Chapter 826 Fight against Xin Wuhen again (seeking a monthly ticket)
Only Xin Wuhen could see the weight of Zhao Feng's kick.
If only brute force was used, the hardness of the material of the "Bronze Suspended Coffin" and the counterattack power of Xuanyin would be enough to injure the Virtual God King.
Even if Zhao Feng's Holy Thunder Body is powerful, it is difficult for him to remain unharmed.
However.
His kick happened to hit the loophole in the protective power of the "bronze hanging coffin", and the force of his body shook it into the seam of the coffin mouth.
At the same time, the ancient green shoes under Zhao Feng's feet played a certain protective role.
As for the backlash of the Xuanyin power of the "Xuanyin Bronze", it was properly neutralized by the strong power of Zhao Feng's mutated Blood Demonic Yang.
"What a powerful force of Xuanyin."
Zhao Feng swayed slightly, feeling the powerful evil power contained in the material of the bronze hanging coffin.
But this thing has no effect on him.
The soul treasure in the hanging coffin is what Zhao Feng is truly moved by.
"唔"
Zhao Feng's second kick in the air, with even more domineering force, hit the seam of the coffin of the "bronze hanging coffin".
bang
This time, Zhao Feng kicked most of the bronze hanging coffin open.
roar
The evil energy of the precious light soaring into the sky caused the entire dark underground tomb to alternate between light and dark.
A broken skeleton was revealed in the hanging coffin.
Among them, the most obvious and largest one is a cloud silk robe, with a silky green luster flowing all over the body, which is padded under the skeleton.
Then, there was a piece of strange jade as big as a baby's palm, which exuded a warm fragrance and filled the entire hanging coffin.
In addition, there are some scattered jewelry and funerary objects, all of which are extraordinary.
"Young people can't even think about taking the treasure to themselves."
The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes join forces, and the three kingly powers are connected in a layer of earthy yellow shadow field.
boom
Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng couldn't help but sink, and they collided closely with the three kings.
"Hey, where is that important soul treasure?"
Zhao Feng felt the evil soul power of the soul treasure, but could not find the target.
Rumble
During the fight, the lid of the bronze hanging coffin was turned over, revealing a purple-black ashlar inlaid on it.
"It's the soul stone"
The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun suddenly dropped Xin Wuhen and flew towards the hanging coffin behind them.
Actually.
The bronze hanging coffin was the closest to Xin Wuhen, but it was blocked by the half of the skeleton. Zhao Feng and others still walked past it.
At this time, the half of the skeleton was almost sealed. Xin Wuhen turned around and intervened in the fight for the hanging coffin treasure.
Boom boom boom
For a time, the confrontation between many kings was chaotic and fierce.
Some treasures flew into the air during the fight.
"It turns out to be a soul-suppressing stone. No wonder it absorbed such amazing Yin evil soul power."
Zhao Feng is not interested in other treasures.
"Body of Holy Thunder"
Zhao Feng's silver-blue metal-like body was lifted up by a few points out of thin air, and the invisible electric lines of power pushed away the surrounding forces of confrontation.
Peng
Green clouds burst out from the ancient shoes under his feet, like a wild bull, impacting with domineering force and knocking away the two nearby kings.
And then.
Zhao Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the "soul-soothing stone" in his hand.
The soul-suppressing stone exudes a majestic and astonishing evil spirit, and most kings would not dare to approach it.
Zhao Feng used his powerful body to grab the soul-suppressing stone, and his own soul and will resisted the impact and erosion of the evil soul power within it.
"What a powerful Yinsha soul power"
Zhao Feng's soul endured rounds of erosion and impact.
Just a few traces of the soul power left several nearby kings confused and their souls eroded.
Seeing the situation, several nearby kings distanced themselves from Zhao Feng.
The Eighth Prince and others looked as if they were freaks. The "soul-suppressing stone" suppressed and absorbed the power of countless evil ghosts. If they were left by their side, they would probably disturb their cultivation and keep their inner demons at bay, causing hundreds of harms.
Unprofitable.
Others avoid the soul stone.
Only Zhao Feng took the initiative to take this hot potato.
"Jie Jie, you foolish human being, your body seems to be pretty good..."
A sinister and ferocious voice came from the soul-suppressing stone.
The owner of that voice is a remnant spirit will, similar to the state of the Purple Saint's remnant spirit.
"The Remaining Spirit of the Holy Lord"
Xin Wuhen lost his temper slightly, and he also put some distance between himself and the soul stone to compete for other treasures.
"Tsk tsk... This thief is really stupid. He missed a great opportunity for a long time and only went to provoke the difficult Soul-Calming Stone.
The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes seemed to take pleasure in others' misfortune.
The remnant spirit of the Holy Lord sealed in the soul-suppressing stone, even if it is a remnant spirit, the will of the remnant soul is extremely weak, which cannot be provoked by an idle king.
Boom
At the soul level, there was a violent shock, and there was a powerful scene that shook the world; the "Holy Lord's Remnant Spirit" sealed in the demon-suppressing stone, with a great and boundless artistic conception, rushed into this human body in the Alchemy Realm with a sinister smile.
"You will not live if you do your own evil."
Luo Zun's eyes showed a trace of mockery and coldness.
Boom boom boom
At this moment, other strong men on the field competed for the treasure that was flying in the air.
Everyone had a tacit understanding and kept distance from Zhao Feng to avoid being invaded by the evil will in the "Demon Suppressing Stone".
Nangong Sheng is trying his best to compete for the largest "Yun Silk Robe".
His attack speed is top-notch. If he had more defensive treasures, it would be perfect.
original.
Nangong Sheng was still a little worried about Zhao Feng's condition, but a voice came from his mind: "Leave me alone."
This voice is calm and powerful.
Nangong Sheng felt an inexplicable sense of confidence, and immediately focused on competing for the Yun silk robe.
He expected that the "Zuotong Tianjun" who was famous in Canghai could even threaten the Holy Master of Xuanguang Realm at his peak.
"Jiejie..."
With a burst of sinister laughter, the remnant spirit of the Holy Lord broke into Zhao Feng's soul sea world.
Left pupil space.
Zhao Feng's purple soul sea is two to three hundred feet in diameter, and the core area is a blue lake.
"Hey, that's not right..."
The remnant spirit of the Holy Lord broke into Zhao Feng's soul sea world, his expression changed, and he was frightened by the aura of immortal thunder and calamity.
"Such a weak remnant spirit of the Holy Lord, please die."
Zhao Feng sneered.
With a thought, one or two hundred lines of "divine tribulation thunder power" suddenly lit up in the purple sea of souls.
"What kind of breath of divine calamity..."
The remnant spirit of the Holy Lord was frightened to death and screamed.
boom
Like thousands of thunders hitting the top, the "Holy Lord's remnant spirit" screamed and was instantly wiped out.
This remnant spirit of the Holy Lord is even weaker than the remnant spirit of the Purple Saint back then; it is not much stronger than the remnant spirit of the demigod that first appeared. It is just a high-level artistic conception and pretentiousness.
It should never have rushed into Zhao Feng's soul sea world.
Zhao Feng's "Great Emperor's Will" has not been restored, and his use of the divine tribulation thunder power is relatively limited. However, if the opponent breaks into the soul sea world, it will be different, and he may even be counterattacked by the divine tribulation thunder power.
With one thought, Zhao Feng turned it into ashes.
This move also greatly shocked the other evil spirits in the "Suppressing Demon Stone".
Because the Yin evil soul power of the Demon Suppressing Stone penetrated and connected to Zhao Feng's soul sea world, the rest of the evil Yin remnant souls were frightened and uneasy.
Swish
Zhao Feng firmly grasped the Demon Suppressing Stone and put it into the ancient iron ring.
at this time.
The fight over the bronze hanging coffin is not over yet.
The eighth prince and Luo Zun's target was the hanging coffin itself, and they fought fiercely with the three middle-aged kings in yellow robes.
Xin Wuhen used his strong strength to successfully obtain the strange jade that exudes warmth and fragrance.
Nangong Sheng has special abilities and seizes the opportunity to successfully obtain the extremely valuable "Cloud Silk Robe".
At this time.
The largest part of the hanging coffin was divided between the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun. The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes were defeated by the Eighth Prince and the two, and barely got a coffin lid.
And then.
The competition for other small burial items in the hanging coffin all depends on luck and strength.
"Xin Wuhen, don't let those two thieves go."
"The 'Cloud Silkworm Silk Robe' obtained by the thief was made from the cloud silk swallowed by the 'Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly'."
"Although this silk robe is light, it has strong defense. It is invulnerable to water and fire, and is difficult to break through with divine weapons. It has a certain immunity to various five-element attacks..."
The three middle-aged men in yellow robes looked at Nangong Sheng with hatred.
In "Two Evils with Purple Hair", Zhao Feng was invaded by the remnant soul of the Holy Lord and was unable to survive.
Then, the remaining Nangong Sheng will be easier to deal with.
"snort"
Suddenly, a tyrannical physical force clung to Nangong Sheng's side.
"How could you..."
The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes, their bodies and minds sank, in disbelief, looking at the purple-haired young man who suddenly appeared.
"How is it possible that the invasion of the remnant spirit of the Holy Lord has no effect?"
The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun stared at the purple-haired boy in astonishment as if nothing had happened.
It seemed that Zhao Feng had no trace of a successful invasion.
There is no change in his strength, aura and demeanor.
If Zhao Feng was successfully invaded or controlled by his inner demons, he would never be so calm and nonchalant.
In a short time, many of the kings and elites present were shocked and confused.
With the return of Zhao Feng, the complete "Purple Haired Double Evil" is enough to scare any side on the field.
Many people are afraid of Nangong Sheng's strength.
At least if they were to fight alone, no one except Xin Wuhen would be sure.
And this purple-haired boy is even more unfathomable. He successfully ingested the "Demon Suppressing Stone", and even the remnant spirit of the Holy Lord invaded his body, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
"No matter who you are, Xin has promised these three allies..."
Xin Wuhen looked solemn, and there was a fighting spirit in his body.
Obviously, he wants to stand up for the three kings.
Although the purple-haired boy at the moment made him unable to see clearly, at the same time, he felt like he had seen him before.
"Xin Wuhen, take my punch first."
Zhao Feng laughed loudly, pushing his holy body strength to the limit, and a pair of substantial wings of water and thunder ripples condensed on his back.
That moment.
Many powerful and elite people present felt the power of the artistic conception that blanketed the world.
boom
Zhao Feng simply punched with a single punch, and his energy exploded, burning a layer of bright red glass flames. The ripples of water and thunder wings behind it fluttered and danced, creating a powerful artistic conception that penetrated the world.
The three middle-aged kings in yellow robes who were nearby felt a huge impact on their mind and senses, creating a sense of trance.
That seemingly simple punch also incorporated a powerful soul realm.
If it were an ordinary king, he wouldn't even be able to fight back.
Xin Wuhen's mind was slightly shaken, his expression changed, he took a deep breath, took a step forward, and created a five-color vortex with one stroke of his hand.
The five-color vortex is full of light and has a broad artistic conception that embraces all things.
Buzz
The two forces twisted together, creating a strange silence; the five-color vortex rotated, boiling inside.