The giant man with the head of a wolf and the body of a bear quickly changed into the appearance of an old wizard, who was clearly the leader of the Black Witch Cult.
"Disciple Shan Honglie, how come he appears here?"
The moment they saw the old wizard, many monks from Taiyiyi, Taoist Sect, Wutai Mountain and other places frowned.
At that time, the Kingdom of Jin set out from Liaodong and swept through the Central Plains. The leader of the Black Witch Sect, Shan Honglie, came to the Central Plains. Many monks had seen him. In order to have a good relationship with the Kingdom of Jin, many of their disciples joined them.
Black Witch Cult.
For example, the abbot of Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai, Zen Master Zhenru’s younger brother Zhentong, grew his hair and returned to secular life, and joined the black witch sect. At this time, he was standing respectfully behind the old shaman disciple Shan Honglie.
But what puzzled Zhenru was that their junior brother was bowing his head in extreme respect, looking at the old wizard as if he were a god.
'Now we're in big trouble.'
The Zhenru brothers all trembled slightly in their hearts.
Even the eminent monks of Mount Wutai cannot put all their eggs in one basket at the same time, so there is nothing wrong with investing in multiple sources.
It was originally expected that Feng Zhou was so powerful that all the major sects in the Central Plains were no match. The Black Witch Sect was frightened by the Jin people and took the initiative to suppress it. His disciple Shan Honglie had long been hiding in a corner with his remnants, shivering, and even fled to the extreme.
Bei should never come back. Who would have thought that he would dare to jump out and challenge Feng Zhou.
"It's so unwise. Feng Zhenzhen is the most powerful person in the world. Even the elders of the Black Witch Sect have killed countless people. How can he, a mere old wizard, challenge him?"
"Although disciple Shan Honglie is strong, he is expected to be on the level of Fa Hai and Hong Zhong. Moreover, the Black Witch Cult has suffered a blow and is no longer as powerful as before. Doesn't he show up to die?"
"You are seeking death."
Many monks shook their heads.
The northern warlocks, including Taiyi Dao and Dao Dao Cult, showed no respect for the former northern hero. Now that the Central Plains has changed, no matter what magical powers his disciple Shan Honglie has cultivated, he is still no match for Feng Zhou.
Destined to flee in embarrassment.
"It's best for disciple Shan Honglie to show up and take action just in time to capture him as an outpost for Feng Zhenren to cross the river and calm down the disaster."
Some people are even gearing up and eager to give it a try.
Many monks shook their heads. Shan Honglie, a mere disciple, dared to challenge Feng Zhou? Didn't he see that the entire Central Plains was swept by Feng Zhou, and many places built shrines to worship him.
"Old man, you are seeking death. How can you be so presumptuous in front of Lieutenant Feng?"
There was a Taoist master named Zhang Yuan who shouted loudly. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding two gauntlets, and he shot directly at the old wizard.
Zhang Yuan is also a famous magic master in the north. He is the disciple of the leader Wuyouzi. He has been famous for more than ten years and is quite famous in the magic world in the north. Even when facing his disciple Shan Honglie, who thinks he has the power to fight, he has a
The power of resistance, especially the double grooves of his gauntlets, one son and one mother, can be near or far, his strength is amazing!
"go."
Zhang Yuanyi pinches the magic formula.
The double grooves of the gauntlet immediately turned into two black lights, chasing the light and shadow, and instantly shot in front of the old wizard. The double grooves were extremely sharp and as fast as lightning. Even some great masters could not react, and they might be hit. Zhang Yuan
It was because of this that I dared to take action, hoping to make a good impression in front of Feng Zhou.
"Bang."
It was beyond Zhang Yuan’s expectation.
As soon as the pair of double grooves penetrated within three feet of the old wizard, it was as if they had been hit by thick glue, and they were extremely blocked. It was difficult to move at all, and there was no way forward. Zhang Yuan's face turned red from the pressure.
I tried my best to control the two ditches, but I couldn't make any progress.
"Brother Zhang Dao, did you go wild last night? Didn't you think well and couldn't use your magic power?" A group of warlocks laughed.
"Nonsense!" Zhang Yuan was annoyed.
"Haha." Everyone laughed again.
"Let's see if I come."
One of the casual cultivators walked out, and the faces of the people around him suddenly became slightly condensed. Even several old monks from Mount Wutai stared blankly.
This man dressed in ordinary clothes is known as the "Flying Swordsman". He doesn't know who his master is, and he doesn't accept any apprentices. He lives a carefree life by himself, killing demons and demons everywhere. His strength is extraordinary.
Especially the dagger in his hand, which is said to be an ancient magic weapon. Even ordinary magic weapons cannot hurt it at all, and it is unknown how many demon pills have been defeated.
"Break it for me."
The Flying Swordsman stepped forward, lightning was flying, his hair and clothes were roaring, his eyes were as dark as black, and the divine sword in his hand was blooming with incomparable brilliant light.
That sword was even enough to catch up with a peerless master.
All the monks who saw the Flying Swordsman's move were moved. Many of those who had underestimated and ignored him before had to admit that this man's profound skills and various magical powers were indeed not inferior to those of the magicians.
"Click."
But 'Flying Swordsman' was defeated even worse than Zhang Yuan.
All I saw was that the old wizard disciple Shan Honglie raised his hand casually and pointed lightly.
That finger lightly touched the dagger without a trace of fireworks or magical power. Immediately afterwards, the divine sword, which was said to be extremely strong and invincible, actually broke from the tip of the sword, and
The powerful body created by the Flying Swordsman's Tongxuan Divine Art directly shattered into pieces and exploded into a ball of blood mist, destroying both body and soul.
"hiss."
That moment.
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
Among the many masters that Feng Zhou gathered in the north, the Flying Swordsman can be said to be one of the strongest. This kind of great swordsman who is rampant in the world is even respected by Wutai Mountain and Shaolin Temple, but he did not expect that Jing is so vulnerable!
Feng Zhou's men, whether they were generals or magicians, were all shocked.
"How did this old wizard become so powerful?" Many people were stunned.
"Although Shan Honglie, the leader of the Black Witch Sect, is powerful, as soon as he is seen in front of others, his strength is at most on par with Daoyuan Master Xue Daoguang. How can he be so powerful?" Several old monks on Wutai Mountain were also extremely surprised.
As for those who knew the details of the 'Flying Swordsman', a basin of cold water was poured over their heads, which chilled them to the bone.
The ability to kill a flying swordsman with one finger is beyond their imagination. Even the gods in the sky may not be able to do it. Could it be that there is another invincible fighter like Feng Zhou?
"That's all."
Disciple Shan Honglie said, his eyes cold.
"Who are you?"
Someone shouted excitedly.
It is obvious that he is definitely not just Shan Honglie.
If his disciple Shan Honglie was so powerful, he wouldn't be unable to stay in the Kingdom of Jin any longer.
If disciple Shan Honglie could kill the flying swordsman with one finger, why would he do this?
"No matter who dares to provoke Taiwei Feng, he is seeking death." Zhishen, the elder of Nanchan Temple, said coldly.
Dozens of northern monks pressed forward in unison, including Xin Qiji, Pang Yong and others who were also eager to try. They wanted to swing their swords at disciple Shan Honglie, but Feng Zhou opened his mouth at this moment.
His brows tightened and his eyes became extremely serious:
"Are you the Black Rakshasa?"
Feng Zhou questioned, but in an extremely affirmative tone. He looked at his disciple Shan Honglie intently, with only fighting intent in his eyes. His long hair was not fluttering in the wind on his back, and his clothes were flapping like a war flag.
"Black Rakshasa? Who is that?"
Everyone was stunned.
The faces of several Buddhist monks had changed at this moment, and they looked up at their disciple Shan Honglie as if they were seeing ghosts.
"Tai... Taiwei means, no... this person can't be the Lord of Hell, Hei... Black Rakshasa, right?" Zhenru, the host of Qingliang Temple, stammered.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.
When many people were about to reprimand, the disciple Shan Honglie had already taken action. Facing the many sorcerers pressing up, he just took one step forward.
"Boom."
That moment.
The overwhelming aura of terror is coming with pressure!
That disciple, Shan Honglie, instantly transformed into a great god with the head of a wolf and the body of a bear, but he was extremely terrifying, extremely coercive, and extremely powerful.
"Crack."
The wolf-headed bear-body just gently raised its hand, opened it and pressed it down.
"Boom!"
It seemed as if thunder exploded from the sky. Dozens of warlocks, no matter what realm they were in, were all turned into powder under this palm. Even before the power of the palm was reached, many people's bodies, including magic weapons and physical bodies, exploded.
It exploded into a ball of blood mist.
"No, leave quickly!"
Even if there were a few Taiyi masters and Xiao Baozhen's junior disciples, their expressions changed wildly, and they used magical powers to leave, but under the palm of the wolf-headed bear-body, they were all killed on the spot, and their entire bodies were patted into meat patties.
"Boom!"
Just one palm.
Most of the magicians gathered by Feng Zhou were dead. The remaining people were trembling when they faced the wolf-headed bear-body. Their whole bodies froze and they raised their heads blankly. They were so scared that their souls seemed to be frozen.
"How could Black Rakshasa, the Lord of Hell, appear in the human world?"
Several well-informed people were stunned and couldn't believe it.
Many people closed their eyes sadly, their hearts filled with despair, and only said two words: "What a tragedy!"
This powerful demon king is so powerful, who else in the world can suppress him?