Feng Feiyun was injured so badly that it was difficult to even stand up straight, and he was so weak that he was shaky, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
His face was as pale as paper, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had run out of oil.
This time should have been the best time to kill him, but no one dared to make a move, afraid of being killed by this scammer. After all, three geniuses who defied the sky had already died in his hands, and the other was seriously injured and fainted.
Of the six masters of the Demon Elimination Alliance, only Feng Lingji and Little Demon remained.
Feng Lingji wanted to defeat Feng Feiyun for a long time, and he was ashamed. This time was naturally the best time. He thought that Feng Feiyun must have been seriously injured. The move just now exhausted his spiritual energy. If you don't take action, then there is no better chance.
"Wait a minute!" The little evil demon's petite body turned into a red shadow, and moved straight out, blocking Feng Lingji.
Although Feng Lingji is the cousin of the little demon, he needs this little cousin very urgently. He immediately stood still, did not dare to take a step forward, bowed slightly, and said, "I'm going to capture that traitor, Take him back to the Feng Family Ancestral Hall and ask the little cousin to make way."
The little demon's white and tender hands gently caressed the cat in his arms and smiled innocently: "He is the son of the demon, I am the little demon, we should be the twin demons of the Feng family, even if we want to capture him, we should With my action, the little demon will definitely be able to overwhelm the demon's son."
Hearing this, Feng Lingji was instantly overjoyed, clasped his fists and said, "Cousin's shot, she must be caught."
The little demon had a ponytail on his head, tied with a red butterfly hairpin, and shook it like a rattle, saying, "Since the little demon wants to fight the son of the demon, then it is natural to fight the real son of the demon."
Feng Lingji said: "..."
"The blood of the demon in the body of the demon's son has not yet awakened, so it is naturally not the real son of the demon." The little demon blinked his eyes like a pink doll.
Feng Lingji's face changed, and he said, "Little cousin, don't mess around."
"Haha!" The little demon didn't put Feng Lingji's words in his ears at all, and said to himself: "If you want to stimulate the blood of the demon to wake up completely, then you must drink the blood of the demon, what can be called the blood of the demon today. The real demons are only female demons."
There are no demons in the world, only people who are contaminated with demonic nature, as long as this demonic nature reaches a certain level, they can be called demons.
The little demon's body also has demonic nature, but her demonic nature has not yet reached the height of a real demon. Even if she swallows her own blood to Feng Feiyun, Feng Feiyun cannot fully stimulate the blood of the demon in her body. .
Only the blood of the female demon can truly stimulate the demon blood and demon blood in Feng Feiyun's body at the same time.
People who become demons are already quite scary.
A demon that becomes a demon is even more terrifying. Feng Feiyun's mother is a demon who has become a demon, and both demon blood and demon blood flow in her body.
In Feng Feiyun's body, there is not only demon blood and demon blood, but also human blood and demon soul.
"Little cousin, don't make a fool of yourself, or I'll report this to the Patriarch." Feng Lingji was afraid that the little demon would not know the seriousness and cause a big disaster, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
After all, Feng Feiyun's resentment towards the Feng family is very heavy. If the blood of the demon in his body is awakened, no one may be able to suppress him, and the Feng family will surely usher in his cruel revenge.
A wicked smile appeared on the little demon's face, and his pupils became a little blood red. Just staring at Feng Lingji made him feel like he fell into the ice cellar. took a step back.
"If you dare to talk nonsense, I will let the cat bite you to death." The little demon showed a set of white and neat teeth and smiled slightly.
Feng Lingji didn't think she was joking at all. There were many monks of the older generation who took her words as a joke, and they all died in the end.
The evil spirit and demonic nature of the little demon are no joke.
"It's him. If Big Brother Gu can take his life, I will definitely reward him." Murong Zhuo brought a young man in a white Confucian robe to the Yanwu Battle Tower and waved his finger at the wind standing on the Yanwu Battle Tower. flying clouds.
Murong Zhuo, Luo Shixiong, and Gu Lianqiu had already hired five killers from the Gudi tribe to kill Feng Feiyun outside the Vientiane Tower, but those five killers were killed by Feng Feiyun instead. It made them humiliated again.
The resentment was very deep in his heart, so he invited Gu Qing to kill Feng Feiyun in order to relieve the resentment in his heart.
Gu Qing was about twenty-five or six years old. His face was sharp and his eyebrows were like swords. He had both the style of a Confucian scholar and the toughness of a martial artist, but his real age had reached thirty-nine years old, and he was not young anymore.
Shenji Great Perfection is a big hurdle. After 23 years of seclusion in the Martial Tower, he has not broken through. Even if he retreats further, it will not be of much use.
And just when he was about to leave the customs, Murong Zhuo approached him and asked him to kill someone, which was nothing to him, as long as the other party was not a powerhouse at the Great Perfection level of the God Foundation, he was sure Kill the opponent, not to mention Murong Zhuo also promised to give him a second-grade Juyuan Pill as a reward.
If there is a second-rank Juyuan Pill, maybe it will be able to break through the realm of God's Great Perfection. This temptation is really not small, so he agreed.
"You're talking about him?" Gu Qing hung a three-foot white jade sword on his waist, staring calmly at Feng Feiyun, who was standing on the third floor of the Yanwu Battle Tower, who was already dying, shook his head gently, and said: "It's so disappointing to be so weak."
"He is not weak at all. He has already defeated four genius geniuses in his hands, three dead and one seriously injured." Gu Lianqiu had been guarding the martial arts arena, and when he saw Murong Zhuo invited people, so He told the story of the battle just now.
Murong Zhuo and Luo Shixiong were naturally dumbfounded, but Gu Qing showed a look of disdain and said, "It is also the pinnacle of the gods, and the gap is sometimes dozens of times."
"Why is this?" Gu Lianqiu is still far from the peak of the God-base, and he doesn't understand the mystery of the God-base's peak.
Gu Lianqiu is a beastmaster, born in a famous family, with beautiful appearance and beautiful figure, she can definitely be regarded as a noble lady.
Gu Qing's eyes greedily glanced at her high chest, and then slowly said: "As we all know, once you step into the first level of destiny, the lifespan of a monk will increase to five hundred years. In the eyes of a truly powerful immortal cultivator, , Only the monks who have stepped into the realm of destiny can be regarded as real cultivators, and the monks who have not stepped into the realm of destiny, once they cross the hundred-year mark, their body and strength will go downhill, and they can only live to one hundred and fifty years old at most. , even the cultivator of the Great Perfection Realm of the God Base is no exception."
"There are very few cultivators who can break through the realm of destiny. All of them are people who really have great luck. They not only need talent, but also opportunities, elixir and luck. All of these are indispensable."
"And God Base Peak and God Base Great Perfection are accumulating to break through the realm of destiny. The more abundant the accumulation, the easier it is to succeed when crossing the Earth Tribulation."
"The pinnacle of the God-base is a watershed. When you reach the pinnacle of the God-base, you can cultivate a ray of divine consciousness. Only by possessing the divine-sense can you control the flying of objects, and the divine-sense can replace the eyes to see things and see the wind and grass moving thousands of miles away. ."
"Cultivation at the pinnacle of Divine Base is the cultivation of divine consciousness. The stronger the divine consciousness, the stronger the power. Some people have only cultivated one divine consciousness, while others have cultivated eight divine consciousnesses. The difference in strength is more than ten times."
Murong Zhuo asked, "How many spiritual senses have Brother Gu cultivated?"
"Eight ways." Gu Qing stared coldly at Feng Feiyun in the distance, and added: "As Miss Gu said, the Ji family's anti-genius, Jun Ji Feng, has only cultivated the five senses, and he will be able to If you fight Feng Feiyun, you will lose both. Not to mention that Feng Feiyun is seriously injured now, even if he is in his prime, if I want me to kill him, it only needs one move."
"How many spiritual senses are cultivated to be the realm of the great perfection of the gods?" Murong Zhuo asked with some admiration.
"Humans have three souls and seven souls, and naturally they need ten senses to be considered as stepping into the Great Consummation of the Divine Foundation."
As Gu Qing spoke, there were more iron scales under his feet, there were eight in total, each of which was suspended in the air. He stepped on the iron scales, as if walking in the void, slowly moving towards the Yanwu Battle Tower. Go up.
Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, not to mention killing a seriously injured and dying person, this business has made a lot of money.
"Gu Qing shot, even if Feng Feiyun pretended to be injured, he would be dead." Gu Lianqiu's beautiful eyes had a cruel look.
Luo Shixiong suddenly looked rather solemn and asked, "By the way, Brother Murong, what was the relationship between that woman surnamed Ji and Feng Feiyun that day?"
Hearing this, both Gu Lianqiu and Murong Zhuo's expressions changed, and they recalled what happened after Feng Feiyun left that day. That woman surnamed Ji was really terrible.
Murong Zhuo touched the scar on his neck. At that time, his head was almost shattered by a sword from that vicious woman, and his heart still trembled.
"That woman is a lunatic. Feng Feiyun inquired about my father's eighth concubine at the time. She broke into the eighth concubine's mansion that night and killed her. Even her body was burned to ashes." Murong Zhuo With a chill in her eyes, she said, "She also killed my brother Murong Tuo, and also turned his bones into ashes."
"It seems that he is another person who has a deep hatred with Feng Feiyun. If he wants to kill everyone who is related to Feng Feiyun, there are quite a few people who have offended Feng Feiyun." Gu Lianqiu sighed.