"Haha, is this the number one genius of Ziwei Palace, Jian Feng?
It’s nothing more than that.”
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Teng's black clothes fluttered in the wind, and he laughed loudly.
Jianfeng's expression turned cold, his strength had reached a level that even the elders would look up to.
In full view of everyone, he failed to capture Wang Teng and was ridiculed by this kid. This was really a shame for him.
He gritted his teeth violently, revealed a cruel smile, and said coldly: "Really? Then I'll let you know how powerful I really am."
Wang Teng's strength just surprised him.
The power he displayed with this attack was just the tip of the iceberg.
Taking down Wang Teng is still effortless.
Roar! The huge dragon he sat down on let out an extremely ferocious roar, like ten thousand divine thunders exploding, shaking the surrounding space and constantly shattering it like powder.
Boom! The strong wind roars.
That huge dragon tail was like a purple mountain, crushing the void and heading towards Wang Teng.
It is hundreds of meters thick, densely covered with purple scales, and full of an incomparable sense of power.
It was smashed in such an angry manner, with a majestic momentum, like thunder roaring, like thousands of troops galloping.
Under the overwhelming murderous aura, Wang Teng was as weak as a firefly, filled with an insignificant smell.
When he took action, the purple dragon's eyes, which were made of purple gems, also flashed a look of contempt.
It was obvious that he did not take this weak human being seriously and dared to mock him. He was simply desperate.
"It's just a beast. He dares to run wild here. He really doesn't care about life and death. In this case, I will teach you a lesson for this long worm."
Wang Teng smiled coldly, with a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes. Jianfeng only used a purple dragon to deal with him, obviously wanting to humiliate him.
If he didn't take care of the true purple worm, wouldn't it mean that he couldn't even get past one of the opponent's mounts?
This is a kind of blasphemy to both him and the reputation of Beihua Immortal Mansion.
"die!"
At that moment, Wang Teng shouted coldly, his tongue bursting with heavenly sounds, and the endless power of the soul merged together to form a divine sword that was thousands of miles long, like a super sword that fell from another world.
The divine sword will destroy the world.
The murderous intent is shocking and the situation is changing.
The thick divine sword was connected to the sky and the earth, and the temperature between the heaven and the earth suddenly dropped. The spirits of many people felt more like ants seeing a giant dragon, with a trembling and frightened smell.
"This power of the soul..." Some old men with white hair and beards couldn't help but change their expressions, and a flash of shock flashed across their aged eyes.
Everyone knows that in the universe, the cultivation of the soul is the most difficult.
It is too ethereal, and it is difficult to find any particularly effective method to hone and shape the soul in a special way.
At present, Wang Teng's soul power has reached such a powerful level.
It made their hearts boiling as if a big stone had been dropped.
Such an attack would make even the elders of their generation become frightened and extremely serious. If one is not careful, there is a risk of being wiped out by the soul and dying.
"This is... Yuan Shen Cheng Pagoda, he has actually achieved this step..." Taoist Priest Ziwei's old eyes were fixed on Wang Teng's forehead, as if he saw something, and he couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart.
There was a look of horror in his eyes, and he hissed.
The towering of the soul is a state that can only be achieved in legends.
Not to mention their older generation, even if we look at the entire history of the universe, there are very few people who can achieve this step, and they are all geniuses and powerful beings with unparalleled opportunities.
To ordinary people, it is almost invisible.
Between Wang Teng's eyebrows, there is a faint pattern of a purple pagoda.
This is the sign that the soul has become a tower.
There was great horror in his heart. It was really shocking that he could achieve this step when his realm had not yet reached the 20th level of the quasi-god realm.
At this stage, it is the trump card that scares everyone.
He took a deep breath, but there was still a trace of regret in his eyes, and he sighed deeply, this is really a monster worthy of the name.
"The soul becomes a tower?
How can this be?"
Originally aloof, if the god looked down at the ant's sword, his expression completely changed. He naturally understood that the power of the soul was terrifying when it formed a tower.
He tried his best and it was hard to resist.
At that moment, he gritted his teeth and punched Wang Teng's Soul Sword.
His mount is not as strong as him, so naturally he cannot let anything happen to it.
Otherwise, it would be equivalent to a slap in the face.
Pfft! However, Wang Teng's sword of the soul is so sharp that it has the power to kill all the heavens.
The fist light and the purple dragon's tail all collapsed like chickens and dogs, turned into countless smoke and dust, and were annihilated in the void.
Then, the blazing divine sword was unwavering, unabated, and slashed mercilessly.
The purple dragon roared, and in an instant it used more than a dozen powerful magic weapons, but to no avail.
Blood sprayed.
The purple dragon, with its huge dragon head, suddenly looked like a palace, falling from a high altitude and smashing down a magnificent mountain cliff.
The blood spurted out like a waterfall from the neck of the dragon corpse, gathering into a small river in the mountains and forests, flowing along the ravines, with a strong smell of blood.
Hiss! Seeing this, there was a sudden gasp of air from all around, and a deep look of fear could not help but appear on everyone's face.
This is a strange beast with extremely rare bloodline and species. I heard that Jianfeng searched thousands of ancient stars before finding such a purple dragon in a very wild and vicissitudes of land.
Now he was killed by Wang Teng with one sword.
Like some kind of dam, it makes their hearts boil, and they can't control themselves.
Ouch~ The purple dragon let out a desolate and painful wail. It was obvious that even to the point of death, he could not believe that the noble and powerful creature would die in the hands of an unknown young man.
The huge dragon body fell down, sinking a mountainous area, causing many ancient trees to collapse, the rocks turning to dust, and the ground sinking four to five meters.
It can be seen how heavy the dragon corpse is.
There was silence all around.
Many people couldn't help but shrink their necks in fear, and their faces turned pale.
Jianfeng attaches great importance to this purple dragon. To a certain extent, it is equivalent to his face. Now Wang Teng actually used the sword of the soul to kill the purple dragon forcefully in front of everyone's attention. With Jianfeng's arrogance,
Absolutely unbearable.
They all smelled the smell of coming rain.
"Ah~" Sure enough, as soon as their thoughts fell, a loud roar filled with anger, pain, and violence rang out.
