Feng Feiyun crossed the robbery without dying, rushed into the sky, and became the only one in the history of the Shenjin Dynasty to survive the robbery from the sea of the core of the earth.
The first man in history!
The sky is full of Zixia, and it has the demeanor of exile and immortals. The monks of the older generation are all shocked by it, all of them are looking at the young man in white standing in the air, with a heroic figure, just like the crape myrtle rising in the sky.
"Congratulations to the God King, Hexi God King, the disciple has now passed the tribulation of the earth and entered the first level of destiny. After a few days, it will soar into the sky, and the world will be silent."
"Oh! You have just reached the first level of destiny, and you have such power. Within ten years, you will be invincible in the world."
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The respected masters of the Vientiane Tower came to congratulate him. The King of God was also quite contented and proud of his apprentice. Sure enough, he did not misunderstand this kid. How high he can reach in the future depends on how hard he works.
"puff!"
Misfortune happened!
A divine spear pierced through the air like a divine dragon, piercing the chest of Feng Feiyun, who just flew out of the ground. A huge blood hole was exposed at the chest, and blood fell from the sky and sprinkled all over the earth.
Beyond everyone's expectations.
Some invincible powerhouse actually shot at this time, causing heavy damage to Feng Feiyun.
The white clothes on Feng Feiyun's body were stained with red blood, and fell from the sky, clutching his chest, bleeding from his palms, and forcibly hitting the ground with a palm, only then did he stabilize his body, "Boom", his legs touched the ground , with one hand on the ground, the body is half-kneeling, and the smoke and dust are flying everywhere.
"Dare to make a move!"
The King of God was furious, knowing that he was sitting here, he actually launched the killing technique again and again, and did not take him seriously.
In a flash, the **** king disappeared in place and rushed into the void. There was a fierce collision sound, and the dragon roared and screamed incessantly.
Zhang Ba Dao flew down in front of Feng Feiyun and helped him up, "Junior Brother, how is it?"
"I can't die!" Feng Feiyun coughed twice, stood up, the purple haze filled the palm of his hand, pressed a palm on his chest, and the blood hole in his chest recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The one who shot just now was a giant-level figure. If it weren't for Feng Feiyun's strong physique and Feng Feiyun's blood refining his bones, the spear just now could tear his body into pieces.
Zhang Ba Dao's face was full of anger and said, "They also watched you survive the calamity, which made some people feel fear, so they shot you so regardless of the cost."
"puff!"
The blood hole in Feng Feiyun's chest actually exploded again, and a strange cyclone shrouded it, which could not be healed at all.
Zhang Ba Dao was taken aback, seeing that the wound was already healing, but now it exploded again, Feng Feiyun's face turned pale, and he almost fell to the ground.
This wound is extraordinary!
He quickly released the spiritual energy in his body to help Feng Feiyun recover from his injuries.
"boom!"
The clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and the King of God stepped on a giant wearing a purple robe and descended from the sky, directly stepping on the giant to the ground, causing the ground to crack open.
Too domineering, even stepping on the giant, so that the other party has no strength to fight back.
"Cough, God King, even if you kill me, it's useless, Feng Feiyun has already been infected with the rotten blood of the Supreme Divine Poison of the Ziming Corpse Cave, and no one in the world can save him, within three days, his whole body will rot. For pus and blood." The giant of the Ziming Corpse Cave laughed loudly.
"The rotten blood of the King of Hell..." All the monks who heard this name felt chills, and couldn't help but step back, the farther away from Fengfeiyun, the better.
In that ancient era, the rotten blood of the King of Hell in the Ziming Corpse Cave made everyone in the world fear it. It was like a reminder of the King of Hell in Hell. It is difficult for any monk who has a drop of the rotten blood of the King of Hell, no matter how high his cultivation level. escape and die.
Moreover, all those who were caught in the rotten blood of the King of Hell, the monks who were too close, died inexplicably in the end, their bodies turned into corpses, and their bodies were covered with corpse hairs.
This kind of divine poison is extremely precious. Even the Ziming Corpse Cave has only a few drops left. It is treasured as something more precious than a spiritual tool. It is almost always used to deal with the top figures in the world of immortality, but I don’t want the Ziming Corpse Cave. In order to kill Feng Feiyun, he even brought a drop of the rotten blood of the King of Hell.
The **** king was furious, the white hair on his head broke the golden crown, and he directly trampled the giant to death, donated blood, and burned in the air, turning into a cloud of fire.
"It's really terrifying. The King of God is still so unparalleled in killing power. He kills four giants in one day. This battle may shock the world again, and no one dares to provoke him again."
"Hey! The King of God is also being provoked. After all, he finally accepted an amazingly talented disciple, but he was beaten and seriously injured, and he was also hit by the rotten blood of the King of Hell. I am afraid it will be abolished."
"The rotten blood of the king of hell... hey!"
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The King of God returned and came to Feng Feiyun. One hand was placed on his wrist, and the golden light between his fingers poured into Feng Feiyun's body.
The blood hole in Feng Feiyun's chest began to heal again, and it was covered with golden spiritual energy. It seemed that it was going to be intact. Unexpectedly, blood lines were cracked again, and there was a trace of blood.
The King of God's gaze was like electricity, once again condensing the Qi of the Zifu of the Zhonggong, mobilizing the Qi of the Dragon Emperor, which is the source of the body, and forcibly condensing the blood lines on Feng Feiyun's chest.
"boom!"
The rotten blood of the King of Hell condensed into a ghostly figure, ferocious and terrifying, and it was printed on Feng Feiyun's chest, sending out a corrosive evil energy, which directly shook the king of gods back.
This is the shadow of the King of Hell's soul condensed by the poisonous gas, which permeates the whole body and corrodes the body.
Feng Feiyun's face became even paler and extremely morbid, and said, "It's useless, Master should not take any risks, lest the body be invaded by the rotten blood of the King of Hell."
"One day a teacher, a lifetime teacher. Come with me, I will take you to the Dan Pagoda." The god king rolled up his sleeves, took the wind and clouds into the sky, turned into a rainbow, and headed towards the hinterland of the Vientiane Pagoda. fly away.
Zhang Ba Dao stomped his feet fiercely, gritted his teeth, and felt extremely uncomfortable, and flew in the direction of Danta.
The rest of the monks also looked at each other in dismay. This change was beyond everyone's expectations. The Vientiane Pagoda finally produced a genius who has passed through the sky and latitude, but encountered such a disaster.
"Danta is Feng Feiyun's only way to survive. I heard that there is a great alchemist living in seclusion in Danta. Even the imperial master of the dynasty calls him uncle, and his seniority is two times higher than that of the tower owner of Danta. times."
"There are only two great alchemists in the Shenjin Dynasty, one is the Taishi, and the other is this reclusive senior. In terms of medical skills, this reclusive senior is still above the Taishi. It is definitely the first in the alchemy world of the Shenjin Dynasty. One person. But I heard that this reclusive senior has not been born for hundreds of years, and it is very likely that he has died of old age."
"This reclusive senior once owed the God King a huge favor. The God King went to the Pill Tower at the moment, obviously to find him, this secluded senior is definitely not dead."
"If there is still one person in the world who can relieve the rotten blood of the King of Hell, he is the only one."
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Many people wanted to know if Feng Feiyun could survive, and they all flew in the direction of Danta.
The five old eunuchs also looked at each other in dismay, and this change was beyond their expectations.
The director of the West Palace tightly tugged at the imperial decree in his hand, and said, "Let's go and have a look. If the rotten blood of the King of Hell on Feng Feiyun's body cannot be solved, it is better not to open this imperial decree."
"How can a waste person be qualified to listen to the emperor's decree, let alone take Princess Luofu."
The five old eunuchs turned into five green lights and flew into the sky.
The top of the Panda Tower, in a room that is not stained with any dust.
A skinny old man with hair more than ten meters long, his eyes were sunken, and he could no longer see his eyeballs. He pressed a finger on Feng Feiyun's wrist.
There are only Great Alchemists Baiguo, God King, Zhang Ba Dao, and Feng Feiyun, and no one else dares to come in.
After a long while, the Baiguo Great Alchemist withdrew his fingers, frowned, shook his head constantly, and sighed repeatedly.
Feng Feiyun knew his own physical condition very well, and the rotten blood of the King of Hell could not resist at all. This kind of divine poison had never even been heard or seen by him.
"Senior, there is no need to worry, life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky." Feng Feiyun calmly and calmly, coughing, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and quickly wiped it with his sleeves.
Baiguo Great Alchemist nodded approvingly and said, "It's a good thing that young people can see life and death so fearlessly, but human life is the most precious thing in this world, and you can't give up easily."
Feng Feiyun smiled and said, "If there is a choice, who would choose to die?"
"It's best if you can say that." Baiguo Great Alchemist stood up and rubbed his forehead, the wrinkles on his face still lingering.
The King of God came over and said, "Is there a way to relieve the rotten blood of King Yan?"
Baiguo Great Alchemist shook his head and said: "The poison of the rotten blood of the King of Hell is extracted from the body of a creature that I have never heard of. To solve this poison, I need at least two hundred years of research. , can find a way to detoxify. But until then... hey!"
The Divine King was a little disappointed, and stared at Feng Feiyun, who was his favorite disciple, how could he bear to see him die like this, and said a little unwillingly: "Is there no way?"
Baiguo Great Alchemist said: "If it was someone else, he would be dead. But his physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he has the power of a huge alien beast spirit in his body, and he was delivered in time..."
"Is there a way to detoxify?" Zhang Ba Dao was excited.
The Baiguo Great Alchemist shook his head and sighed: "I have a fifth-grade spiritual pill, which I have treasured for five hundred years. It can save his life for a while. If he doesn't fight hard and rest in peace, he may live for two years."
Feng Feiyun seemed extraordinarily calm from the beginning to the end, they were all people who had already died once, so what was there to be afraid of, he said, "The entire Shenjin Dynasty can't find a few fifth-grade spiritual pills, so why bother? Wasting it on me, a mortal person."
The God-king is naturally quite regretful. He thought that he would find a successor in his late years to take over the title of the God-king, but now he has encountered misfortune.
"The Great Alchemist of Hundred Fruits, give him that fifth-grade spiritual pill! The favor you owe me will be paid off." The God King couldn't express the sadness, and his old eyes were a little wet.
The original white-haired Divine King, the spirit of his body disappeared without a trace, as if he had aged for hundreds of years, and could no longer bear the majesty of the world.
the more you hope, the harder you fall.
All the hopes in his heart were pinned on Feng Feiyun, but now the clouds fell to the ground.