Chapter two hundred and sixty-five usurping luck, the immortals are furious
"Available?"
The solid dragon armor shone with purple fairy light, brilliant and dazzling. The young man put on the dragon armor took off the armor covering his face and held a gorgeous halberd with a hearty smile on his face. Wen Sheng asked.
Behind him, Hongmeng evolved into chaos and mist, and a huge chicken-like egg floated and floated. Among them was a baby sleeping with his arms on his knees, sleeping very sweetly.
"Why is your magic power so strong?"
Just like the previous defeated Tianjian Daozi, he was driven deep into the ground. Netherworld Daozi, who was embedded in a piece of hard rock, raised his head and looked up at the heroic young man wearing a strong sword with complicated eyes.
This fight was normal at first, and she even had the illusion of winning for a while, but then the Taishang Daozi opposite showed a strange phenomenon and seemed to have discovered something. In the end, this guy stopped pretending and took out the magic weapon. .
Then, the situation reversed in an instant. Before she could even react, the ghost country was torn into pieces. The resentful souls accumulated by the hard work of killing foreigners were directly swept away under the mighty sword energy.
Then came a nightmare-like scene. In front of everyone, the dignified Daozi of Netherworld Dao was pressed and beaten by others. He had no power to fight back and could only struggle to hold on.
However, Youming Daozi didn't care about this. She was just astonished at how Feng Bingwen's magic power was so powerful. He could actually use the seven-handled psychic magic weapon as unscrupulously and as he pleased like a Yuandan monk.
What's even more unreasonable is that with such a huge consumption of mana, he actually still has the power to control other psychic magic weapons. Let's not talk about where he got so many magic weapons. The key question is why he uses so many psychic magic weapons at the same time?
Ordinary Yuandan monks do not have this background. Do you really think that there is no threshold requirement for using magic weapons? In this world, there are very few magic weapons that can move by themselves without a master. Each one is a famous fairy weapon. It is enough to suppress the foundation of a sect and be passed down for thousands of years.
"My physique is good!"
Feng Bingwen replied that this was his real combat power, and his magical powers and spells were just a joke with these monks of the same realm.
This does not mean that the destructive power of magical spells is weaker than that of magical weapons. It is just that magical spells require time-consuming study and too much preparation is required to exert their power.
The use of magic weapons is very simple. As long as there is no conflict between the spiritual powers, pouring the magic power into it can make it exert its power. The real difficulty lies in how to obtain a powerful magic weapon.
Feng Bingwen defeated Netherworld Daozi with a crushing force. The key point was that the magic weapons he used were beyond what he could use at his current level. Even a genius can only use magic weapons that breed spirituality as a trump card.
There is no way, the consumption is too great, even the powerful genius of the powerful sect cannot support it. But Feng Bingwen, an alien, can support this consumption.
The means of fighting for one's life have become ordinary moves in his hands. How can this Netherworld Taoist be invincible?
"constitution!"
Netherworld Daozi was silent, isn't the reason why Tianjiao are called Tianjiao because they have the advantage in nature? They have the qualifications that ordinary practitioners can only look up to in their lifetime.
I just didn't expect that one day someone would crush him with his qualifications. Although he used magic weapons, she couldn't do the same thing if she was asked to do it. Her magic power couldn't support the nine psychic magic weapons of the Imperial Envoy. .
Although she was a little unwilling to do so, she had already lost in the life-and-death fight and had no excuses.
Although the geniuses of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths fight have unspoken rules that need to be followed - for example, they cannot use life-saving means and stop at the last minute.
But for them, the method of keeping the bottom of the box to save lives can already be used as a routine method for this person, so naturally it cannot be restricted by this.
"I lost!"
Netherworld Daozi stood up and admitted his defeat with a calm face. The Netherworld fog spread, covering his figure.
But at the moment she admitted that she lost, a sudden change occurred, and behind her, a shadow of Pluto appeared, wearing heavy armor and lingering in the ghostly aura of death.
Before the Netherworld Taoist could say anything, in the vision behind Feng Bingwen, in the chaos surrounding the giant egg, dozens of vines with thorns and sharp thorns condensed out of thin air and wrapped around the hazy statue.
of Hades.
"Feng Bingwen, what do you want to do?"
In the hand of Netherworld Daozi, a white bone sickle suddenly appeared. It was a weapon that had not been taken out in previous battles. The moment this bone sickle appeared, the aura of this Daozi changed.
The breath disappeared, the breath of the dead emerged, and the whole figure became a little dim.
It's no wonder she was so frightened and angry, because this time, her Pluto image emerged, completely out of control. Instead, it was pulled by the vision behind the guy opposite and forced to emerge.
"There is no need to be angry. You lost. I just took some of what you deserve from you!"
Feng Bingwen was wearing the Purple Dragon Armor, holding the Fangtian Euphorbia, and the Xuanhuang Immortal Cauldron in his belly, rising and falling slightly, ready to go, ready to suppress everything at any time.
The reason why he suddenly took action and forcibly defeated this Netherworld Taoist with the power of thunder was just for this moment.
"So you left... OK, I remember it!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Youming Daozi was slightly startled. Then she felt that she didn't seem to be affected in any way, and she immediately understood.
The white bone sickle in his hand was put away, and then he didn't move, letting the thorns and vines that grew out of the chaos drain away an indescribable energy from his body.
"What I lost this time, I will definitely take back from you the next time we meet."
The tone and demeanor of Netherworld Daozhi, who was originally indifferent to this defeat, became extremely different from before.
Netherworld Daozi lost to Taishang Daozi. It was nothing in the first place. If she lost, she would lose. Everyone thought it was normal and no one would say anything to her. On the contrary, she won and she could become famous through it.
The most important thing is that this battle was not what she wanted to fight, but a certain elder who was outside and conveyed instructions to her through secret means. She didn't want to ignore it at first, but her sister also received the same instruction.
Require.
As a last resort, she had no choice but to follow her, and then she saw her sister being suppressed. As a last resort, she had no choice but to take action.
She doesn't care about winning or losing, it doesn't matter if she loses, it's better if she wins, but just like that, it only delays her time to massacre the aliens - such an opportunity is very rare for her.
However, it was different now. That Taishang Daozi took something away from her. Although she didn't know what it was and she didn't have any specific reaction, it was probably luck.
She had read similar records. In ancient times, there was a race of geniuses who embarked on the path of being invincible to all races. At first, they were unremarkable, but when they won more and more victories, a qualitative change suddenly occurred.
It's just that most people who take this road end up miserable and die extremely tragically. Of course, every person who succeeds is like the bright and scorching sun above the sky, dazzling and suppressing an era.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen responded casually and turned his attention back to behind him. In the chaos behind him, he saw a majestic figure that was almost the same as Pluto behind Netherworld Daozi.
However, as soon as this figure appeared, it was crushed, broken, and then swallowed by the giant egg lingering in chaos.
The giant egg solidified at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the body of the baby sleeping on his knees had grown a little larger, and this change naturally affected Feng Bingwen.
In the sea of ââââQi in his Dantian, a vast and far-reaching qi flowed, and the surging innate Five Elements Immortal Spiritual Qi could be seen to be solidified to the naked eye. The two talismans floating in it suddenly changed faintly, and the five-color divine light
The Dantian shines, the thunder explodes and the air sea is shaken.
"I hope you haven't been defeated by someone else before I see you next time!"
Seeing Feng Bingwen whose aura suddenly increased out of thin air, after saying a word, Netherworld Daozi turned into light and left. However, before leaving, she killed a dragon whose limbs had been chopped off in a broken mountain range.
The giant Bo took it away.
If this giant hadn't helped her block the sword energy of the seven killing swords, she would have lost faster, but even so, it didn't change the result, it just delayed some time.
And just when Feng Bingwen was enjoying the fruits of victory and immersed in the joy and beauty of the substantial improvement in strength, the more and more geniuses outside were also exploding. They had just witnessed the overwhelming victory.
One battle.
They were talking a lot and communicating fiercely, and outside the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, in Qianlongyuan, many immortals and powerful men from various sects, sect elders, etc. were also having heated exchanges. Two of them even
Started to take action.
"How dare you do this when the Supreme Master Tao Zhan Bao commits murder?"
The face of the Ghost Mountain Master was gloomy. Behind him, there were bones all over the ground, and the ghost country's shadow loomed in the sky. He had practiced the ghost country's magical powers in preparation for opening up a blessed land.
"You use magic weapons to commit crimes, Mountain Master. What you are saying is too ignorant. As a monk, isn't it a matter of course to use magic weapons? If you don't use magic weapons, isn't it the same as a mortal who cuts off his arms?"
Zhao Junxian was graceful, distinguished, and stood in front of an angry human immortal with a calm expression, showing no intention of giving in.
"Your disciple has taken away my Taoist sect's destiny. Even if you are the son of an immortal, you can't suppress this matter. You must give us an explanation today."
The Ghost Mountain Master's eyes are deep and dark, with a little red light shining in the black pupils. They have no human color and look like a fierce ghost.
He was really going crazy. Not only did the person who sent it in with his own hands belong to someone else's family, but he also took away part of his own talent.
"When monks fight, winning or losing is normal!"
Zhao Junxian fought hard according to "reason" and refused to give in. A Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda floated leisurely, and the fairy light it emitted was enough to keep an angry immortal as calm as he should be.