From the outside, the palace of the gods was calm, no different from usual.
The towering black mansion wall, the majestic mansion gate, on the mansion wall there are arrow towers, spiritual platforms, and alien beasts soaring.
However, this is all illusion.
The 100-meter-high mansion walls have collapsed and broken, and the palaces inside have been reduced to ruins, slain, with corpses piled up thickly on the ground. The eunuchs and palace maids have no survivors, and even the cultivators of the palace of the gods are mostly dead. , was assassinated by the monks of the Taishang Palace of Death.
Some old people who followed the old god king were also lying on the ground at the moment, and the blood pooled in the pond full of strange flowers, turning into blood lakes.
This is a hellish scene, with sorrow everywhere.
No one can imagine that the solemn and solemn palace of the gods has become like this.
Once someone approaches the Palace of God, they will be obliterated, and this place has turned into a desperate situation of life.
The living can't get in, and the living can't get out.
Stand tall and look ahead. There is an indescribable pleasure in Longshenya's heart. This feeling of controlling the life and death of others in his own hands is extremely wonderful.
"People are always going to die, and those who fight with me will die faster." Longshenya's nose is as tall and straight as an eagle's hook, and he holds a jade ruler in his hand, like a long order.
Next to it, there was a circle of ripples in the void, like throwing a pebble into the water, and an old man wrapped in a black robe walked out, holding a basalt iron rod in his hand, and his mood was really bad.
"Feng Feiyun has attracted the imprint of the gods of all dynasties, and many excellent killers in our Taishang Palace have died for it. Among them, there is a giant-level killer Taishang Elder, and five half-step giant-level top killers. All died."
It is very difficult to cultivate a top-level killer. To cultivate a top-level killer at the half-step giant level is definitely more difficult than training three half-step giant-level monks, and it consumes more resources. To cultivate a giant-level killer, the consumption of more resources.
Even the largest killer organization in the world cannot afford such a loss.
Longshenya narrowed his eyelids and said coldly, "There are only seven marks left by the God King, Feng Feiyun has already used six, and he only needs to consume the last God King mark, which is his death."
The black-robed old man grinned and said, "The last mark of the god king is the mark left by the first generation of god kings. It is tyrannical and boundless. Whoever rushes up will die. You should invite the dead men of the Beiming clan to die. !"
Longshenya snorted coldly: "A lot of our Beiming clan masters have died. You are killers, are you still afraid of death?"
"Killers are not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean they can die at will."
Longshenya was still furious at first, but then he laughed and said: "Only the last mark of the god king is left, once this level is broken, it will be Feng Feiyun's death period, just send someone to die. Don't you have to?"
"It's easy to say, ordinary people are not Feng Feiyun's opponents at all. Only a half-step giant level character can force Feng Feiyun to use the imprint of the god king. I brought a half-step giant-level killer from the Taishang Death Palace. It's almost dead, and it's impossible for someone to die."
The black-robed old man's voice was chilling, and he never thought that killing a Feng Feiyun would cause such a heavy loss. One giant and five half-step giants died. He didn't know how to go back to meet the palace master.
Can't drag it any longer.
Longshenya knows the true background of the Palace of the Gods better than anyone else. Once the "background" of the Palace of Gods discovers the changes in the Palace of the Gods, they will surely come to rescue them, so everything they do now will be in vain.
"To mobilize the Vulcan Camp, you must refine everything in the entire Divine King's Mansion into a lava iron river within a quarter of an hour." Longshenya finally issued this order.
The old man in the black robe, with his eyes shining, had long heard of the "Five God Camps" of the Beiming Clan, and the most destructive one was the Vulcan Camp.
The five god camps are the most mysterious and powerful forces of the Beiming Clan. Since the birth of the Beiming Clan, the five god camps have already existed.
The legends of the five god camps only stay in the history of the Beiming clan. They are also recorded in the ancient books of some top immortal cultivators, but they are only one scale and half a claw. Many people think that it is just a rumor.
According to rumors, the five god camps gather together the strong cultivators from the north and south of the world, who can only enter the five god camps if they reach the level of half-step giants.
The leader of each battalion must be a super giant, and the combat power is king, and the number of each battalion will not exceed a hundred people, but it is a real powerhouse.
The most powerful force of the Beiming Clan, the five mountains that guard the Beiming Clan, are naturally terrifying.
"Vulcan Camp" was born, to refine a world.
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Feng Feiyun stood upright in the ruins, his body was covered in blood, his robes had long been dyed red, and blood beads were rolling on his cheeks, but he was still fearless and surrounded by fighting spirit.
In the distance, the shadows are chaotic, like ghosts flying.
Of course it wasn't a ghost, it was the killer of the Taishang Death Palace, the dead man of the Beiming Clan.
Even the killer was terrified by Feng Feiyun; even the dead man was full of fear.
They didn't dare to go forward, just because there were too many people who died in Feng Feiyun's hands tonight. If the bodies of those dead people were not melted by the poison, they would have piled up into a hill.
Those with a low cultivation base are afraid of the celestial marrow in the hands of Feng Feiyun.
Those with a high level of cultivation are afraid that Feng Feiyun will attract the imprint of the God King.
"Da da!"
A figure came out from the haze, and the body became more and more clear.
It was a young man, or rather, a young killer, in poor clothes, with a rusty knife in his hand.
Duke is high.
The strongest killer of the younger generation, fifth in the "Next Epic Genius List", Du Shougao.
He was plain and unpretentious, without a trace of murderous aura on his body, but when he walked out, he gave people a feeling of icy coldness, that murderous aura had been refined into his body.
"If you are looking for a killing knife, look for Du Shougao." Feng Feiyun said.
From Feng Feiyun's point of view, Du Shougao didn't look like a killer at all, because no killer would kill from the front, and no killer would dare to show his face so recklessly, and no killer would only kill with one knife.
If one strike can't kill the opponent, he won't make a second strike.
Even if he is a killer, he is also a principled killer, an upright killer.
This is of course because he is very confident in himself, but such a person is not suitable to be a killer at all, and such a killer will definitely not live long.
Du Shougao stood opposite Feng Feiyun, ten feet away, stood still, still holding his sword, staring at Feng Feiyun without blinking, all his strength was condensed into the invisible, just like an ordinary person, said: " This is the third time to kill you."
He seems simple and unpretentious, but Feng Feiyun can still feel the unparalleled explosive power contained in his body. No one can predict the terrible power that can be displayed in a generation.
"You still can't kill me." Feng Feiyun was also very confident in himself.
"Just try it." Du Shougao's sword became spiritual and radiated light, and at some point, a thin layer of ice had been wrapped on it.
His people are no longer that desolate, no longer so dull, just like a divine sword that is about to come out of the body, capable of slaughtering all living beings in this world.
The pores of Feng Feiyun's body were all opened, and the celestial marrow soldier gallbladder in his hand condensed into a long spear, which was also brilliant, and the whole person remained motionless.
Both Bi Ningshuai and Long Cangyue were standing not far away, and both felt an extremely tense atmosphere, as if the air had frozen.
"Murderous intent is too pure, Du Shougao deserves to be the number one killer of the younger generation." Bi Ningshuai was getting goosebumps all over his body. Although he escaped first-rate, if he met Du Shougao, he would definitely be killed by her. .
"It's a pity that he met Feng Feiyun." Long Cangyue said.
Bi Ningshuai said: "Feng Feiyun's cultivation may be a little bit stronger than Du Shougao, but in terms of killing people, Feng Feiyun will definitely not be able to catch up with Du Shougao."
"You underestimate Feng Feiyun. If he was so easy to kill, he would have died in my hands a thousand times." Long Cangyue always felt that Feng Feiyun could not be seen through, and felt that Feng Feiyun's body Hiding a big secret.
Hearing this, Bi Ningshuai stared at Long Cangyue in surprise, not knowing the direct grievance between Feng Feiyun and her, and muttered in his heart, "Nima, why does every fiancee want to kill her fiance? Then soon?"
At this moment, the two people who were holding each other shot at the same time.
Just like two lightning bolts passing through the sky, the lightning disappeared in just an instant.
The two figures, still standing in their original positions, just chose each other's positions.
"Snapped!"
The sword in Master Du's hand broke, broke from it, and fell to the ground.
This move decides victory or defeat, as well as life and death.
His head was still cut off by the Celestial Marrow Soldier's Gallbladder, but the Celestial Marrow Soldier Gallbladder was too sharp, his head was still on his neck, and there was not even a trace of blood.
But he had completely lost his anger.
A shrill wind blew, rolling up countless snowflakes, freezing his body, forming a thick layer of ice, crystal clear, like a monument that will never fall.
"The number one killer of the younger generation also died in the hands of Feng Feiyun." Bi Ningshuai's eyes were about to pop out.
There was also a bloodstain on Feng Feiyun's neck, but it was very shallow, and it only cut the skin, "I am faster than him, but he is faster with his sword, the killer is worthy of being a killer, if it is not for the courage of the heavenly marrow soldiers. The sharpness of the sword, cut off the sword in his hand, then the person who died must be me."
Feng Feiyun stared at Du Shougao, who had turned into an ice sculpture, with an expression of admiration in his eyes. This name was remembered in his heart, and there were not many killers who dared to kill directly.
The end of an epic genius, standing dead, buried in ice and snow, is much better than the fate of the immortal cultivator.
The road to immortality is destined to sing a sad song. Even if you are talented and legendary, you may die in the wilderness and wild dogs gnaw at the corpse; Become an ugly old woman.
The sages who were once famous all over the world have now turned into bones in the soil; the fairies who were once jaded and ice-skinned have become old women with white hair and hated by everyone, who died alone in the yellow dilapidated house.
Life is impermanent, how sad
Immortal road is misty, how many people can become immortals
Therefore, Feng Feiyun's heart did not fluctuate at all. The road to immortality was so cruel, maybe he would die tomorrow.