I saw this snake-shaped shadow, which was extremely huge, at least twenty feet long and two thick. It had two wings on its back, and its body was covered with bird-like feathers, mixed with scales. It opened its bloody mouth,
It exudes a majestic coercion.
Fu Yang couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the legendary Quetzalcoatl worshiped by the Mayans? It's really very strong! Just the summoned shadow makes people's hearts palpitate. If the real body is here, I shouldn't be there yet.
opponent."
This is normal!
Quetzalcoatl can become the highest god of a group. He is by no means an ordinary person. He must be extremely powerful! Otherwise, these Mayan wise men would not have placed their hope in reviving Quetzalcoatl and regaining the glory of the Maya.
"It's just that...the magic projections created by these mere Mayan cultivators cannot even reach my eyes, Fu Yang."
He looked indifferent and expressionless.
Facing the roaring and attacking phantom of Quetzalcoatl! He just gently stretched out his right hand, and the runes that rotated and flickered in the palm suddenly burst out.
"Tianluo Queling Palm!"
boom!
A giant palm shining with white light appeared along the outline of Fu Yang's right hand. It was originally more than ten feet in size. However, after the addition of the Qiankun chessboard, it instantly expanded to dozens of feet.
Even the phantom of Quetzalcoatl, which looked like a tall building, seemed small in front of this giant palm of light.
Then, in full view of everyone, the giant palm of light directly grabbed the phantom of Quetzalcoatl - just like a normal person's hand holding a small snake!
Ho ho ho…
The phantom of Quetzalcoatl let out a roaring roar and struggled desperately. It flapped its wings on its back and whipped up violent winds, making half of the Haneda Airport area seem to be shrouded in a Category 12 typhoon.
However, it is of no use!
The giant palm of light that looked like a god was still tightly holding the seven-inch position of the phantom of Quetzalcoatl. Then, Fu Yang made a tight movement...
Bang, boom!
The Quetzalcoatl phantom was crushed into pieces and exploded. The violent shock wave spread, not only directly overturning the Gulfstream G650 private plane that Simba and the others used to escape, but also some large passenger planes.
It was blown and shaken so much that it moved sideways for a long distance.
Puff puff puff puff!
Ahhhhh!
Four more sounds of vomiting blood and screams were heard. Elder Simba and the other four Mayan practitioners all fell to the ground and could no longer get up.
Mr. Xiong covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "You damn people, the screams you make are so funny and ghostly. Look, I even recorded it with my mobile phone. Then I will cut out the audio and put it on Station B to make ghostly material.
.”
As he said that, he actually showed his mobile phone screen to Simba and others who were lying on the ground... The other party seemed to be so angry that he vomited more blood.
Already exhausted of mana, seriously injured and dying, I am afraid he is even weaker now.
Fu Yang casually scattered the Qiankun chessboard, and then waved slightly from the air. The eight-foot magatama in Elder Simba's hand flew over and was caught by him.
Suddenly, a cold and moist feeling spread along the palm of my hand.
oh?
Fu Yang's heart moved slightly as he stared at the eight-foot magatama in his hand - although he knew that it was probably just a high-quality imitation, he was also surprised by the sophistication and power of this magical weapon.
With Fu Yang's current strength and extensive experience, he could roughly judge the grade of this eight-foot high-quality magatama replica in an instant.
His eyes narrowed slightly: "It should be between the high-level earth-level magic weapon and the peak earth-level magic weapon. Although it is not a real eight-foot magatama, it can be regarded as a real treasure. Even in China, at this level
The magical weapon will also attract many people to covet it."
Think back to when Fu Yang was still relatively weak, in Jiulong Lake in Chongqing City. The Nine-Dragon Divine Cauldron that attracted many forces to compete for it - that is, the Liangzhou Cauldron among Emperor Wu's Nine Cauldrons - was almost the same grade as the eight-foot jade jade in his hand.
up and down.
Of course, due to some chance coincidences, the Liangzhou Ding was born with a spiritual intelligence that should have been possessed by a heaven-level magic weapon. However, it surpassed this eight-foot magatama imitation...
But when it comes to the power of the pure magic weapon itself, maybe this eight-foot magatama imitation is even better! After all, being able to be used as a substitute for the real thing and placed in the Edo Imperial Palace obviously means that the person who made it will have to spend a lot of time.
With all your heart.
Fu Yang first put away the imitation and prepared to examine it carefully after leaving the place to see how he could find clues to the authentic eight-foot magatama.
The screams of the four Mayans could be heard in my ears.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Spare your life, Mr. Xiong."
Well……
Fu Yang was speechless for a while, then raised his head and looked into the distance. Did the four Mayans really turn into Miya people? They were shouting "Mama Miya".
It turned out that it was Mr. Xiong who ran over and used his magic power to shatter the ground of the airport, causing a lot of gravel to condense into four stone catfish, and started doing his indescribable job to Simba and others...
…
Poor Mayan wise man!
He was already seriously injured and dying, and now he was bullied by the "Three No Monsters" like Mr. Xiong, whose integrity had been thrown to Java Island long ago. He was in great pain both physically and mentally.
Not only that, Mr. Xiong also forced them to cry "Oh my God!", saying that he would spare their lives.
Wei Ke frowned: "Damn fat cat, can you be more serious? You do some obscene things every day. Kill him quickly to save trouble."
After saying that, her eyes flashed, and the power of the Ghost Emperor flowed through her body.
Sonorous!
Four black handleless swords flew out of the void and flashed past, leaving behind transparent tracks. They had already penetrated the hearts of the four Mayan practitioners.
One of the swords flew close to Mr. Xiong's buttocks - shaving off its thick hair and causing a small prick. Mr. Xiong, who was holding the stone catfish, screamed in fright.
It burst into tears: "Your Majesty Queen! You were more accurate. You almost stabbed me in the butt..."
Then he looked at the four Mayans who shrugged and blinked miserably: "Well, I keep what I say. I spared your lives, but this was done by the Queen herself. It has nothing to do with me!
"
Elder Simba was nailed to the ground by the black sword energy, his pupils dilated, and his eyes gradually became blurry. At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, he was still muttering to himself: "The glory of Quetzalcoatl...the revival of Maya...what a pity."
Already."
After saying that, his vision went dark and he died completely.
The physical body quickly decayed and turned into ashes, disappearing without a trace as soon as the wind blew. Wei Ke's power of the Ghost Emperor could easily completely destroy both his physical body and soul!
Aba and Guoba also ended up in the same state of disarray and complete death.
Only Shiba...because when he left the enslaved cultivators at the Platycodon Gate as cannon fodder to attract the firepower of the Imperial Palace guardians, he showed a trace of reluctance and did have the idea of letting them live. Although he finally left,
But this slight bit of intolerance made Wei Ke give him a little leeway.