Prince Jinwu Ba's body shook violently, his face turned pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
But the trace of blood disappeared in an instant. He wiped it away and his face returned to its original color.
When the broken void stabilized, streaks of fighting spirit and killing light disappeared, revealing two figures.
I saw that Prince Jinwu Ba was still standing proudly in the sky, his body spotless, and he had an arrogance that looked down upon the common people.
Feng Feiyun, on the other hand, was much more embarrassed. His robes had been torn in many places, and there were still a few shallow blood stains left on his body, but he still stood there upright, with a high fighting spirit and eyes. Bright and bright.
The monks in Danding Ghost City let out a long sigh, "In the end, Prince Jinwu Ba is the stronger one."
"That half-demon is also very evil. He just broke through the realm and was able to receive three punches from the Golden Crow Ba Prince. He only suffered some flesh wounds. It's really miraculous."
Prince Zhuoran of the Golden Crow Ba stood in the sky, looked down at Feng Feiyun, and said lightly with a bit of disdain: "You are defeated."
Feng Feiyun shook his battle clothes, wiped off the dust, and said with a fighting spirit, "It's just three punches, how can we determine the outcome? How about we fight another eight hundred battles?"
"Huh, if you lose, you lose. You still make so many excuses. You are just a half-demon. I don't even bother to fight with you anymore. I will just lower my status." Prince Jinwu Ba said coldly.
Feng Feiyun naturally knew that Prince Jinwu Ba must be more seriously injured than him, and was afraid that he would lose if he continued to fight, so he said such high-sounding words.
Feng Feiyun doesn’t point it out. Some people like to show off, so let them pretend.
What's more, Feng Feiyun doesn't want too many people to know his current true cultivation level. If he behaves too unnaturally, many people will be afraid of him and will take action to kill him.
Feng Feiyun said: "Okay, no fight without a fight, but now that I have caught three of your punches, should you take off your armor to me?"
Prince Jinwuba snorted coldly and said: "You have already been defeated, and you still dare to ask me for armor."
Feng Feiyun said: "The first thing I bet on was whether I could catch your three punches. Now that I have caught it, I have won. It is your turn to fulfill your promise. Is it possible that the dignified Prince Jinwuba is still a person who cannot afford to lose? "
Prince Jinwuba said: "I don't even want to talk nonsense with you, a half-demon."
"Well, since Prince Ba refuses to accept the defeat, let's continue fighting until the battle is decided." Feng Feiyun summoned the Bagua Dao Seal and the Three Flavors True Fire Furnace, and fired out streams of Holy Spirit Qi. Make the Bagua Dao Seal bloom with black and white light, and make the three true furnaces burn brightly.
There was a heroic spirit about him that would turn the world upside down.
Prince Jinwuba pressed his palm slightly on his painful chest, his face kept changing, and finally he burst into laughter and said: "I almost fell into your trap. If the prince of Japan really fights with you today, , even if I defeat you, you will always go around saying that this prince bullies the weak and that he cannot afford to lose, thereby ruining my reputation."
"Are you going to fight or not?" Feng Feiyun was eager to give it a try, with murderous aura emanating from his body.
"No fight." Prince Jinwu Ba took off his armor and held it in the palm of his hand. The armor instantly turned into a black ball with ghost lines printed on it, emitting a trace of sinister aura.
The Golden Crow Ba Prince was so heroic that he threw the black ball directly to Feng Feiyun and said with a smile: "Take it, it's just a piece of armor. We, the Golden Crow Demon Clan, have many, so I will give it to you, a poor half-demon, so as not to From now on, you go out and tell people that I, Prince Jinwuba, cannot afford to lose."
Prince Jinwu Ba's heart was bleeding. This armor was no ordinary armor. It was the ghost armor that he secretly entered and brought out from the ninth gate of the ghost gate.
It's hard to find a second one in the world.
Feng Feiyun took the black ball and poured a stream of Holy Spirit energy into the ball, erasing the consciousness that belonged to Prince Jinwu Ba from the ball.
Prince Jinwu Ba felt that the consciousness in the ball was cut off, and the hatred in his heart became even stronger. He stared at Feng Feiyun fiercely, wishing to eat this half-demon alive.
"Armor."
Feng Feiyun's mind moved, and the black ball immediately turned into a set of black armor, covering his body. The helmet, arm guards, breast shield, leg guards...the whole armor was connected into one, connecting Feng Feiyun. The body is wrapped inside.
Feng Feiyun felt as if he was isolated from this world and entered another world.
In the position of the breast mirror, a faint black mist overflowed from it, which looked very much like the fog of hell, but it was different from the fog of hell.
"This piece of armor is indeed a treasure. It would be a waste if it fell into the hands of Prince Jinwu Ba. He must not have even figured out one-tenth of the secrets of the armor. Otherwise, with the defensive power of this armor, I would definitely not be able to do it just now." Wound him."
Feng Feiyun did not immediately explore the mystery of this armor. He quickly withdrew his consciousness from it and smiled at Prince Jinwu Ba: "His Royal Highness Prince Ba is indeed a person who is willing to admit defeat. It is admirable. Thank you. The armor you gave me."
After saying this, he walked away.
A leisurely smile appeared on Prince Jinwu Ba's face, but his fists were already clenching.
Qinglian Lingshan, the fragrance of bamboo floats.
Feng Feiyun wore a black armor and quickly climbed up Lingshan Mountain and came outside the ancient Taoist temple again. Thatched turtle, holy fruit, and blood dragon were bathing in a spiritual spring. When Feng Feiyun came back, they all hurriedly Climb ashore.
Mao Wugui squinted his eyes and smiled, "How about the vixen? Is it enough to enchant you?"
The blood dragon said: "Fox Sao, Sao Fox, he can escape unscathed, he is already very powerful."
Sheng Shiguo said he couldn't understand, "What are you talking about?"
Feng Feiyun did not treat them as animals or fruits, but as friends, and said with a smile: "Ecstasy is enough, but she is a woman who honors the emperor in the ghost market."
Maowu Gui was stunned and said: "Then you also... ate her."
"Of course not." Feng Feiyun said.
"Fortunately, fortunately, the Gui City Zunhuang's woman is untouchable." Maowu Gui and Xue Jiao were frightened. If Feng Feiyun really touches the Gui City Zunhuang's woman, they would probably be there immediately. Run away as far as you can.
Feng Feiyun asked: "Has Qing Yi come out of seclusion?"
"Has come out of seclusion, and is discussing with Lao Yu how to rescue the Qinglian Female Saint."
Feng Feiyun ignored these guys and walked straight towards the Taoist temple. As expected, he saw more Mr. Yu and Qing Yi.
He informed the two of them about what happened in the Danding Ghost Market. Both Yu Ye and Qing Yi looked happy, knowing that now was the best time to enter the first level of the ghost gate.
"It's time to leave now."
Qing Yi suddenly stood up and took out a blue ancient boat, carrying Feng Feiyun and Yu Ye, which turned into a stream of blue light and flew towards the first level of the Ghost Gate.
Mao Wugui sat on the back of Shengguo, wrapped the blood dragon around his neck, and chased after the blue ancient ship. He said with some annoyance: "Damn, you didn't even wait for me. I really thought I could only drag him away." Stand back and wait and see, I am still very familiar with the generation behind the scenes, I have been around before, and I have been the leader."
Feng Feiyun was sitting on the bow of the green boat, and the Miaogui finger on his thumb began to flash a faint light again, forming a subtle connection with the green boat, and this connection was still strengthening.
At the same time, Qing Yi also sensed something, and his eyes stared at Feng Feiyun's finger from time to time.
She is the owner of the blue boat, so she can naturally sense the boat's movements at this moment.
As they were about to reach the first level of the Ghost Gate, Feng Feiyun planned to wait until he rescued the ghost of the Green Lotus Saint before asking Qing Yi about the green boat.
Now, this matter needs to be suppressed.
In the endless darkness, a simple palace was suspended there, half of the palace was embedded in the black curtain of the void, and only a strange and huge door was exposed.
There is a stone plaque on the door with three soul-stirring ghostly inscriptions written on it.
"gate of hell."
Mr. Yu stood up and stared at the door full of magic, a terrifying aura rising from his body.
"Uh-huh."
The next moment, he was standing under the stone pillar and appeared outside the first gate of the Hell Gate. He stepped on the rules and Yin Qi, walking step by step, as if walking into the boundless hell.
"In the forbidden area of ghost, the living people retreat."
From within the gate of hell, a sinister sound came out, as if spitting out from the mouth of a giant beast.
A huge ghost face stretched out from the ghost gate, with a green face and fangs, terrifying and ferocious, with double horns on its head, looking down at Master Yu with an angry look.
"I'm here to ask for a ghost." Mr. Yu put his hands behind his back, neither humble nor arrogant, and stared at the bloody mouth above his head.
"No one can take away ghosts from the gate of hell. This is the rule." The huge ghost face obviously knew that Mr. Yu was difficult to deal with, so it did not immediately open its mouth to devour him.
"Then I'm going to challenge the rules of the hell gate."
Mr. Yu made a palm mark with his hands, formed a Kun technique, and pressed it towards the ghost gate.
This palm print seems to be slow, but it contains infinite magical power. Tens of thousands of electric lights shuttle through it, shattering the regular divine patterns outside the ghost gate. The palm print stably hits the ghost gate made of an unknown material. .
That huge ghost face let out a scream, quickly retracted it, and returned to the gate of hell.
"boom."
The ancient palace embedded in the void shook violently, and the surrounding void also swayed.
But the gate of hell was as solid as a rock and was not blown open by Master Yu's palm.
"The Gate of Hell is forged with the Heaven-Mending Stone and thousands of great sages. The essence and blood of the saints are forged. It is the best gate in the world. It is impossible to open the Gate of Hell with brute force." Mao Wugui sat on the holy ground. On the back of the fruit, it flew down from the sky.
There are many rules outside the Gate of Hell, and there are even twists and turns of space ripples. The closer you get to the Gate of Hell, the more dangerous it becomes.
Only a strong person like Mr. Yu can walk to the gate of hell so easily.
Suddenly, a layer of mist appeared above the ghost gate, showing countless ghost patterns, fangs, tentacles, sharp claws, and evil eyes. These patterns became more and more dense, pouring out like a storm.