Moreover, he also holds a real spiritual weapon in his hands.
Beiming Huaji's face changed dramatically, his arms felt numb and painful, and he quickly took out the magical weapon in his dantian. This was a four-cornered altar, shaped like a tripod, but the top position was as flat as a mirror.
, not as deeply concave as the tripod.
This is also a spiritual weapon, a reward he received from his family when he overcame the earthly calamity.
Although spiritual weapons are extremely rare and extremely powerful, it is not difficult for powerful forces with profound knowledge like the Four Gate Clan to reward the best disciples of the younger generation with a first-grade spiritual weapon.
"boom!"
The shrine is simple and simple, with dozens of thunder and lightning rushing out from the shrine.
The power of the spiritual weapon was aroused, which directly caused the surrounding beasts to feel the dangerous aura, and they fled one after another. The two mountains standing in front began to shake, as if they were about to collapse.
Feng Feiyun still stood there fearlessly, holding up the sky with his hands. His palms were like a universe, holding six divine pictures, erupting with a power even more terrifying than the altar.
Hit it out with one palm!
The six divine pictures collided with the altar. The altar shook violently, and Beiming's painted halberd slid backwards for more than ten feet, and his feet slid out of a deep groove on the ground.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun's second palm struck fiercely, the light of the altar dimmed, Beiming's halberd retreated again, blood beads rolled out of his skin, and his body hit the mountain.
"boom!"
The six divine pictures were brilliant, showing six weather conditions. The beating caused Beiming Huaji to vomit blood from his mouth, the sound of bones breaking in his body, his legs broken, and he lay on the ground unable to stand up.
Feng Feiyun forcibly severed the connection between Beiming Painted Halberd and the altar, and put this first-grade spiritual weapon into the palm of his hand, "Bronze Stove Platform."
Bronze stove, the name of this spiritual weapon!
Feng Feiyun unceremoniously took the copper stove into the world spirit stone. This was a spiritual weapon that could be sold for a sky-high price.
Tang Ao didn't dare to step forward when he saw Feng Feiyun's unparalleled power. This was a fierce man. However, he just saw Feng Feiyun take action, holding six divine pictures in his palm, and his heart was already filled with Feng Feiyun.
Feiyun's identity was guessed.
"I know who you are, Tanhua Lang from "The Next Epic Genius List", the son of the demon, haven't you been infected by the rotten blood of the King of Hell?" Tang Ao couldn't calm down. The other party was known as the number one genius in the Shenjin Dynasty.
There is no way he can compare with it.
"Oh! You actually recognized me." Feng Feiyun turned his head slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes. Since he was recognized, everyone present could not stay.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, two waves of fierce energy came from the sky, hundreds of miles away, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and the impact made Feng Feiyun take three steps back.
"Dare to be an enemy of our Beiming Clan, you are simply seeking death." came an old voice, the sound waves were turbulent, like thunder rolling in the sky.
"Whoosh!"
An ancient sword came through the air and struck first.
This ancient sword is more than a hundred meters long, and the blade is more than ten meters long. It is like the legendary giant sword that can kill dragons and immortals. The sword body is intertwined with ancient patterns, filled with electric light, and emits
The sharp sound of breaking wind.
"Zheng!"
Feng Feiyun's waist sank, his feet stepped into a horse stance, and the six divine pictures were connected in a series, like six illusory worlds standing in front of him.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!”
The power of Miao Gui's finger pull and the six divine pictures could not stop this ancient sword. It pulled out a huge bloody mouth on Feng Feiyun's shoulder and almost cut off Feng Feiyun's arm.
"Haha! Our strong men from Beiming clan have arrived, and the son of the demon will also be killed today." Beiming Huaji laughed,
Feng Feiyun took a quick glance and saw that a green glow had appeared on the horizon. It was two powerful men who had arrived. They were at least the third level of destiny.
Feng Feiyun had no time to kill these people, so he flew directly to the side of the bronze chariot, tore off the iron chain connected to the chariot with his bare hands, and let go of the four unicorns pulling the chariot.
With horrified eyes, the man directly lifted the huge bronze chariot, put it on his shoulders, and then flew away into the sky.
The road out of the Qiluo Strange Beast Mountain Range had been blocked by two powerful men. Feng Feiyun could only fly deep into the mountain range and disappeared into the clouds and mist in the blink of an eye.
Tang Ao was stunned and speechless.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
Two figures flew down from the sky, one was a monk from the Beiming Clan, and the other was a monk from the Dark Realm. They were both at the third level of Destiny.
"Third uncle, the demon's son attacked us and took Ye Xiaoxiang away." Beiming shouted with his halberd.
"The devil's son, he can't escape."
Two senior monks with the third level of destiny started to rush into the Qiluo Alien Beast Mountain Range. They were both strong men of the older generation. They had been in the third level of destiny for decades and had accumulated a lot of money.
, much stronger than the average monk with the third level of destiny.
Feng Feiyun's speed was so fast that he could rival a half-step giant. Even if he was carrying a bronze chariot, these two monks with the third level of destiny could not catch up with him.
It wasn't until he flew out of the Qiluo Strange Beast Mountain Range and saw that no one was chasing him that Feng Feiyun stopped and placed the bronze chariot on the ground.
This bronze chariot is sealed on all sides. Only the top has dense holes the size of pinholes for ventilation. Moreover, there are formations set up by strong men on the bronze chariot, with lines carved on it, flowing with cyan brilliance.
Feng Feiyun spent a lot of effort to erase the formation on it, and then used a white stone giant knife to carefully split one of the copper walls of the bronze chariot, revealing a huge crack.
As soon as the bronze chariot was split open, a graceful figure flew out from it, holding a purple flute in his hand, and struck at Feng Feiyun's throat.
Her speed was not slow. Between the lightning and flint, the cold air on the flute had already spread to Feng Feiyun's skin.
"call!"
A fragrant breeze blows towards my face.
Feng Feiyun was faster, stretched out his hand, pinched the purple flute directly, and dragged it along. The woman's body suddenly lost its center of gravity, staggered, and rushed forward.
Feng Feiyun slid his palm upwards, followed the Dongxiao, and directly clasped her hand. It was a petite and slender hand, extremely soft, and could not hold any bones. Moreover, the skin on the hand was delicate and slightly cold, just like
It's like pinching a piece of beautiful jade.
Feng Feiyun turned his wrist and latched her hand back, crushing the spiritual light between her fingers.
"Yeah!" She let out a cry of pain, and her body was uncontrollably placed in Feng Feiyun's arms, and she was subdued by Feng Feiyun.
"Who are you and why are you trying to catch me?" Ye Xiaoxiang couldn't break free from Feng Feiyun's hand. She felt like she had bumped into a broad and strong chest. A strong masculine breath spread to the tip of her nose, accompanied by
Has a faint smell of blood.
There was a sharp pain in her wrist, which almost made her cry.
"The person who captured you is Beiming Clan. I'm here to save you." Feng Feiyun slowly let go of his hand, pushed her gently, and let her out.
The famous Xiao Fairy, the sixth beauty of the Shenjin Dynasty, is too low in cultivation. Her cultivation at the peak of Caixiangen is completely inadequate in front of Feng Feiyun. She is like a quail that encounters a ferocious beast.
eagle.
Feng Feiyun took off his clothes, revealing his strong muscles and a very well-proportioned figure, with a sense of beauty.
His action frightened Ye Xiaoxiang so much that he stepped back repeatedly, feeling sad. He said he was not a bad person, how could he be a good person who would take off his clothes casually in front of a girl?
Feng Feiyun didn't care what she was thinking. She walked straight to the nearby stream and cleaned the wound on her shoulder. This wound was caused by the powerful man with the third level of destiny in Beiming Clan.
He was stabbed by the swordsman, and the wound almost cut off half of his arm.
"As expected, he is worthy of being a strong man from the four great clans. If he were an ordinary monk with the third level of destiny, he might not be my opponent. But the man who wielded the sword just now also has the third level of cultivation with destiny, but his combat power is higher than
I'm more than a step ahead."
"Hmph! What's the third level of destiny? As long as my cultivation reaches the second level of destiny, it won't be difficult to kill him."
While cleaning the wound, Feng Feiyun sank his consciousness into the Zifu Dantian and found that there were more than 2,900 Zifu spiritual energy inside, which was only one step away from the second level of destiny.
As long as you cultivate three thousand purple mansion spiritual energy, you can step into the second level of destiny.
A colorful spiritual vein sprouted from Feng Feiyun's finger, and he touched the wound on his shoulder. The wound immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a short while, the wound disappeared, leaving not even a scar.
After doing all this, Feng Feiyun put on some clothes, turned around, and found that no one could be seen next to the bronze chariot.
"You run pretty fast!"
The corner of Feng Feiyun's mouth curled up slightly, then turned into an afterimage and chased after him.
Run away, run away, run away!
Ye Xiaoxiang shuttled between the jungles and ran away quickly. She always felt that the man just now was not a good person and wanted to leave here as soon as possible. But when she looked up, she found that the man was already standing in front of her.
"Uh!" Ye Xiaoxiang's beautiful eyes were surprised, and she stopped immediately.
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One thing I'm very sorry about is that in the next three days, the 28th, 29th, and 30th, I can only update two chapters each day, which means I owe a total of three chapters. Including the forty-two chapters I owe before, that's forty-five chapters.
Starting from the 1st of next month, I will try to update ten chapters on the first day, and then five chapters every day, that is, I will pay back all the owed chapters neatly next month.
Smart readers, you should also know what is going to happen next month, right?
Quack! That’s right, this is not a chapter explosion, this is a character explosion. Lao Jiu has left his integrity here for now and will pick it up again next month.