Not only the city emperor who showed his holiness in front of the common people, but also the demonic monks who hid in the wilderness and used special means to observe the movements in the city also exclaimed. They also saw Feng Bingwen dragging the coffin and disappearing into the city.
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"Earth Immortal? How is this possible?"
Some demonic monks have been frightened out of their wits. Not even one of them has reached that realm. The strongest person in charge has just touched the realm of earthly immortals, and he has reached it through external means. Basically, there is no
It is possible to move forward again.
This group of people was sent to the rear of the Nine Continents of the human race, and they knew exactly what they were being treated as by those demonic figures.
But even if they are treated as abandoned children who can be discarded at any time, it does not mean that they have no chance of survival. As long as they are lucky enough to survive and return to the sect, this experience alone can change their spiritual path.
, achieve a leap-forward improvement.
But it's different now. Although based on their sneak peeks during this period, the young-looking monk didn't look like an earthly immortal, but the hand he just showed already said a lot.
There are not many powerful people who can pretend to be pigs and eat tigers these days. If you are really an Earth Immortal, hiding your cultivation and not letting them see it, it is not difficult.
Thinking of this, this group of trouble-making demonic monks broke out in cold sweat. Some of them, who were timid or more clever, began to think about how to oil the soles of their feet in preparation for kicking.
They stirred up trouble and trouble, and ended up being blamed by an earthly immortal. It was simply too long to live, and maybe this big shot had already discovered them, and was just hanging on to them, too lazy to take action.
"Master Gui, I suddenly remembered that I still have a furnace of Hundred Infants Soul Refining Pill that I am about to complete..."
Among the demonic monks who became more and more frightened as they thought about it, one of them immediately wanted to run away and took action. However, as soon as he gave his reason, someone else spoke one after another.
"The Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Pool I have refined is still short of the last magic ban before it can take shape!"
"It's a coincidence, I'm also refining a Soul Reverend Flag..."
All kinds of reasons that were mentioned in the past appeared at this moment. Even the person in charge, who was also interested in running away, was silent for a moment when he heard these excuses.
However, the next moment, his figure was like a candle that had been exposed to extreme heat, melting in an instant, turning into a pool of viscous liquid, blending into the shadows, and disappearing.
"This old guy can run pretty fast!"
"It's so messy!"
Seeing the person in charge who ran away without saying a word, the other demonic monks also cursed and then dispersed in a rush. No one was slow. If they really waited until the Earth Immortal came out and wanted to liquidate these small characters, it would be impossible.
Don't make it too easy.
But in the eyes of these demonic monks, Feng Bingwen, the "Earth Immortal" who pretends to be a pig to eat the tiger and fishes for the big fish, has entered a state of fighting.
Feng Bingwen has already summoned the five accompanying spirits. As for the only immortal weapon in his hand that can be used for killing, it is also hanging above his head, with one hundred and eight killing swords clanking.
And the reason why Feng Bingwen was so solemn and put on an all-out attitude was naturally because of the coffin that he dragged into the blessed land.
The lid of the coffin has been lifted. At this time, the coffin, which is only a few feet long, has turned into a gushing volcano. Hot flames flowed out from it, turning everything around the coffin into lava.
, like hell.
Looking at the lava land that was slowly spreading at a speed that could be observed by ordinary eyes, Feng Bingwen's expression was unprecedentedly solemn. Even the things in the coffin began to distort his blessed land before they even climbed out.
Such an exaggerated performance naturally reminded Feng Bingwen of the terrifying monsters that had left a mark in the history of the rise of the human race, even among the common folk.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
Drought!
In addition to this kind of mythical monster, Feng Bingwen could never imagine what kind of existence could cause such a terrifying scene lying in a coffin.
If there is any fear, of course he has no fear. He has come into contact with more than one real mythical creature, such as the real dragon, the golden crow, and the Kunpeng, and even killed two of them.
Compared with these mythical species with great reputations, the status of monsters like the Drought Demon is more than a little inferior.
But Feng Bingwen also knew that both the Golden Crow and the Kunpeng, whose bodies he had truly penetrated, had not reached their true peak and fully tapped out the potential contained in their bloodline.
But the drought demon in front of him is different. Even if it hasn't climbed out of the coffin, Feng Bingwen believes that this thing can really cause the terrifying scene of thousands of miles of red land described in the history books. The place where it appears,
There won't be any moisture left in the air.
Zila——
There was a short and rapid harsh friction sound, which was the sharp nails scratching the hard metal, and a claw with scarlet hair hanging down rested on the edge of the coffin, and then a monster sat up from the coffin.
The fiery stream of flames that erupted from his body and twisted and melted everything could not block Feng Bingwen's gaze. He had mastered the Golden Crow True Fire and even had a certain understanding of this ethnic group. He still had some unique advantages in this regard.
Advantages.
But even so, Feng Bingwen couldn't clearly see the appearance of this monster, because it was covered with thick and thick red hair. These hairs, which were harder than steel needles, obscured everything on his body, including his face.
It can only be roughly seen that it is human-shaped.
"..."
The burning eyes fell on him, and Feng Bingwen could feel the indifferent eyes under the thick hair, which showed a disregard for life and all things.
Without any hesitation, a purple thunder light exploded, and a killing sword cut through the flame stream with lightning speed, stabbing the monster's heavenly spirit.
Purple Sky Divine Thunder·Zhuxie
Dang~
The famous Shenxiao Tianlei cooperated with Feng Bingwen's understanding of the way of swordsmanship to deliver this almost fatal blow. Feng Bingwen can guarantee that even the immortals who practice martial arts will be killed by his sword.
It will turn into disintegrated charcoal with no chance of survival.
But when the sword landed on the monster's head, it made a roaring and concussive sound like a bell. Even the rolling thunder caused by the burst of divine thunder was suppressed for a while.
"What the hell!"
Even though he tentatively launched this sword attack, which was no different from a sneak attack, when he saw the result of this sword strike, which was just cutting off a few hairs from the red-haired monster, even Feng Bingwen
I have a good attitude and can't help but curse.
The strength of this body is too outrageous, and the sword he stabbed was the heavenly spirit. Logically speaking, for humanoid creatures, this position is most likely the life gate, but the result is obvious.
What makes Feng Bingwen even more helpless is that the Purple Sky Divine Thunder he has just cultivated to a certain extent, although it is only one of the evil-killing divine thunders, is a bit too stretched in terms of performance in fighting skills.
Of course, Feng Bingwen also knew that the occurrence of such things could not be entirely attributed to magical powers. After all, the performance of this magical power had already been proven by immortals.
In this way, it can only mean one thing, either Feng Bingwen has not mastered the magical power, or the physical strength of this monster has exceeded the range that Feng Bingwen, a little immortal, can handle.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain that with the blessing of divine thunder, a killing sword can't kill the monster's heavenly spirit. It doesn't make sense.
"die!"
However, Feng Bingwen did not have the opportunity to think too much at this time. His sword seemed to sting the monster that had just been raised from the coffin, and its stagnant thinking began to become active.
Even if there is not much wisdom in the cold eyes, even an ant with almost no intelligence and relying entirely on instinct will instinctively fight back when attacked, let alone this kind of monster.
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If possible, eliminate all threats that affect your own existence. This is a no-brainer!
boom!
Layers of gas explosion rings spread over Feng Bingwen's blessed land, just like a stone dropped into the calm water, causing ripples in circles and causing the entire lake to tremble.
In fact, with just a simple blow, Feng Bingwen's barren blessed land was indeed shaken by it. The strong shock caused no matter whether it was the only remaining human race gathering place in the center of the blessed land or the
All the monsters bred by the purple mountain in the northwest corner can be felt.
However, the human survivors in the center of the blessed land could only tremble in fear at this time, and the only thing they could do was to offer incense to the immortal statue standing in the center of the gathering place and pray for protection.
As for the rest, nothing can be done. In comparison, the Purple Mountain in the northwest is even calmer. Those monsters born under the insignificant power of the giant beasts outside the territory have little intelligence. Although they instinctively feel panic, they
It didn't take long for everyone to calm down again, and they tried to break through the blockade and go to further places.
"As expected of a zombie ancestor-level monster!"
Feng Bingwen, who had dodged that simple yet pure punch, stared at the monster several feet tall with cold and ruthless eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.
"This physique is indeed incredibly strong!"
Because in order to throw this punch at him, this Hanban had to withstand a round of strangulation by the sword array, and had to break through the blockade of Feng Bingwen's five guardian spirits. Then, Feng Bingwen hid to avoid its sharp edge.
Regardless of whether it was his sword array or the magical powers used by the five protective spirits, the damage caused to this drought demon cannot be said to be zero. It can only be said to be scraping, which is better than nothing.
The Drought Demon is a type of zombie, but it has reached the pinnacle of what ghostly things like zombies can reach. It can cause natural disasters thousands of miles away just by walking around, which is the best proof.
Zombies are yin objects, formed by the channeling of corpses and the gathering of yin energy from the earth's veins. Ordinary zombies are not much colder to the bone, at least they have no temperature.
However, the existence of Drought Demon is like an active volcano. For zombies, such changes will occur, indicating that the essential transformation has been completed, and the cathode and yang are born.
When it reaches this level, even if it is originally a Yin spirit, the harm it brings cannot be ignored even by immortals.
"roar!"
To Feng Bingwen's surprise and admiration, the zombie ancestor, who seemed to have no intelligence, let alone any normal thinking, just responded with a roar of filial piety, causing the Changkong, which had just been slightly calm, to stir up waves again.
"Conventional means are useless!"
Feng Bingwen rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. Whether it was swordsmanship or thunder magic, Feng Bingwen felt that his level should be above the average level of his peers.
Even if it were another immortal, whether it was Sword Immortal or Lei Xiu, as long as they were in the same realm as him, there should be nothing they could do against this monster.
If you want to eradicate this monster from this world, you can only use a higher level of power to crush it with crushing advantage.
But in addition to this pure and extreme violence, there is also a compromise method, banning!
This is also one of the most commonly used methods by cultivators, especially against monsters like Drought Demon that are incredibly strong and beyond common sense.
If you can't kill them with Taoist magical powers, you can only use time. Even the immortals who claim to have attained immortality have lost more than one or two in the long course of time.
Feng Bingwen also wanted to learn from those Taoist seniors, but the only thing in his hand that was suitable for banning was his barren blessed land. He just went out and threw Hanbao in it. If he didn't care, it wasn't impossible. Anyway, he was like this
There is nothing good in the blessed land.
But this affected Feng Bingwen's subsequent plans. He later planned to build this blessed place into a training place for those disciples with mediocre qualifications and unworthy of training.
No matter how hard he thought, Feng Bingwen would not be reconciled to just abandoning a mere Drought Demon, let alone the fact that the monster in front of him was the culprit of all the tragedies he had seen these days.
"In this case, let's use some unconventional means!"
Facing the cold gaze of the red-haired giant monster opposite, Feng Bingwen put away the ancient sword tower, and also waved away the five guardian spirits. Ignoring the concerns they conveyed, he walked towards Hanba with bare hands.
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And this monster, who didn't know how many human races it had killed or indirectly harmed, was not polite at all when it saw Feng Bingwen's appearance. The body covered by thick red hair disappeared directly from the place, leaving only Feng Bingwen.
There was an afterimage.
boom--
A roaring sound that could make one's eardrums explode was heard. At that moment, it seemed as if thousands of thunderbolts exploded simultaneously, and dark cracks as thin as hairs flashed across the sky, just like an illusion.
“It doesn’t feel bad!”
Feng Bingwen, who had transformed into a body of six feet, pinched the monster's claws towards his chest with his bare hands, and a bright smile appeared on his face, because he felt the tremendous power that made his body boil.