Chapter 1214 The Fuya of the Seven Souls and Resentments
The white ancient forest has left pale traces, just like the ferocious shadow on the ghost-claw locust tree, spreading the ghost claws all over the earth...
The eyebrow-like moon, like eyes full of contempt, is mocking the unique figure in the canopy, as if not optimistic about what he is doing at the moment, using up all its brilliance and expecting him to shed the last drop of "A scholar is a confidant"
"Dead" blood.
Gusts of dark wind howled, and the roar from Yun's throat spread out bit by bit. The resulting chain reaction caused more corpses to gather here.
Rotten, ferocious, and disgusting faces tightly surrounded Feng Jueyu, exuding the monstrous ferocity wantonly. Thousands of corpses appeared just like this. They were no different from what they imagined.
The only thing that makes Feng Jueyu feel shameful is that the white-haired Feimei hasn't appeared yet.
Damn it.
He originally wanted to make a quick decision, using the arm bones of Xuan Zhong and the Great Sage King, the five-color divine power, the origin of Yin evil, and many prerequisites to kill a three-thousand-year-old Feimei. But if Feimei doesn't appear, then
There is no other way.
In the blink of an eye, he was tightly surrounded by thousands of corpses. At first glance, they were as dense as a plague of locusts. Feng Jueyu thought angrily, since the white-haired Feimei did not appear, then he could only
Let’s kill some people first. Doesn’t this thing have to wait until the black-haired flying charm army is killed and abandons its armor?
Just like some bandit leaders, it is always the younger brother who takes the lead in the battle. It is not until he encounters a top master or an unsolvable problem that he emerges.
No matter, let’s kill for a while first and then talk.
"Xuan Zhong, you wait a moment, I'll warm up first."
As the blood-stained robe trembled, streams of pure divine power emerged crazily from the body. Feng Jueyu clenched a fist with one hand and held the Purple Que Sword with the other hand. The fist technique and sword intention were brewing in his heart.
, in a moment, everything in front of him changed drastically.
In fact, if he exerts his full strength, these black-haired flying charms will not be his opponents at all. After all, he has thousands of elixirs. Such power cannot crush the army of zombies in a group killing method, but it is stronger because of his long breath and steady flow of divine power.
As long as Feng Jueyu is willing, he will not die from exhaustion even if he fights for three days and three nights.
But if the white-haired Feimei comes, you have to be careful, because although that thing is not strong, its poisonous gas is very terrifying. Wu Buyong, who is also poisoned, can't even get up. Its power
It is conceivable that Feng Jueyu does not plan to use Xuan Zhong's possessed sword for the time being.
Feng Jueyu has been studying boxing and sword intention for some time. The transformation of the five elements of divine power has reached the point where he can do whatever he wants. With the continuous divine power of Qiandan Acupoint as the backing, thousands of spiritual techniques are not afraid of being consumed. Now it is different from before.
, he does not need to worry about Wu Buyong all the time, he is the only one in his world where he can fully display his talents.
This time, he did not use any advanced spiritual or martial arts skills. He only used the divine power of the Spirit of Ten Thousand Sands to roll up a large amount of wind and sand. In the pale ancient forest, Feng Jueyu held the Purple Que Divine Sword in his hand like a demon star coming to the world.
, suddenly Sha Feichenjuan rushed into the group of zombies. His speed had reached a critical point. The sharpness of the Zique Sword caused heads to be thrown out in the woods. It could be said that no grass grew wherever he passed.
Within a moment, a large number of heads and corpses were piled on the ground. He was like a killing god. He used his sword fiercely, accurately, and quickly. One sword kill was one, and there was never any delay. Dozens and hundreds of corpses soon turned into corpses.
The real dead souls were found. Although such a number was insignificant among the countless ghoul army, it soon aroused the anger of the ghoul army.
Dozens of black-haired flying demons flew over with their fangs and claws bared, squeezing Feng Jueyu between them without fear of death. The messy claw light gradually became denser like a rain curtain, as if they were going to break Feng Jueyu into ten thousand pieces. Those claws
Caught on the wind roll, it made a harsh tearing sound.
"What a powerful claw. How come it wasn't so sharp before?" Feng Jueyu let out a light sigh, feeling confused.
However, although those claws were sharp, they were still far from breaking through the defense of the Great Feng Killer. Letting his claws scratch the wind roll of ten thousand sands, Feng Jueyu withdrew his sword and turned his divine power into the source of the evil, puff puff puff.
He killed more than a dozen corpses in succession, and more than a dozen balls of black energy were slowly sucked into the sea of consciousness by him.
There is an aura of wronged souls hidden in the sea of consciousness of the black-haired Feimei, which happens to be a great tonic that can be refined by the Yin Origin. Relying on the free contributions of these black-haired Feimei, Feng Jueyu's Yin Origin is also constantly expanding and expanding.
being enhanced,
Only now did Feng Jueyu realize that the ghouls in the pale ancient forest were not completely devoid of intelligence. Perhaps it was because of the stimulation of blood. The more ghouls he killed, the angrier the other ghouls became. As a result, the speed at which he attacked was faster.
The strength is getting stronger and stronger, and unknowingly, Feng Jueyu seems to have found a pattern.
Could it be that the white-haired flying charm was transformed from these corpses?
With this idea, Feng Jueyu began to recall the ghouls he and Wu Buyong encountered not long ago. Ordinary ghouls became angry because they could not fly, and then turned into long black hair and flew into the sky. Then he and Wu Buyong
After killing a large number of corpses, three white-haired flying monsters suddenly flew out from among the black-haired flying monsters.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu decided to give it a try. If he wanted to kill the ghouls quickly, Feng Jueyu would have to use large-scale destructive force, and fire bombs fired continuously against the ghouls were the best choice.
The divine power can burn ghouls, and once it reaches a large scale, it can gradually spread.
Having made up his mind, Feng Jueyu put away his earth-type divine power and replaced it with fire-type divine power. He controlled the fireball technique with his left hand and coiled a flaming snake in his right hand. As the dragon moved and the tiger stepped, a storm of flames blew up in the woods.
, traveling at lightning speed, Feng Jueyu suddenly became a powerful cultivator of fire power. Fireballs flew out one after another, immediately lighting a prairie fire in the woods.
In order to make the fire spread, he continuously activated the fire power, placed his body on the ground, and surrounded himself with a large number of flying demons and corpses in the center. Then the Flame Snake got lucky, and a chain was formed.
With such a reaction, dozens and hundreds of corpses were quickly devoured by the sea of fire.
However, just when Feng Jueyu was about to start killing, his fiery eyes Jin Qing suddenly discovered that wisps of white gas came out of the burned dead bodies. This white gas was sucked into the mouths of all the living black-haired Feimei.
Feng Jueyu saw something strange and shot out a ray of consciousness to detect the source of the white energy. Who knew that when his consciousness power just came into contact with the white energy, his heart suddenly hurt and the scene in front of him suddenly happened.
Earth-shaking changes.
The locust trees in the pale ancient forest became blurred, and the corpses turned into practitioners. The clothes they wore were very familiar. They were actually the clothes of the disciples of Wanyue Tiangong.
Not far away, there was an old man who looked like a fairy, but his expression suggested evil. That was Xiang Donghe.
He was surrounded by dense crowds of Tiangong disciples, all of whom were sneering at his jokes.
"Feng Jueyu, I have sent many experts to kill your family. Soon you will be able to meet them in the underworld. Haha..."
The unprovoked voice in his head made Feng Jueyu furious: "Isn't Xiang Donghe dead? Impossible, how could it be possible?" Feng Jueyu was immediately stunned when he heard that Xiang Donghe had harmed him.
His family was filled with anger, and he wanted to eat Xiang Donghe alive.
However, Feng Jueyu did not lose his mind. Just as Nei Xi's anger emerged, he knew that Xiang Donghe died under his own hands many years ago, so how could he appear in the inner circle.
"No, there is a problem. There is a big problem with the white energy." Feng Jueyu woke up suddenly, and immediately separated out a few strands of colorful consciousness and entered the sea of consciousness. Sure enough, the helper with the colorful consciousness quickly found the person just now
The white air that was sucked in defeated the white air in one fell swoop.
When the white air disappeared, he felt better, but at this time, he found that he had broken out in a cold sweat out of nowhere.
After the previous attempt, Feng Jueyu did not dare to touch the white energy this time. This white energy is not the original divine power like the wronged soul. What is it that is so powerful?
The more Feng Jueyu thought about it, the more something was wrong. He turned his eyes to a black-haired Feimei, and quickly cut off Feimei's head with a sword. When Feimei was about to die, he absorbed some wronged souls, but this time...
It is easy to refine.
Obviously, black energy and white energy are two different kinds of spiritual energy. Feng Jueyu couldn't tell what they were, so he had no choice but to ask Xuanzhong for help: "Xuanzhong, can you help me find out what the white energy is?"
?”
Xuanzhong said with serious eyes: "I have already seen it. Did you feel that you were very angry and wanted to kill someone before? You even seemed to have a hallucination for a moment."
Feng Jueyu said in surprise: "Yes, how do you know?"
"I noticed it, and I roughly know what the white gas is." Xuan Zhong said.
"What?"
"Resentment."
"Resentment?" Feng Jueyu was slightly startled.
Xuan Zhong said with great solemnity: "That's right, it's resentment. Humans have three souls and seven souls. The three souls are heaven, earth, and human souls. These seven souls are divided into corpse dog, lying arrow, bird yin, swallowing thief, and non-human beings.
Poison, removing filth, stinking lungs, refers to happiness, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire, collectively referred to as resentment. If you feel angry, I think you seem to have encountered the resentment of the seven souls. This resentment can affect
The anger in the mind can produce hallucinations if it is severe. If you take too much and the impact is too severe, you are very likely to kill yourself and become a demon and become a ghost, becoming the most ferocious evil ghost in the world. In fact, I have already noticed it when you arrived in the underworld.
This is special, and among the two masters I have ever encountered, one is a master from the Soul Clan, so when he lectured on the Dharma, I listened to some of it. Be careful if these resentments gather together, it will cause
You're going to cause big trouble."
As soon as Xuan Zhong finished speaking, a deep roar came from the group of ghouls. As if to verify Xuan Zhong's words, two white-haired flying monsters suddenly came over from the group of ghouls.