Qingjian Pagoda Forest was the last barrier. Feng Jueyu ran wildly inside and walked away. After a few seconds, he had no choice but to sacrifice the Golden Bell of the God of Presence again.
The Horoshen Golden Bell with a Dao mark made a low bell-ringing sound, and then waves of ripple-like sound rolled out and rushed in all directions.
The Divine Golden Bell also has a shocking effect.
The defense of Qingjian Tower Forest Barrier is similar to that of the Golden Bell.
The two strange powers stirred endlessly in the air. After three breaths, the invisible and shocking barrier formed by the Qingjian Tower Forest Barrier was briefly offset by the power of the Golden Bell.
Feng Jueyu shook his head, and the chaotic feeling finally dissipated.
But at this moment, a figure rushed into the purple mist circle and stabbed him in the back of the heart.
"Thieves, suffer death!"
The person who came was Wang Jingkun. In any case, he was the person closest to Feng Jueyu. In addition, he had a protective magical object on his body and was not affected by the frightening array in Qingjian Tallin. He chased Feng Jueyu all the way and finally pounced on Feng Jueyu again.
With a casual shot, the ground was cold. The cold air from the gun tip quickly made the surrounding air freeze, and a spear light was directed at Feng Jueyu's back.
You don't need to look to know that if this shot is solid, at least five of the six protective talismans on Feng Jueyu's body will collapse.
If the force were any stronger, you would be injured.
It can even kill you directly.
"What is supposed to come will always come..."
Feeling the sharp gunfire behind him, Feng Jueyu reluctantly gave up the idea of escape.
At this moment, Wang Jingkun has already caught up with him. If he runs away blindly, he will be disturbed and his speed will not increase no matter what.
If he was caught up by others, he would definitely be attacked by the crowd.
The only option is to kill Wang Jingkun first and then wait for an opportunity to escape.
Thoughts are like electricity...
Having made the decision, Feng Jueyu did not hesitate at all. With a thought, the purple air bell hanging on his waist sprayed out thick purple mist.
There is a strange poison in this purple mist that cannot kill people but can make people's blood flow freely. The more people inhale, the greater the impact, but at first there is no reaction.
Under Jin Zhongjun's pressure, Wang Jingkun pursued him angrily regardless of anything else. At the same time, Feng Jueyu also turned around with his sword energy and started fighting with Wang Jingkun.
"I let you chase..."
Feng Jueyu used his five fingers to play, and released a total of five blazing white sword energy. The golden light flowed on the sword energy, and it was extremely bright. Wang Jingkun's eyes were filled with white flowers, and he could hardly open his eyes.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
The rapid clash of weapons sounded repeatedly, and the two men stepped back at the same time.
All five swords were shot down by the force of the spear, forcing Feng Jueyu to retreat.
However, under the attack of those five sword energies, Wang Jingkun also stepped back several steps, with the color of horror in his eyes flashing frequently.
Only then did Wang Jingkun realize that Feng Jueyu's inner breath realm was only at the minor god stage.
It was precisely because of this that he was stunned and stunned.
How could a little god have such ability?
The twenty kinds of sword energy principles are unpredictable and extremely powerful.
Even compared to himself, a third-turn god, he is not inferior. Who is this guy?
Just as Wang Jingkun was stunned, Feng Jueyu took a deep breath and pounced again. There was still a strange sword energy with lotus petals blooming on the hilt, and it stabbed very sharply.
This time it was Six Paths Sword Qi, which was far more violent than the previous attack.
"Cold Cloud Shield!"
Wang Jingkun let out a low cry, and released an ice shield from the precious ring in his left hand again, blocking it in front of him.
At the same time, he also took out the spear in his hand. The spear screamed in the air. It only stayed for a moment, then swept up the wind and snow in the sky and went straight to Feng Jueyu to kill him.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Jingkun yelled and cursed: "You brat, no matter what your background is, you must stay with me today."
After he finished speaking, Wang Jingkun tapped the Qiankun Bag with his right hand, and saw a cold white light rising into the sky, spreading out in the air, and turning into a snow-frost jade fan.
The jade fan moved with the wind, all the fan bones were opened, and when Feng Jueyu fanned gently, ice crystal snowflakes danced with the wind, and white frost whizzed across the sky.
Before this wind covered with frost and snow could reach Feng Jueyu, Feng Jueyu felt a strong chill, which made him shiver, secretly praising the terrifying power of this artifact.
The surrounding temperature is lowered in an instant, as if the climate has turned to absolute zero. As long as you are wrapped in this strong wind, you will turn into an ice sculpture in a moment.
He stepped back quickly and evaded hastily.
Unexpectedly, the strong wind seemed to have eyes, chasing it wherever it hid.
At the same time, the spear screamed, pointed directly at its head, followed by the strong wind, and the shadow of the spear was lost in the long frost and snow.
"not good!"
When these two artifacts are used together, the violent wind and snow can actually cover up the energy of the divine spear, which is a bit troublesome.
Feng Jueyu's face was gloomy. There was no way to retreat at this time, but he was not worried at all. Instead, his eyes flashed with awe-inspiring murderous intent.
"You forced me to do this, so I'll die."
Feeling the chill in the snow-shuang jade fan, Feng Jueyu knew that she could no longer hold back at this moment.
When there was no way to retreat, his mind moved, and a piece of bamboo flashing with purple-blue electric light flew out and floated above his head.
"Wu Lei Zhu, go..."
As his thoughts moved, Feng Jueyu pointed at the Wu Lei Bamboo from a distance and poured a large amount of true divine power into it.
The Wu Lei Bamboo was as if it had been beaten to death, with domineering current constantly flowing out from the inside of the bamboo joints.
Within a moment, the Wu Lei Bamboo seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, flying in circles and then flying towards the Snow Frost Jade Fan.
"Call me..."
It was too late, but soon, Wu Leizhu suddenly appeared in front of the Snow-Shuang Jade Fan.
At this time, Wang Jingkun also saw the Wu Lei Bamboo, but he did not recognize this treasure. He was slightly stunned when a violent and overbearing thunder power suddenly burst out from the Wu Lei Bamboo.
"Crack!"
A purple thunderbolt with a thick adult arm struck out violently, hitting the snow-frost jade fan that caused the violent storm. Countless electric currents, like the touch of an octopus, directly wrapped the snow-frost jade fan.
"What's this?"
Feeling the violent aura emanating from the Wu Lei Bamboo, Wang Jingkun's pupils dilated in shock. After just one breath, he showed a look of panic and reached out to call back the Snow Frost Jade Fan.
But during that dazed moment, he had already lost the best opportunity. As soon as he raised his right hand, he heard a loud noise echoing.
"boom!"
The snow-shuang jade fan was violently struck by Wu Lei Bamboo's powerful thunder, and black smoke billowed out in an instant. The cracks on the jade fan spread rapidly, and then exploded into pieces.
"puff!"
The artifact connected to his mind was instantly destroyed, and the damage to Wang Jingkun was beyond words. He spat out a mouthful of blood arrows, and his entire face became as pale as paper.
Not far away, two third-level gods had just arrived. When they saw Wang Jingkun injured from a distance, they gasped in surprise and ran over with a strange scream.
"Wang Jingkun, hold on..."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, purple mist rose. In the purple mist, there was an extremely sharp sword energy, which suddenly appeared under the dazzling golden light.
Wang Jingkun was already stupid at this time. In addition, his internal energy was disordered and he could not calm down. Even if he reacted, there was nothing he could do.
He watched helplessly as the sword energy hit his face.
"Bang!"
Blood flowers exploded and Wang Jingkun was killed on the spot, his head shattered into pieces.
"Wang Jingkun..."
Before the two third-turn gods could resist, Wang Jingkun died on the spot.
"You bastard, catch him."
The two third-level gods with red eyes turned around and rushed towards Feng Jueyu.
However, at this time, Feng Jueyu ignored it at all, just said hello to the sword light in the air, turned around and ran away.
"Witch God, withdraw..."
After repelling Wang Jingkun and killing him, Feng Jueyu was able to escape. In addition, Feng Jueyu had just used the Golden Bell to block the frightening barrier of Qingjian Tallin, so he would definitely run away at this time.
His current limit is to compete with the third-level gods, but if he faces several third-level gods, Feng Jueyu doesn't have much confidence.
The problem is, if Jin Zhongjun comes over, everything will be over.
"Whoa!"
When the wind-chasing magic was unleashed, Feng Jueyu was as fast as a shooting star. There was a golden bell hanging above his head, and the purple air bell on his waist kept spraying purple mist. At this time, more than half of the Qingjian Tallin area had been covered.
Full of purple mist.
The purple mist was extremely thick, making it impossible to see anything. Feng Jueyu ran with all his strength, and after a few ups and downs, he hid in the purple mist and disappeared.
Then several of Jin Zhongjun's confidants came one after another, and finally one person saw a cloud of purple mist climbing over the palace wall outside the Tallinn and running away along the street.
"He rushed out, how is that possible?"
"The barrier of Qingjian Tallin is so overbearing. Why did he rush out so quickly?"
"I saw a divine weapon in this person's hand, with a Dao mark. It was that divine weapon that blocked the restriction in the barrier. Damn it, how can I explain it now?"
"Hurry up and chase..."
Several third-level gods and a large number of subordinates pursued forward, but as soon as they arrived near the palace wall, they found that their own energy and blood kept flowing everywhere.
"It's broken. This purple mist is poisonous. Get out..."
A third-level god shouted, and then everyone fled.
Just at this moment, Jin Zhongjun arrived belatedly: "Asshole, who asked you to retreat, where are you?"
"Your Majesty, I ran away... I don't know who this thief is. I will order people to search the palace to see what items were lost."
"Fart, I captured him. If you let him run away, I will kill you all."
"ah?"
When Jin Zhongjun's men heard this, they all jumped out of the fence one after another.
About a few dozen breaths later, someone saw a guy who looked like Feng Jueyu running away from the city risking his life. Jin Zhongjun learned about it and led his men to chase after him.
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On the main road of Jinzhou Capital City, Feng Jueyu did not dare to stop for a moment.
Although the Tiandaozhu can change in many ways, he cannot guarantee that Jinzhou has any other means to find him out of the city.
If you want to escape, you must leave the city. Now is not the time to hide.
So he put away the purple air bell to prevent the purple mist he released from becoming a target, spread out his long legs, and rushed towards the west city gate.
This dilapidated city site is actually similar to Tianying.
The outer wall is in dilapidated condition, even if it is not damaged, the wall is not high enough, and anyone with a little bit of skill can easily escape.