"You dare!"
The two genius geniuses thought that Qin Zhan would be able to suppress Feng Feiyun steadily, but unexpectedly, Qin Zhan was defeated so quickly and was defeated by a monk in the early days of the gods.
These two genius geniuses were cultivators from Ziyun Dongtian. They came to Fenghuo Liancheng together with Qin Zhan. One was a man and one woman. The man was wearing a wide purple gold robe, and he was eight feet tall and handsome. He was about twenty years old.
The woman is also wearing a purple-gold robe, with a belt printed with spiritual flowers on her waist. She is a little younger than the man, and she is also beautiful. Her eyebrows are like green feathers and her skin is as white as snow. She is definitely an alluring person. Jiadai.
The male is called Zichuan and the female is called Ziqing, they are a pair of siblings.
The two of them are the most outstanding talents of the younger generation of Ziyun Dongtian, and they flew down from the sixth floor at the same time, stepping on a purple cloud, like two exiled immortals.
Zichuan held a stream of cloud sails, stirring up a wave-like divine light!
Ziqing sacrificed a divine training, like a snake full of poison, shuttled through the air, making a harsh and urgent sound.
"No one can save him!" Feng Feiyun's feet exerted force, stomping Qin Zhan's chest through, his ribs were shattered, his internal organs were tattered, and countless blood spattered from his body, smashing Feng Feiyun's right foot. All dyed red.
He actually trampled Qin Zhan to death. The demon's son was really ruthless. He was a genius who defied the sky.
In a big family like the Qin family, there are only a few such geniuses in one generation. They are definitely treasures to be protected, but they died in Feng Feiyun's hands and turned into blood-splattered corpses.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun directly punched Miaogui's wrench out, the pitch-black wrench became as big as a fist, and a red dragon shadow swam on the wrench, releasing terrifying power.
The power of the spiritual tool was activated, covering the entire stunning building, tearing a gap in the Yunfan in Zichuan's hand, overflowing with wisps of essence, and directly breaking the spiritual training in Ziqing's hand.
The two genius geniuses were knocked out at the same time and slammed into the wall. Fortunately, the strength was offset by the protection of the body, otherwise Feng Feiyun would be able to beat them seriously.
"The power of a spiritual tool!" Zichuan's fingers touched Liu Yunfan gently, his face became extremely solemn.
Feng Feiyun and Qin Zhan fought against each other just now. Although he also used the power of the spirit tool, he kept it hidden and used it very obscurely. He didn't use the full power of the spirit tool, but now it is different. He has already used the spirit tool. At this stage, he can play the strongest power, so with one blow, both Zichuan and Ziqing were knocked into the air.
Feng Feiyun's finger touched Miaogui's finger and said, "Naturally it is a spiritual weapon."
The power of a spiritual tool is too powerful. It can prosper a family and shake down a chaotic world. Even an ordinary monk in the realm of destiny cannot get a spiritual tool. Can carry a magic weapon to fight.
No wonder he was able to kill Qin Zhan!
The power of the spirit tool does not stop there. It seems that Feng Feiyun has not used all his strength from beginning to end.
The entire city of Beacon Fire was shrouded in the icy night. Pieces of god clouds gathered in the sky, and a beam of light shone down from the clouds, as if a god was about to come to the world.
"call out!"
The beam of light disappeared quickly, but the black clouds in the sky were accumulating thicker and thicker. At some point, an old man in a golden robe had already stood outside the stunning building.
He walked out of the light beam, with lightning flashes flowing around his body, and his wrinkled eyes carried endless killing intent, but he took a light step and stood in the stunning building.
"After all, it's still a step late!" The old man came before Qin Zhan's body, looking at the broken chest that was still bleeding, the killing intent on his face was even stronger, and the chill made everyone in the stunning building A cultivator felt his heart tremble.
This old man's cultivation is very powerful, he has reached the first level of destiny, and he has lived for more than 260 years without dying. He is Qin Zhan's protector.
In fact, every great power-defying genius will have an older generation guardian. When the genius goes out, the guardian will accompany him secretly. As long as there is no absolute crisis of life and death, the guardian will not Appear.
If Qin Zhan hadn't met Feng Feiyun, then no one in the beacon fire would dare to kill him, so the protector was not worried about his life safety.
But when he sensed that Qin Zhan's vitality was rapidly weakening, it was already too late when he rushed over.
"You are the son of a demon, do you really think that with the support of a female demon, you will be able to ignore everyone in the world?" A faint aura swept out of the guardian's body, and directly put the two geniuses in Ziyun Cave House. Both Jun and Feng Feiyun were shocked and retreated.
The monks who can reach the realm of destiny are all people with great power. They have a life span of five hundred years. Generally, they rarely appear in the world of immortals. day, the lifespan can be increased by another Jiazi, that is, sixty years.
Destiny, Destiny, Desire to Heaven!
Feng Feiyun stepped on the ground steadily, stabilized his figure, and said neither humble nor arrogant: "Just allow your Qin family to kill me, but not allow me to kill you?"
"Good, good, good, good junior, this old man is Qin Zhan's Taoist protector. Since Qin Zhan is dead, you must bury him with him."
The white hair on the protector's head is windless and automatic, and a ray of light rises between his eyebrows, like a supreme eye, a sharp sword energy condenses between his eyebrows, this sword energy is really powerful It was heart-pounding, but just in the process of brewing, Feng Feiyun felt the threat of death.
The powerhouse in the first realm of Destiny has undergone a world of difference from the monks in the realm of God. If the monks in the realm of God are just the top of the mortal world, then the monks in the first realm of Destiny are It is already a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people.
In front of the guardian, Feng Feiyun felt like his body was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move even a finger, as if the other party could take his life with just one click of a finger.
Suddenly, the repressed breath disappeared, Feng Feiyun felt a little light on his body, and saw that the old Taoist guardian was full of horror, picked up Qin Zhan's body on the ground, and then smashed it. The window, to flee into the night.
"boom!"
But just as he broke through the window, he was slapped back and hit the wooden beam. His old body seemed a little sluggish, and a mouthful of gorgeous blood was spit out from his mouth.
A cultivator with the highest destiny was slapped and seriously injured!
Blood spilled from the corner of the protector's mouth, his eyes were full of horror, staring out of the window full of gloomy wind, and tremblingly said: "Sir, I didn't mean to offend Feng Feiyun, it was just a joke."
Feng Feiyun also felt an intimidating aura coming in from the outside, and looked into the dark window, only to see that the dark clouds outside were lower, and the cold wind blew the trees "rustling". There seemed to be countless ghosts dancing among the leaves.
As long as it is an immortal cultivator who has reached the realm of the gods, at this moment, he has already felt an unusual breath suppressed in his heart. The higher the cultivation base, the more obvious the feeling.
No wonder the daoist who had reached the first level of destiny would suddenly withdraw his efforts and flee. It turned out that he felt that unusual aura and knew that Xiao Nuolan was here.
He wanted to escape, but was a step too late.
"Da da!"
A faint sound of footsteps sounded from the outside, the sound was neither slow nor hasty, but it had a certain rhythm, which made people tremble. The immortal cultivators in the entire stunning building did not dare to take a deep breath at the moment, and they all turned their eyes to the door. place.
One of the immortal cultivators couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere and jumped from the window on the third floor, trying to escape from the stunning building, but just as he jumped out, a shrill scream came from outside.
Then everyone heard the sound of flesh being eaten, as if a wild dog was eating a corpse, but Feng Feiyun knew that it was not the wild dog, but the ancient corpse monks, who were eating human flesh.
The witch hadn't entered the stunning building yet, but she had already scared a few timid cultivators to death. With a bang, she fell to the ground and her body became stiff.
Whether it is a person with a low cultivation base or a person with a high cultivation base, he is all cold at this moment, as if he has entered hell.
"Squeak!"
The lacquer-gold door of the stunning building was slowly pushed open, and a cloudy wind poured in. Under the high-hanging lanterns, a long reflection was seen extending into the lobby, an ancient man wearing a bright red cassock. The corpse monk came in from outside.
The cassock on the body is very gorgeous, brand new and flowing with aura, but the body under the cassock is charred and withered, and in some places it is even rotten to the core, revealing the white bones.
The ancient corpse monk's eyes were filled with golden rays of light, and he glanced at everyone present, folded his hands together, and uttered a Buddha's name in his mouth, but this Buddha's name was very dry, like a corpse.
His palm was still stained with blood, and he just slapped the guardian who wanted to escape back with a slap.
This is an ancient corpse that has undergone the third corpse transformation, and its cultivation base will not be much weaker than Ju Qing.
He stood respectfully in front of the gate of the stunning building, holding the Buddha's seal in both hands, and bowed slightly, as if some big man was about to appear.