Since his sword and lightning skills have been improved to a very strong level, Feng Yi has rarely used the magic of inviting gods, because the magic of inviting gods has relatively large restrictions, and he cannot breathe or be discouraged.
In addition, both sword and lightning techniques are long-range attacks, and now there is no need to consider the long process of casting spells, so Feng Yi prefers to use thunder techniques.
However, the cassock worn by King Zhenguan seemed to have miraculous effects, and he was worried that it would be destroyed like the alms bowl, so Feng Yi used this skill again.
Now that we have entered the Heavenly Master Realm, and with the help of the original aura of the zombies, the power of the divine spell has also been greatly improved, and we can just practice it with the Zhenguan King.
However, the magic technique only enhances the explosive power of the muscles throughout the body and does not increase the body size. Therefore, Feng Yi is still much smaller than the King Zhenguan who is several stories tall. He is just standing next to adults and children of three or four years old.
The feeling of being together.
King Zhenguan saw that Feng Yi suddenly became stronger and didn't pay much attention. This was a pride that was absolutely suppressed by his size. He held the Zen staff and launched an attack again. Every step he took would leave a huge footprint on the ground, which was shocking.
The entire Mahavira Palace seemed to be collapsing.
"drink!"
King Zhenguan shouted loudly, slammed the Zen staff in his hand, and roared towards him with the power of destroying everything.
Feng Yi held his breath, poured all his strength into his arms, stamped his feet on the ground, and also made a crack, and jumped up, as if he was trying to grab the Zen staff.
The King of Zhenguan did not expect that the other party would launch a suicide-like attack. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Seeking death!"
The Zen staff in his hand shook violently as it fell, even the surrounding air was disturbed, and golden light instantly bloomed, illuminating the entire hall like a palace.
Just when he was confidently preparing to crush Feng Yi completely, what happened in front of him was completely beyond his imagination.
The force of this blow was hundreds of kilograms, and an ordinary flesh and blood body would probably turn into a puddle of flesh on the spot, but Feng Yi's hands tightly grasped the iron ring at the head of the Zen staff.
This iron ring is shaped like a crescent-shaped blade. It is extremely sharp and can be said to be as sharp as cutting iron. Unexpectedly, it was unable to break through the defense of Feng Yi's hands. The iron rings on the left and right sides beat violently and made clanging sounds.
, spread out a hundred or ten meters away. This was the performance of two auras that were in a stalemate and collided together.
King Zhenguan widened his eyes and injected power into the Zen staff again. At the same time, he leaned forward and put all his strength on the Zen staff. This terrifying force, like a mountain collapsing, instantly crushed the ground under Feng Yi's feet.
There was a bang.
A crack opened under Feng Yi's feet, spreading like a spider web, and the ground of half the hall was broken into countless stones.
Feng Yi's figure was continuously compressed into the soil, which seemed quite laborious.
Li Yuerong, who was hiding in the dark, was very confused. She had already seen how extraordinary Feng Yi was, but the invincible image of King Zhenguan was deeply engraved in her bones. She was worried that she would show up to help Feng Yi now.
It affects the fish in the pond.
"Just wait a little longer..."
She comforted herself in a low voice.
Just when King Zhenguan thought he had a chance to win, Feng Yi's figure seemed to swell a little more. His face was as sinking as water, and the aura in his body was rushing like ocean waves, penetrating every corner of his body.
Then, something happened that shocked King Zhenguan. The Zen staff in his hand was controlled by an extremely strong force, and he instantly lost control of the Zen staff. However, his breath and the Zen staff were inseparable at this time, so
Suddenly, Feng grabbed the iron ring of the Zen staff with both hands and waved it, like a juggling act, and King Zhenguan was waved.
Bang bang bang!
When the figure of King Zhenguan passed by the hall, his huge body broke the pillars one after another.
Without the support of the pillars, the Main Hall let out a painful cry, and the brick beams on the top crashed down. The Buddha statues in the hall fell to the ground one by one, smashed into large and small parts, and no longer looked like their former glory.
Not long after, more than half of the main hall that had stood for hundreds of years collapsed tonight.
The battered King Zhenguan was finally unable to hold on. The Zen staff came out of his hand, and he was thrown flying to the corner of the wall that had not collapsed. There was another rumbling sound, and the rocks buried him underneath.
After getting the Zen stick, Feng Yi tried it out. Not to mention, the Zen stick looked quite big, but it was very light in his hand. There was also a strange aura in the Zen stick, which kept flowing.
"This thing is suitable for the extraordinary."
Feng Yi waved it a few times and was quite satisfied. Yang Bufan's understanding of cultivation is low and far behind Luo Sang, but his martial arts foundation is good. With the blessing of this magic weapon, he can deal with ordinary little monsters and the like very well.
it works.
Wow!
The King of Zhenguan, who was hit with a bruised nose and face, crawled out from the pile of rocks. He shook his cassock, and the dust clinging to his body dispersed, making it much cleaner.
But his slender red eyes were fixed on Feng Yi, who was waving his Zen staff.
How could it be possible? His attack could even create a crack in the mountain peak, but this little Taoist priest could actually control it with his bare hands, and even turn around and throw himself away.
So amazing!
Judging from his age, he must be in his early twenties. How could he be so strong?
Li Yuerong in the dark also covered his mouth in surprise. He didn't expect Feng Yi to be able to overwhelm King Zhenguan in terms of strength. Is he so strong?
When she thought that she had been watching secretly and not taking any action from beginning to end, she felt a little uneasy. She wouldn't be resented by the other party, right?
Just when the demon and the ghost were lost in thought and yet to wake up, Feng Yi used the Bu Gang Tread Dou, and the surrounding air rippled like ripples with his footsteps, forming an invisible ripple that wrapped around him.
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The ground that was originally full of cracks turned into dust after he passed by, scattering in all directions under the ripples of his breath.
boom!
Feng Yi jumped up, stepped on the ground under his feet to create a huge hole, and used the Zen staff to use the Demon Subduing Technique.
A ray of light flashed, and the frightened King Zhenguan quickly stretched out his arm to block it.
"ah!!!"
With a miserable howl, one of King Zhenguan's arms was cut off directly by the Zen staff, and green blood spurted out.
Upon seeing this, Feng Yi once again used his Bu Gang Tread Dou, and quickly stepped aside. He saw that the places where the green blood was spattered looked like sulfuric acid had been splashed on them. They were uneven, making a sizzling sound, and the stench of thick smoke spread out.
.
"What an old poisoner."
Feng Yi sighed in his heart, and without stopping, he came to kill again.
King Zhenguan, who knew how powerful he was, didn't dare to fight head-on. Seeing Feng Yi approaching, he tore off his cassock in desperation and threw it away.
Swish, swish, swish!
The cassock was flying and spinning violently in the air, and countless shimmering sharp blades appeared in the air, speeding towards Feng Yi.
[Author's digression]: Some brothers said that this book is a long-flowing book. I also think it is...
