A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Tang Feifan's mouth. The magic needle behind him seemed to be slashed by a knife and axe. It was divided into eight clusters in an instant, clearly distinguishing between them and never interfering.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of immortal magic needles collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Suddenly, the magic needle took root on the Fengshan platform, from his feet and legs to his waist, and then to his chest, turning into a figure in the blink of an eye. He turned his head slightly and made a crisp sound of a click, which turned into Tang Feifan's appearance, a purple robe and a handsome face.

From the appearance alone, we can't tell the difference between each other at all. Only the person's eyes are unsightly and there are slight differences in breath. However, unless we advance to the soul, it is difficult to distinguish the subtle differences between each other.

For some reason, when Tang Cheng saw this scene, he suddenly remembered the silver-browed old man on the Black Fish Island in the South China Sea. The old man was also practicing eight strange corpses wrapped in white robes, but they were very different from Tang Feifan's technique.

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar!"

This faint greeting was like a talisman that urged Yan Luo to die. As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Feifan had crossed dozens of miles of space like the wind and came outside the sparse forest. What was even more terrifying was that the nine Tang Feifans advanced side by side, without a distinction between order, as if they were a wall of crazy advancement, giving people supreme pressure.

After this series of strange events, at this time, the monks who were still stranded in the same place and could not go to the end were all very confident in their cultivation. However, the real world is not passionate, and confidence and momentum sometimes cannot guarantee the arrival of victory.

Tang Feifan's eight incarnations each found their opponents. The attack methods of these guys were extremely strange and the sofa was sharp. They did not resist the opponent's attacks, ignored all attacks, but just pounced on them.

Tang Cheng saw a monk holding a long sword as if he had entered a nobody's realm, piercing through Tang Feifan's chest in the blink of an eye. However, Tang Feifan's expressionless face was still moving forward, but a big hole was revealed in the injured place, and purple air was filled with mist. The monk he passed through instantly lost all his vitality and turned into a tomb of dry bones.

Anyone underestimated these incarnations would have to pay a price. Tang Cheng saw with his own eyes that King Zhao smashed the incarnation with the Nine Dragon Seal, but the broken incarnation instantly turned into tens of thousands of tiny magic needles, and shot Zhao Ningshuang into a sieve in the blink of an eye. Poor Zhao Ningshuang's generation of handsome men turned into a handful of ashes without even saying a last word.

"Ningshuang..."

The only disciple who regarded as treasures died, his soul and soul were destroyed, and it was in front of King Zhao himself. This sense of powerless humiliation and stimulation directly made King Zhao crazy. However, his eyes were bright red and he rushed left and right, but he was tightly entangled by Tang Feifan's two incarnations. The situation was as dangerous as eggs. If you were not careful, it would be the end of the death of the soul and death.

Sima Chengzhen's condition was also very bad. When these incarnations came, he hurriedly pulled out the green wood hairpin on his hair bun to meet the enemy. This low-grade artifact was a reward given to him by the sect at his soul banquet. The green wood hairpin was only seven inches long, and Sima Chengzhen usually used it as a hairpin to fix his hair. Although this green wood hairpin is a little weak, it is not his appetite, but the artifact is not a cabbage. It is already a good choice for Sima Chengzhen to get one for free.

After all, there are many disciples of Lou Guan Dao, and there are too many monks and few porridges, so there is always not enough treasures. Lou Guan Dao is not like Kunwu Jianzhai. It emphasizes that there is nothing else outside the sword. Even if there is a magical weapon in hand, it will never be used.

The green wood hairpin painted a series of green and green light belts in the air. The function of these light belts is to restrain their opponents. However, Tang Feifan's incarnation was not subject to any constraints and rushed straight towards him. The green light belt was broken and extremely fragile. In fact, this was not the case. When Tang Cheng's incarnation touched the green light belt, part of his body suddenly turned into a purple-red magic needle, making the light belt full of holes, which made the light belt look vulnerable.

At the critical moment of life and death, Sima Chengzhen screamed strangely, and a virtual statue of the ancestor spirit suddenly appeared behind him - Jiao Mujiao. In the holy carving railings before the Holy Palace of Daozong, Jiao Mujiao ranked first among the twenty-eight constellations in the Zhoutian world, known as the number one in fighting and fighting, but it was the most powerful. Unfortunately, Sima Chengzhen never had a handy magic weapon.

Even so, the moment the Jiao Mujiao appeared, Sima Chengzhen's strength increased several times. The green wood hairpin connected a green net of light in the air, suddenly covering Tang Feifan's incarnation, and bought him a breathing time.

Then, Sima Chengzhen did not dare to delay any longer, and used his escape technique to soar into the sky and went far away in an instant. Although he was very unwilling to escape, Sima Chengzhen at least saved his life.

Among the remaining thirty people, whether they were monks from the three major temples or casual cultivators who came here by chance, there was no way to stop the coming of killing. Tang Feifan’s transformation and his life was gone. Only Pengxuan Sanren waved the fiery red ruler named Liuzhang Fire Dragon and scattered bright red flowers in the air.

Tang Feifan's incarnation did not dare to have a little contact with the red flower, and could only roar fiercely on the outside and frequently rush. However, Peng Xuansan, surrounded by the six incarnations, was unable to attack and could only passively defend.

Seeing the enemy being defeated under his own attack, Tang Feifan laughed loudly and pointed at Tang Cheng and said, "I have a chance to meet thousands of miles away, but I have no chance to meet each other. I have just achieved my magical skills, so why do you come and support me? We are really good brothers! Speaking of which, all my achievements are given by you. My brother, how should I thank you?"

Although the two were brothers of the same clan, they were life-and-death enemies. Tang Feifan was inspired by a series of stimulations in killing his parents, and Tang Cheng made an indelible contribution in it.

"If you hadn't given me a defeat that day, I wouldn't have gone to Chang'an to kill the lord. If there were no such war that lasted billions of people, how could my power increase so quickly!"

Tang Cheng's face changed drastically. His practice of Taoism was short and he could not be indifferent to the sufferings of the mortal world. Tang Feifan even fixed the source of all this sufferings on him. For a moment, Tang Cheng felt extremely depressed and breathless.

"Since your life has withered so much, why should you survive?" Tang Cheng sighed in a low voice and said, "For the sake of the same clan, let me use the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword to send you a glory!"

The blazing white sword light shot out and slashed Tang Feifan. Tang Cheng was in a state of great excitement, so the bright sword light was hundreds of feet wide and slashed in front of Tang Feifan's eyes the moment he drew his sword.
Chapter completed!