A strong storm surged up, turning into a terrifying ripple of energy that spurted out from Feng Jueyu's body. The water in the river was blown up and set off a huge wave several feet high, shooting high into the air...
A huge mantra "Yan" in the palm of his hand was pressed overwhelmingly towards Cao Fang's head. It was so fast that it was like a majestic mountain falling from the sky beyond the sky. The huge shadow hid Cao Fang's head.
His body was so small that the majestic demon king's steady breathing was suddenly suffocated.
Cao Fang's expression suddenly changed. Before the fight started, Feng Jueyu used the Evil Moon Demon Star to restore his former appearance. This undoubtedly imprinted in his mind the small and thin figure of more than a year ago. He subconsciously thought that Feng Jueyu was a little fox demon.
That's all, I didn't think about why a little fox demon would say such heroic words in front of me.
When Feng Jueyu's emptied palm energy mixed with the terrifying source of divine power came forward, Cao Fang, who had suffered a drastic change in his heart, woke up. The former little fox demon in front of him was not a weakling, he was clearly a top transformation.
A strong person in the world of mortal breath.
The dazzling yangshen and the clear rhythm of fetal breathing all indicate that this person is on the same level as himself.
Cao Fang's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He had been hunted by Chang Xiao and others for more than a year. He was like a lost dog. All kinds of magic weapons were destroyed in the battle. There was not much left on him, which formed an obvious difference from the infinite scenery of the past.
Contrast.
Nowadays, chasing a small person to the top of the Yangtze River can meet an old enemy. This is so unfair.
Angry in his heart, how could Cao Fang sit still and wait for death? He scratched his head with his claws, raised his hands with all his strength, and faced the almost unavoidable mantra and spell. The light from his ten fingers and claws exploded, splashing out dazzling sparks, and in the "Yan"
There were ten scratch marks left on the calligraphy seal.
boom!
The two forces collided at the edge of the river, erupting with a huge roar, and terrifying energy spread out. The ground on the shore collapsed by more than a foot. This is not counting Cao Fang's first follow-up.
Yu fought, and his feet, crushed by the powerful force, were dug into the mud.
His teeth were shattered and blood was flying everywhere.
"Asshole, what a powerful force, who are you?"
At the moment of the fight, Cao Fang was so scared that the human boy in front of him actually had such a powerful power. This power was not comparable to him at all, and was several times more powerful than Long Zhan.
"The person who wants your life." Feng Jueyu smiled sinisterly, and was elated. Sure enough, as he expected, after reaching the realm of transformation, both the source of divine power and the understanding of spiritual methods have reached an extremely impressive level.
, his cultivation level has increased by more than a big margin. With such skills, he dares to fight even if he faces Hong Zhen.
"Cao Fang, if you don't want to die, just answer my question obediently." Feng Jueyu held his fingers with one hand and stood proudly under the sky. The source of his divine power was unparalleled, like the sun and the moon, shining brightly.
"What's the question? Just stop and I'll answer it for you."
After being hunted for a long time, Cao Fang no longer had the strength to fight anymore. What's more, Feng Jueyu, whom he underestimated, was not just an ordinary mortal-breathing warrior. His martial arts and spiritual skills were unusually powerful.
"That day when you went after Long Zhan, what happened? Is Long Zhan safe?" Feng Jueyu asked. He saved Song Qingyang only for one of the reasons. The other reason was that he wanted to know Long Zhan's safety.
Cao Fang had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and sweat pouring from his forehead. Feeling the powerful divine power exerted by Feng Jueyu constantly, he had no intention of fighting again.
"I don't know if Long Zhan is safe. I only know that after I chased him out that day, he fought against me, Lianyu, and the number one master under the Demon Saint Chengkong, Yeying Wang Changxiao, without falling behind at all.
Feng, that damn bastard turned out to have been hiding his cultivation, but he is actually a strong man in the Chenchen Realm."
"Transformation realm?" Feng Jueyu's brows suddenly condensed upon hearing this, and he thought to himself: It's impossible. Before Long Zhan separated from him for more than a year, he was clearly at the peak of the Yang Yang. How could he be the mortal breath?
"I know you won't believe it. It seems that he not only hid it from me, but also from you." Cao Fang shouted: "I have already answered, you should stop now."
"Stop?" Feng Jueyu sneered and said contemptuously: "You already know that I have the Demon Ruler, will I stop?"
"What? You broke your promise?"
"You are stupid. When I show you the Demon Ruler, you should understand that only one of you and I can leave alive today. Cao Fang, you should just accept your fate. You are no match for me."
Feng Jueyu said, his eyes suddenly changed, his finger gestures changed rapidly, and he pressed down...
boom!
A powerful wave of palm power spurted out. Following the Liuhe Yanzi Jue, Feng Jueyu quickly changed the techniques and used the Liuhe Realm's second divine skill, the Liuhe Defying Heaven Jue.
The two major cycles of internal and external refining are repeated in cycles, and their power is doubled immediately.
"You lied to me, you will die badly..."
Far away on the other shore, Cao Fang's voice gradually disappeared, and the mountain-like shadow turned into a twisted cyclone, shattering, tearing, and gradually tearing Cao Fang's body into pieces.
The power of the Liuhe Heaven-defying Technique lies in its ability to distort the original spiritual energy in part of the space, forming a chaotic flow of divine energy that can tear the enemy into pieces. It is so powerful that it cannot be compared with ordinary spiritual techniques.
After killing Cao Fang, Feng Jueyu took a deep breath and absorbed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air into his belly. After that, he landed lightly, walked to Song Qingyang and squatted down.
"How are you?" Feng Jueyu's tone became more soothing, but Song Qingyang's shocked look could not be erased.
Awesome, so awesome. He killed the Great Demon King Cao Fang in the Chenchen Realm with one move. This man is so awesome.
Song Qingyang hasn't recognized Feng Jueyu yet. After all, there was a big gap between the two when they met. To put it bluntly, Song Qingyang didn't take Feng Jueyu to heart at all, so he couldn't recognize him.
Chufeng Jueyu is the younger junior brother brought by Zhou Xuan.
"Song Qingyang can't repay Your Excellency for saving your life. I dare to ask Senior Gao's name." Song Qingyang clasped his fists with difficulty.
Feng Jueyu calmed him down and said with a smile: "You don't remember me. About two years ago, senior brother Zhou Xuan took me to the battlefield of all realms for the first time. At that time, we fought against the ancient cave demon together."
"You...are you that junior fellow student from Cuiyu Mountain?" Jingfeng Jueyu reminded Song Qingyang and suddenly thought of it, it would have been better if he didn't listen, but this time he heard it was even more incredible.
Good guy, a few years ago he was a newcomer to the battlefield. He only had the cultivation level of the first realm of Chongyang. How long ago, he actually broke through to the realm of mortal breath.
"It's down there."
Practitioners determine their seniority based on their cultivation level, but Feng Jueyu didn't overestimate him. In his heart, Song Qingyang was a good person who deserved his respect.
"Hehe, hehe." Song Qingyang laughed, a look of shame flashed across his face: "It's really hard to believe that it's you. It's a pity that I didn't remember you as a person at all. I didn't expect that in a few years,
With so much effort, you are already my senior."
"What's wrong with you, senior? Now you just want to know how your body is? Can you still walk?"
Song Qingyang shook his head: "I can't leave. My Yangshen is too seriously damaged and has long since run out of gas. If I hadn't given away the Kunlun yellow money, I would have committed suicide in Motianling. I wouldn't have done anything."
I will escape back, and my ability to survive until now depends on my last breath after the sacrifice."
Feng Jueyu frowned, and regardless of Song Qingyang's objections, he checked with Yang Shen. Sure enough, Song Qingyang's Yang Shen had been irreparably injured. With such an injury, even Daluo Jinxian could not save him when he descended to earth.
.
"Alas." Feng Jueyu sighed: "I didn't expect that the second time we met, I would be the one watching you die."
Song Qingyang forced a smile: "This is my blessing. Being able to meet you means that there is hope for my revenge. I remember your name is Qian Yi. I'd better call you senior. Senior, do me a favor and kill Kunlun."
Can I send the yellow money to Yue Qingshan Cave and give it to Taoist Xuancheng?"
Feng Jueyu did not refuse. He was really embarrassed to say no to a dying person.
"Is there anything you want me to convey?"
Hatred flashed in Song Qingyang's eyes: "Jianxin Paradise was destroyed by a group of demons three months ago, and my master Wu Guan died an untimely death. Help me tell Senior Xuancheng that as long as I kill the great demon king Mao Jie of the ancient cave, this Kunlun Huang
The money is his."
Song Qingyang said, and put a yellow coin in Feng Jueyu's hand. Feng Jueyu glanced at the yellow coin and felt a faint wisp of evil energy, and there was even a faint scent on the yellow coin.
Shrouded in black mist, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Song Qingyang seemed to see what Feng Jueyu was thinking, and said weakly: "Kunlun yellow money was taken away by Mao Jie, and it was soaked in the magic pool and contaminated with demonic energy. It needs a lot of pure and mortal water to wash it away.
Restore it to its original appearance, senior Xuancheng will know what to do if you take it over?"
Feng Jueyu wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Song Qingyang closed his eyes. The spiritual energy in Yangshen gently swayed away from the top of his head, taking the last ray of life away from Song Qingyang's body.
Looking at Song Qingyang who took his last breath next to him, I felt a sense of despair for no reason.
In this grand world, no matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably die. Does the so-called immortality really exist?
After a moment of silence in front of the corpse, Feng Jueyu picked up Song Qingyang's body, found a secluded and secret place at the foot of the mountain, and buried the body.
From then on, there was no Jianxin Blessed Land in the battlefields of all realms, and there was no Song Qingyang.
Although Song Qingyang is not famous, he represents the thousands of warriors who work hard to practice for immortality. His experience, like many practitioners, is a true portrayal of the world.
Sniffing the air that was blown by the wind, with a faint smell of blood, Feng Jueyu slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, his heart was extremely calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.
"Brother Song, let's go."
He muttered softly, and suddenly, he felt that his heart became peaceful. Unknowingly, it was like a nine-color lotus blooming in his heart.