is already trapped in the copper furnace. In the mountains, even the Evil Emperor was deceived, but I know that this gust of wind is Feng Feiyun, and he has escaped."
The body of the King of Hell was dug up by the sages of the Ziming Corpse Cave, and a lot of rotten blood was extracted from the body. The Ziming Corpse Cave has been studying the King of Hell for I don’t know how many years, so the King of Ziming naturally understands the King of Hell very well. Evil, or in other words, no one in the entire Shenjin Dynasty understood the evil of the King of Hell better than him.
It was precisely for this reason that he determined that "a gust of wind" was "Feng Feiyun".
"The Shenwu Army destroyed my Ziming Corpse Cave, then I will kill a god king, and I can also get the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" from him without anyone noticing. When I practice the Mahayana of the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" , that is when the Shenjin Dynasty fell."
With a gloomy look, King Ziming commanded the remaining two war corpses to rush into the nunnery, intending to kill Feng Feiyun completely and then seize the "Golden Silkworm Sutra". However, just when the two war corpses rushed into the nunnery, A brilliant Buddha's light erupted from inside, knocking the two war corpses away.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
A mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat walked out of the nunnery, with his hands clasped together and wearing a plain robe. He should be a Buddhist practitioner.
This change was beyond everyone's expectation. Everyone thought that Xiufeng was dead, but they didn't expect that there were masters in the nunnery, and just a ray of Buddha's light slashed out two war corpses that were comparable to super giants. Flying seems to be more powerful than a gust of wind.
"What kind of person is he who cultivates Buddhism by pretending to be a ghost?" King Ziming stood on the dilapidated pagoda in the distance, looked over, and his voice was particularly cold and stern.
"People who practice Buddhism only cultivate their own Buddha and do their own things. As for this skin, it is the same if you show it to others, and it is the same if you don't show it to others."
Master Zhizang walked in front of the two war corpses with neither slowness nor haste. He put his hands on the heads of the two war corpses and recited Buddhist scriptures. Soon the two war corpses were turned into ashes and were actually killed. He overtook it in an understatement.
This monk is too awesome.
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In the nunnery, it was a little dim. Feng Feiyun sat on the ground, his spiritual light flowing around him, and he quickly nursed back his injuries. "We must restore the third level of strength as quickly as possible. There may really be a guardian in the ancient temple ruins. To You have to rely on yourself to enter Fahong Hall, and you can't rely solely on the mentally retarded monk. This monk is as shrewd as a ghost, and he might be bought by him."
Just as these thoughts flashed through Feng Feiyun's mind, a murderous aura suddenly came over him, and the water mist in the nunnery gathered and turned into a slim and elegant beauty, as if she was a fairy falling from the sky.
It's a pity that this is not a real fairy, because she has already sacrificed a broken sword, with flames billowing from the sword's edge, and placed it on Feng Feiyun's neck.
This war sword was given to her by Feng Feiyun. It was the Yue Lie War Sword of Ji Yibei, one of the three great Sans of Dao Sect. Ji Yibei died in Tonglu Mountain, so this war sword was given to her by Feng Fei. Yun collected it and handed it to Ye Sihan.
"The flower-picking thief Gu Feng, old devil, no matter how good your cultivation is, no one can save your life today." Ye Siwen is naturally very beautiful, extremely talented, and has a good temperament. She didn't have it before. I retreated, waiting for this opportunity.
Feng Feiyun sat cross-legged on the ground, stopped healing, and coughed up two balls of blood from his mouth.
"It's no use pretending to be pitiful. An old devil like you deserves to die."
Ye Siwen slashed at him with a sword, very decisively, but she didn't kill him, she didn't use all her strength, she just gave him the power to dismount and kill him, so that he would be obedient later, because she still wanted to force him A gust of wind handed over the souls of Liu Ruixin and others.
Feng Feiyun blocked it with his left arm, but was still sent flying and hit the altar. He was very embarrassed. He coughed up blood again and sighed: "Si Huan, I am uncle."