Because of hatred, Immortal Bingjue's ice and snow power contained an irresistible killing intent, coupled with the use of a lot of strength, Feng Lao actually retreated several steps because of this palm, and his mouth was faintly bleeding.
The endless killing intent on Immortal Venerable Bingjue made him understand that Immortal Venerable Bingjue should know what he did to him.
Thinking of this, he also launched a counterattack with all his strength.
Immortal Venerable Bingjue was entering the Jin Dynasty just now, and because of the current incident, his Jin Jin had not been completed very well, so it was extremely easy to kill him.
However, when he summoned all the spiritual energy in his body to deal with Immortal Venerable Bingjue, he suddenly discovered that the space in front of him began to be dislocated again, and his power actually bounced back towards him after sending out.
No, it was designed again.
This Yaoling Temple seems to have become a space formation, and if he can't find the formation's eye, he can't hurt anyone here at all.
He quickly looked around, and finally, his eyes fell on the barbarian king.
In his impression, only the barbarian king is the strongest in the power of space.
In this way, only by killing him can the spatial dislocation formation in the Medicine Spirit Hall be deciphered.
Nian Suixin thought, he avoided the joint attack of Venerable Wen Yin and Immortal Bingjue, disappeared again, and quietly walked around behind the barbarian king, preparing for a surprise attack...
When the audience was tense, the Man Wang snorted coldly, "I don't know what to say!"
I saw a sky-defying purple light burst out from the Man King's hand, and the old Feng behind him was fixed in mid-air, showing his original shape.
Boss Feng turned pale with shock, and began to deflect vigorously, but his body seemed to be glued to the sky, and he couldn't move at all.
Seeing that the barbarian king's second move was about to come, his heart became ruthless, a black glow spread out from his pupils, and a trace of blood began to flow in the air.
Under everyone's gaze, Feng Lao actually peeled off layers of skin like a snake, and that familiar face gradually changed...
When a strange face appeared in front of everyone, everyone was not calm.
"It's not Mr. Feng... This person is not Mr. Feng..."
"How could this be? Is this someone who faked it? Or is it a replica of the statue?"
"Who is he? Who is he? Where did the real Feng Lao go?"