He clearly saw that Lin Xi had been hit by his spell, but he only paused for a moment and was not greatly disturbed.
"This kid is really troublesome!" Feng Daoren thought in his heart: "If I let him survive the divine punishment, I'm afraid I will be the one who suffers."
But there are too few means at his disposal.
If the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Tower were exposed to divine punishment, they would all be annihilated in an instant.
If other methods are used, it will easily be affected by divine punishment.
Very distressed.
Just when he was thinking about how to avoid being affected by the divine punishment and how to deal with Lin Xi, a black light appeared in front of him.
The black hand is coming.
Nothing fancy, his fists turned into two mountains and fell from the sky.
The majestic and powerful compressed air made a deafening explosion.
"Little Transformation God, don't bother me." Feng Daoren waved his hand, and the cuffs suddenly expanded and turned into a large black hole. A cyclone was generated, and a strong suction force continued to pull the space.
Although Black Hand had just killed several fusion monks, Daoren Feng still didn't care.
Because those few people were affected by the divine punishment and were seriously injured, and they were recovering from their injuries and were unprepared, it was not incomprehensible that they were attacked to death by surprise.
Feng Daoren considers himself to be of a high level and in good condition, and does not pay attention to evil hands at all.
But soon, he discovered that he had made a mistake.
Those two jet-black fists actually shattered the space, forcibly breaking the magical power of Qiankun in the sleeves.
His sleeves were flying, and Taoist Feng retreated in confusion.
Both sleeves had been torn into pieces.
"What kind of strange strength!" Feng Daoren was shocked.
However, the power of the black hand was still not exhausted, and he smashed down hard with both fists. Daoren Feng immediately used the magic weapon to protect his body, but he was still shocked by the black hand and kept retreating, and the protective energy was shattered.
Feng Daoren looked horrified: What a strange deity.
This strength is probably incomparable to ordinary combined body cultivation.
Blackhand never hesitates or speaks in a fight. He moves his feet and passes through the afterimages, and his whole body rushes away like a black dragon.
With his ever-changing movements and strong and unshakable body, Black Hand is the most unreasonable killing machine.
boom!
Another punch shattered the void.
The violent bursting sound of air compression shook all directions.
Taoist Feng's expression was solemn, he did not dare to face the blow directly, and immediately sacrificed the evil treasure, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Tower. In an instant, the ghost energy surged into the sky, and countless evil ghosts sprang out from the tower.
These fierce ghosts have distorted faces and no consciousness, only the instinct to bite and devour.
They rushed towards Black Hand crazily, gnawing at his body.
Black Hand didn't have any good means to fight against the ghostly aura of ghosts, so he was instantly swallowed up by the sea of ghosts.
"Huh, after all, we are flesh and blood. Who can resist the body of all ghosts?" Feng Daoren said coldly.
But suddenly, in the sea of ghosts, a dark figure walked slowly and firmly out of the sea of ghosts. His body was covered with ghosts, and the sharp and terrifying teeth of these ghosts were gnawing at his head.
On the nails, on the arms, on the legs, on the feet, on the back...
But Black Hand was still unscathed, and these ghosts couldn't break his defense at all.
Feng Daoren's expression changed slightly: "Are you kidding?"
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Tower is a treasure of the evil path. As long as you don't encounter anything particularly restrained, it is absolutely invincible.
The fierce ghosts that have been nurtured by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Tower will all become significantly stronger. The most common ghosts can bite through the golden elixir monk's aura.
Even if a body cultivator at the combined level is in front of the Ten Thousand Ghost Demon Tower, as long as he is entangled by the sea of ghosts, he will be completely reduced to bones in at most one or two hours.
But the person in front of me is physically so powerful?
Is this...is this still a human being?
Black Hand's body shook, and an extremely thick aura burst out. The ghost tide twisted and struggled to fall as if it had been crushed by a mountain.
"Watch me destroy your soul!" Feng Daoren became anxious and used all his strength to use the Ten Thousand Ghost Demon Tower.
I saw the demon tower blooming with intense black light.
The black light mixed with the spirit of ghosts turned into an invisible force and shrouded the black hand.
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Tower can not only suppress evil spirits, but it also contains incredible power, which Daoren Feng has yet to fully unleash.
But even just the application part is enough to be in the same realm, making it difficult to find rivals.
The black light at this moment can instantly corrode the soul, or even kill it.
But Black Hand rushed forward without any care, crossed the black light, and headed straight for Feng Daoren, without appearing to be affected at all.
This really confused Daoren Feng.
Although Black Hand is considered a real living creature, he does not have a soul in the true sense, because his body and soul are one, and he has already reached the state that can only be achieved by a fusion monk.
The unparalleled physical body naturally means that the soul is unshakable.
Even evil treasures can't do anything to him.
boom!
boom!
Black Hand rushed up, and his fists fell like raindrops, but the heavy pressure was like a pillar of heaven collapsing, and it fell crazily on Feng Daoren's body.
Even though Taoist Feng was very thoughtful and had a lot of experience, it was difficult for him to parry this unreasonable blow.
However, Feng Daoren is a fusion monk after all. After stabilizing his body and fighting with Black Hand, he will not be defeated so easily by Black Hand.
But he was still frustrated.
I am a dignified peak-level monk, but I am actually fighting with a junior who is at the peak of god transformation?
"Don't go too far!" Daoren Feng roared angrily: "You really think I can't do anything to you? You're just a small body cultivator. Killing you is like squeezing an ant to death!"
It's a pity that what greeted him was only the fist of the black hand.
Taoist Feng's hair was flying, looking like a madman.
As a peak integration monk, how could he not have any trump cards?
I originally thought it was embarrassing to use a trump card against an Avatar, but now I have to use it.
"Crush the ants to death? You pinch one and let me see." Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from behind Feng Daoren.
Feng Daoren froze behind him.
Oops.
He turned his head stiffly, and Lin Xi was standing behind him, staring at him coldly, holding a terrifying and mysterious golden mace tightly in his hand.
The damnation is over.
Lin Xi managed to survive.
No!!
Feng Daoren felt that the danger of death instantly enveloped him, and he subconsciously wanted to use his trump card to reverse the situation.
But it was too late.
The magic weapon has come to him.
At that moment, he felt that his consciousness had been shattered, and he was completely unable to think about anything or take any action.
Black Hand came behind him, waving his terrifying fist.
Feng Daoren's eyes darkened.
Completely plunged into eternal darkness.
Feng Daoren is dead.
The blood clots all over the sky were like a heavy rain.
Being attacked from both sides by the black hand and the magic weapon, there is no chance of survival.
Lin Xi breathed a long sigh of relief.
it's over.
He mastered it, completely condensed his spirit body, advanced to the realm of integration, and then successfully survived the divine punishment.
After surviving the divine punishment, Lin Xi recovered as quickly as possible and rushed to support the black hand, finally killing the most troublesome Taoist Feng.
A steady stream of spiritual rain fell from the sky, and then slowly became heavier, nourishing and nourishing the world.
Lin Xi greedily absorbed the power in the spiritual rain to restore herself.
Although the magic weapon can be controlled, the consumption is too terrible.
As for the black hand, he took away Taoist Feng's stored magic weapon with ease, and then the saint's formation appeared on his palm again, erasing the imprint on the magic weapon.
Lin Xi was speechless and envious.
I am speechless because you are the most unique being in the world, yet you are... so greedy for money.
I'm envious because this hand is so handsome.
It is so easy to erase the imprint of other people's consciousness.
You must know that even if a dead person's stored magic weapon is opened, it is not that easy.