Ye Xiaoxiang's flute stopped, and there was an undisguised joy in his beautiful eyes. He finally came out and escaped from "hell".
When the sound of the flute stopped, the spiritual energy in the bodies of Donglai and the others recovered. Their hearts were shaking, and they were all awakened from a big dream. At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Xiaoxiang was actually a better person than Ye Xiaoxiang. Feng Feiyun is even more terrifying.
Although her cultivation base is very low, as long as she has a dongxiao in her hand, she can make the younger generation of kings lose their combat effectiveness.
Before, they had never imagined that a gentle, amiable, weak woman could be so sweet, and the sound of the flute just now made them feel it.
"If this woman is standing on Feng Feiyun's side, then her life cannot be spared." Ling Donglai's Ying eyebrows lifted, her pupils shrank, and there was murderous intent hidden in the depths.
But at this moment, they still have a great enemy, and they can't take Ye Xiaoxiang into consideration at all.
The place Feng Feiyun was taken to by "Sanshenghua" was not hell. If it was hell, he would not be able to return at all. With his current state, even if he owned an ancient bronze ship, he would not be able to return from hell.
He was taken to a "secret realm" in the cracks of space.
Similar to the "Alien Beast Soul Realm" in the Vientiane Tower, it is an unstable space that exists in the gaps in the space, but the "Alien Beast Soul Realm" in the Vientiane Tower was created by the sages and established an array of contacts. Famen.
What Feng Feiyun was brought into was an unexplored secret realm. There was no formation gate leading to this world at all, not even the coordinates of the space. It was all based on the "Small Esoteric Technique" he cultivated to calculate. out of the return location.
Coupled with the strength of the ancient bronze ship, Feng Feiyun barely escaped.
If it were another person, there would be no such good luck, and he would be imprisoned in it forever until he turned into a dead bone.
Feng Feiyun's hair was upside down, his eyebrows were proud, and a large black brilliance burst out from the backbone of the Hades on his back, carrying a heart-pounding evil force, just like carrying a black dragon on his back.
No longer use the power of the bronze spirit boat to suppress the evil power of the King of Hell's spine.
"Crackling!"
From the spine on his back, there was the sound of bones moving, and a huge force filled Feng Feiyun's body.
The backbone of Hades originally represented "strength". At this moment, the strength of Hades' spine recovered, extending from the spine to the shoulder bones, and then flowing over a pair of arms.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun's long hair was flying, his eyes were like copper eyes, and he slammed towards Luo Tao with a palm, knocking the "Hongyuan Golden Mask" that Luo Tao sacrificed, knocking it back and hitting Luo Tao's own chest. , the body and the golden cover fell to the ground at the same time.
What kind of power is this
Even the power of the spirit tool can't stop it!
"boom!"
The second palm slammed down, the palm print became larger, and the evil spirit became more awe-inspiring, as if to kill the king of the younger generation.
"Fuhu Treasure Vase!" Luo Tao once again forcibly sacrificed the unique skill of this trick, and the treasure bottle was suspended above his head, trying to block Feng Feiyun's astonishing palm.
"puff!"
The Fuhu Treasure Vase shattered and turned into golden air.
Feng Feiyun placed a palm on Luo Tao's head, "Bang", the young king's legs were broken, his body knelt directly on the ground, the internal organs in his body were shattered and turned into blood mud , blood gushed from the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
He knelt on the ground, the anger in his body had been drained.
A young king has fallen.
"puff!"
Feng Feiyun also spat out a mouthful of blood, and the strength of the King of Hell's spine was backlashing against his body, causing him to suffer serious injuries, so he hurriedly activated the power of the ancient bronze ship to suppress the spine of King of Hell again, and the strength converged to in the spine.
The evil spirit in Feng Feiyun also disappeared.
The power of the younger generation of kings is very powerful, just like Luo Tao, if Feng Feiyun is not fighting the danger of being backlashed and mobilizing the power of the King of Hell's backbone, then he may not be able to kill him.
Feng Feiyun has only just broken through the second level of destiny. The real combat power and the kings of the younger generation are actually on the same level. Of course, this is without the need for an ancient bronze ship.
Many people present were staring intently at Feng Feiyun, this demon son, has he really fallen for the rotten blood of the King of Hell
A king of the younger generation died in his hands!
"What are you doing?" Feng Feiyun stepped on Samsara, his body moved, and he stopped in front of Ling Donglai.
When Feng Feiyun saw Ling Donglai and flew towards Ye Xiaoxiang, he knew that he was going to be bad for Ye Xiaoxiang
Just now, Feng Feiyun was trapped in a secret realm, and these people wanted to kill him. If Ye Xiaoxiang's Xiao Sheng hadn't stopped him, maybe Feng Feiyun would have been killed by their joint efforts and buried in another world. .
For a cautious and intelligent person like Ling Donglai, he naturally saw that Ye Xiaoxiang was a bigger threat than Feng Feiyun.
The first thing he wanted to get rid of was Ye Xiaoxiang.
Ling Donglai was chatting and laughing, and said: "Son of the demon, your reputation is too bad, Ye everyone is a fairy among people, she has been with you for too long, and her reputation will be damaged, I believe this is also what you don't want to see. ? Ye everyone, come with me! I will make Donglai to guarantee you with my personality, and I will definitely send you back to Qianjinyixiaolou safely."
Ye Xiaoxiang was holding a bamboo flute, and he was standing behind Feng Feiyun, not knowing what to do for a while.
"She can't go with you." Feng Feiyun squeezed Ye Xiaoxiang's hand and held her tightly.
Ye Xiaoxiang couldn't feel the faint killing intent on Ling Donglai, but Feng Feiyun could feel that if Ye Xiaoxiang was handed over to him, he would most likely be killed on the way.
Ling Donglai's so-called personality guarantee is just a sentence. If he really kills Ye Xiaoxiang at that time, he can completely blame it on Feng Feiyun. How could Feng Feiyun let it happen
"Ye everyone, but the goddess in all of us. Feng Feiyun, you imprisoned her freedom like this, are you trying to be the enemy of all of us present?" Ling Donglai's expression was indignant.
When he said this, Feng Feiyun immediately pushed Feng Feiyun to the forefront.
The young generation of talents present, at least fifty people came, and many of them were the hegemons and king-level figures of the young generation.
Among these people, there are not many people who belong to Dazai's line, and most of them have no grievances with Feng Feiyun.
But among these people, most of them are Ye Xiaoxiang's music fans, and some of them walked out of the gods specifically to rescue her. Ling Donglai's words immediately angered this person's emotions, and they all became windy. Feiyun regarded it as a great enemy and enveloped Feng Feiyun with murderous aura.
Ling Donglai sneered in his heart, Feng Feiyun, I want to see how you resist the anger.
"Epic-level geniuses are really not fuel-efficient lamps. Not only are they absolutely talented, but they are also extremely intelligent. Ling Donglai knows how to kill people with a knife." The prince in the golden robe smiled and looked at the two vying for each other. An epic genius.
An old eunuch behind him said with a sinister smile: "One of them is the third in the "Under Epic Genius List", and the other is in the fourth place. It's hard to say the negative technique, after all, they all have powerful killer moves that no one knows about."
"That's interesting!" The prince laughed.
Although Feng Feiyun killed a young king, he couldn't scare these crazy "music fans".
"Son of the demon, you'd better let go of everyone Ye. Your hand on everyone's body is a blasphemy to everyone."
"Feng Feiyun, I want to duel with you."
"Feng Feiyun, hand over everyone Ye to General Ling! Let General Ling escort everyone to return to God. We may be able to leave you with a whole corpse."
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Feng Feiyun's eyes were firm, and it was absolutely impossible to hand Ye Xiaoxiang to Ling Donglai. He turned his head and looked at Ye Xiaoxiang with both eyes, and said, "Are you willing to follow me or follow him?"
Ye Xiaoxiang was stared at by Feng Feiyun's eyes and lowered his head, why is he so fierce, doesn't he know that he should be gentle with girls
"Do you believe me, or do you believe him?" Feng Feiyun asked again.
"Of course I... believe you." Ye Xiaoxiang was caught by Feng Feiyun and his wrist hurt.
With a mocking smile on Feng Feiyun's mouth, he glanced at everyone and said: "You have seen it now, everyone can't trust General Ling at night, she is willing to come with me, and I promise with my life that Feng Feiyun will send her back safely. Qianjin Yixiaolou."
Ling Donglai's face sank, his five fingers began to gather strength, and his palm seemed to turn into a vortex.
Everyone knows that these two top geniuses on the "Next Epic Genius List" are going to fight, and it will definitely be a wonderful battle.
At this moment, a majestic voice sounded out of the sky, and the voice was still thousands of miles away, and it had already passed over: "If you promise with your life, you will be able to send her back to Qianjinyixialou safely? I'm afraid it may not be possible, right?"
On the mountain road thousands of miles away, a man riding a red deer was rushing towards the ghost village. This man was carrying a giant sword on his back. The giant sword without a sword edge was like a huge stubborn iron, but But there is a hilt.
This giant sword is hundreds of meters high, and it is as dark as a mountain, and it is unknown how many ten thousand catties it weighs.
Few people have seen such a large sword, and few people can lift such a heavy sword.
He carried the sword on his back like a mountain made of iron.
Originally still thousands of miles away, but not long after, he has come to the Jinhe River.
He rode a red deer, carrying a breathtaking giant sword, and stood there, but already made everyone present uneasy.
"Beiming Potian!" A young overlord saw this man and couldn't help but cried out.
The other young talents were also intimidated. Beiming has become famous for nearly 20 years. He is an epic genius. Even the kings of the younger generation will bow their heads when they see him.
Beiming Potian, Dongfang Jingshui, and Longshenya are known as the "Three Shows of the Gods".
These three people are not only unparalleled in talent, but the forces behind them are terrifying: Beiming Potian is the number one master of the younger generation of Beiming Clan.
Dongfang Jingshui is the first master of the younger generation of the Silver Hook Valve.
Longshenya, the prince of the dynasty.
The appearance of any one of these three young people will startle one party. Beiming Potian's appearance here naturally becomes the absolute focus, making all the geniuses of Yingjie in the scene dim.