Feng Feiyun's laughter gradually stopped, as if he was eating a meal with gusto, but suddenly found a fly at the bottom of the bowl, and he lost all interest.
The arrival of King Ziming made the Jade Palace Pavilion even quieter. He had a strong aura. Behind him were four war corpses wearing ancient rusty armor. The war corpses were wearing blood robes, and the aura of death enveloped the entire pavilion.
Naturally, someone recognized King Ziming, their expressions changed continuously, and then left in a hurry, not daring to stay here any longer.
"A gust of wind, can we take a step to talk." King Ziming is a majestic middle-aged man. The aura of death in his body is strong, and the amethyst corpse-killing robe is even more dazzling and dazzling.
Feng Feiyun smiled leisurely and said: "The Ziming Corpse Cave has been destroyed, I don't know how many people escaped. Who do you plan to seek refuge in during this evil gathering? Senluo Palace, Mount Putuo."
Feng Feiyun didn't have much favorable impressions of King Ziming. He was besieged by three war corpses in the ancient temple ruins. He must have been secretly driving him. Why did King Ziming want to besiege him for no reason? Did he already know that he was 's true identity.
By the way, that's probably the reason, otherwise he wouldn't have offered to lend a hand.
King Ziming looked gloomy and said: "The Ziming Corpse Cave has a strong foundation and has been passed down for eternity. It can be destroyed by a mere Shenwu Army."
The evil monks here have also noticed that this corpse exorcist wearing a purple corpse exorcist robe is probably the cave owner of the Ziming Corpse Cave, King Ziming. This is a real super overlord. A gust of wind can actually fight with Ziming. Wang is an equal, he is really awesome.
Of course, some people saw that something was not right in the atmosphere and slowly left.
Feng Feiyun said: "I wonder what you want to discuss with me. Maybe there is a stunning beauty in Ziming Corpse Cave who wants to give it to me."
"What I want to discuss with you is the matter at Tonglu Mountain." King Ziming said calmly.
Sure enough, he knew my true identity.
Feng Feiyun's face darkened. King Ziming must die. If he exposes my true identity at the evil festival, I will have no way to survive. His face kept changing, and he immediately smiled and said: "Okay, then We really need to have a good talk, where can we go?"
"Follow me."
King Ziming smiled sinisterly, and passed through the wall, turning into a long purple river and flying towards the South China Sea. The four war corpses followed closely behind, flying straight into the sky and disappearing among the clouds. .
Feng Feiyun also flew out. Although he finished one step, he quickly kept pace with King Ziming. Within a moment, the two of them had flown above the South China Sea and into the depths of the sea.
The wind is strong on the sea and the moonlight is shining brightly.
The sea surface was a deep blue, and the night wind blew up, stirring up a silvery white wave.
King Ziming stopped and stood in the air, with the bright moon above his head, and his body was covered with a layer of white brilliance. The blood in his body was flowing hotly, making a trickling sound. Four war corpses were guarding the four quarters, with corpse aura on their bodies. Chongxiao blocked this void, so that the evil giants who came from Jieyin Ancient Town could not see everything that happened inside.
Two figures, one purple and one white, stood in the void, seemingly discussing something.
"This gust of wind is really getting more and more powerful. It can actually be on an equal footing with a figure of King Ziming's level." The Domain Lord of the Dark Territory sat on a dark spaceship, standing in the sky, with long flowing black hair. The surrounding space seemed to have turned into a black hole, swallowing up light and heat.
"I heard that King Ziming broke through the ninth level of destiny a hundred and sixty years ago, and is definitely a top-level figure." The domain master of the Inanimate Domain is entrenched in a palace, hanging above the nine heavens, giving people A sense of mystery.
"Xi Feng has gained a great reputation recently. I heard that he fought seven powerful men in the ancient temple ruins and killed three of them. He is definitely a ruthless man." said an old man with white hair in the Nine Nether Realm.
There is also a young man standing next to the old man. There are nine ancient swords floating around this man's body. There is an icy cold air on his body, like a sharp sword that has never left the body. This man is the nine ancient swords. The young domain lord of the Netherland, Nalan was buried in the snow.
The strongest evil ways are naturally the Senluo Palace and Mount Putuo, as well as the mysterious Yin and Yang Mountains that never interfere with the affairs of the Shenjin Dynasty. The second ones are the "Dark Territory", "Inanimate Territory", and "Nine Nether Territory". Three evil realms.
This evil cult event was actually not initiated by Putuo Mountain, but by the Evil Emperor. The reason why it was not held in the Senluo Hall was that the cult monks would not dare to go.
Everyone knows the purpose of the Evil Emperor's launch of this evil cult event, which is to annex the entire evil cult, unite the power of the evil cultivators in the world, defeat the Jin Dynasty together, and establish a dynasty belonging to the cult monks.
Naturally, these evil overlords would not agree. After all, every top evil cultivator is a country that their ancestors fought for with their blood. No one is willing to give it up to others, so the three evil realms have united to jointly check and balance Senluo Palace. .
It is not surprising that the domain masters of the three domains appear at the same time.
"boom."
Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the sea, like a divine thunder exploding, and then a huge wave hundreds of meters high rolled over.
Just when all the monks at the seaside didn't know what was happening, a gust of angry voice came from the middle of the sea: "King Ziming, you actually dare to attack me secretly. Why don't we fight to the death today?"
King Ziming's arm was in excruciating pain, and streams of blood flowed out of his sleeves. His face was almost distorted. He was obviously the one who made the sneak attack first, but he actually hit him with a rake, completely irritating him: "Since you are unwilling to compromise, Then don’t blame me..."
"Okay, if you dare to threaten me, you will die."
Feng Feiyun didn't give him a chance to speak at all. The white robe on his body flew up, and a flame condensed on his palm, turning into a huge handprint more than a hundred meters long.
Standing on the beach and looking from a distance, it's like seeing a huge fireball rising into the sky, lighting up the night sky.
"boom."
This palm print condensed all the strength of Feng Feiyun's whole body, catching King Ziming off guard. He was sent flying several miles away, and was pressed from the void into the sea water. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and the sea water within several miles was covered. It was evaporated to dryness and turned into white mist. Sea water from other places rushed in and turned into a huge whirlpool here.
King Ziming asked Feng Feiyun to go to the South China Sea to negotiate, in order to threaten Feng Feiyun to copy a copy of the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" to him. If Feng Feiyun did not agree, he would publicize Feng Feiyun's true identity. Let Feng Feiyun be surrounded and killed by a group of evil spirits.
How could he hide this idea from Feng Feiyun? Even if Feng Feiyun really copied the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" to him, he would definitely tell Feng Feiyun's true identity. At this time, Feng Feiyun had no other choice. The only choice is to kill him and never give him a chance to speak.
"Ouch."
The four war corpses attacked Feng Feiyun at the same time, each carrying a piece of death mist and spitting out gray lightning from their mouths, turning the entire sea into a sea of thunder.
The seven phoenix bones on Feng Feiyun's body rotated rapidly, forming a circle around the sky. A palm print was punched out from the palm, turning into a real dragon more than a hundred meters long. It flew over with its teeth and claws, and wrapped one of them in a shroud. The battle corpse in the robe was torn to pieces.
"The power of a true dragon." The young master of Jiuyou, Nalan Xuebian, narrowed his eyes.
It is said that only the physical body of a real person can exert the power of a real dragon.
The so-called power of a true dragon is the power that a real dragon can exert.
"The cultivation level of Xiufeng does not reach that of a real person, otherwise he would be able to kill King Ziming with just a few clicks."
"The flower-picking thief, if your body is not strong, how can you control ten women at night and not wither, tsk tsk." The young man with short hair and black face appeared again, standing on the beach with his hands on his hips, sighing deeply, facing the sea breeze, puffing out his chest , making a strong and lonely look, as if the fierce man who controls ten girls at night is him.
Not far away, a dozen or so witches wearing scantily clad yin-yang double cultivators all rolled their eyes. No matter how they looked at them, they didn’t think that the young man with thin arms and thin legs in front of them looked like a strong man who could dominate ten women at night. Instead, they looked at the handsome man above the sea and sky. The elegant gust of wind was quite interesting, and everyone blinked with great interest.
"puff."
The second war corpse, whose combat power was comparable to the eighth peak of Destiny, was torn into pieces by Feng Feiyun, escaped from the corpse palace, and was crushed into corpse powder.
Just when Feng Feiyun killed the third war corpse, the seawater above the sea produced strange fluctuations. The seawater rose unexpectedly and condensed into a huge corpse-removing rune, which was dozens of miles long, with flowing water patterns. The runes continued to flow on the water, and the huge corpse-eliminating runes seemed to come alive, erupting with a divine power that destroyed the world.
Feng Feiyun also sensed a sense of crisis and knew that King Ziming sacrificed the world-suppressing corpse talisman of Ziming Corpse Cave under the water. It has the power to resist real people and the power to kill half a real person. This is Ziming One of the strongest foundations of Corpse Cave.
"boom."
A purple divine flower rose into the sky, covering dozens of miles. All the energy on the entire sea surface was mobilized, and the entire sea seemed to be reversed.
Feng Feiyun quickly launched his reincarnation speed, and moved his body directly sideways, trying to fly out of the coverage of the World-Suppressing Corpse Talisman, but his body hit a purple light curtain and was blocked back. Under the purple light Colorful ripples hit the screen.
Feng Feiyun mobilized all his strength, and his body was burning like a furnace. He blocked the first attack of the World-Suppressing Corpse Talisman, and his clothes were broken in several places.
The World-Suppressing Corpse Talisman began to gather strength again, and was about to launch a second, more terrifying attack. Feng Feiyun attacked the purple barrier with all his strength, trying to create a gap, but it was of no use. The power of the World-Suppressing Corpse Talisman could temporarily trap it. A real person, suppressing a half-real person, Feng Feiyun's physical strength is difficult to break the ban, unless he borrows the courage of the Heavenly Essence Soldiers.
"Big brother, I'll lend you a world-beating weapon."
Bi Ningshuai knocked out the Bloody God Jar, and it was like a bloody human head flying across the night sky. Set against the corpse talisman on the sea, the scene was indescribably hideous and terrifying.