This is the mark of the god of the sky "Lubalin".
Awakening this mark, you can gain part of the power of the god of the sky.
The power on Gu Mo's body was rapidly rising, becoming stronger and heavier, and the figure between his eyebrows became brighter and brighter. Gives a feeling of suffocation.
"The god of the sky, 'Lu Balin', was condensed into a divine soul 6,300 years ago, and was then taken to the underworld. Among the many gods and evil venerables in the underworld, his ranking is higher than that of Arun Realm Buddha. , entered the top 100." Yao Ji said.
The underworld brings together all the gods and evils from the five dynasties since ancient times, and the number cannot be described in words.
The god of the sky "Lu Balin" is too young compared to those gods and evils who have been born for tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years. He can be ranked in the top 100 of the gods and evils. This shows the power of his faith. of power.
Among the seventy-two countries in the Western Regions, there are four small countries, all of which believe in the god of the sky, and even some people in the Western Regions of the Shenjin Dynasty believe in it.
Of course, it's not that the gods and evils are born longer, and the cultivation base must be stronger. After all, the power of gods and evils comes from people's belief in it and the amount of incense. If the temple of a god and evil one hundred thousand years ago collapsed, Without faith and incense, its power will decline instead.
Of course, the god of the sky "Lu Balin" is more powerful than "Allen Jing Buddha", which does not mean that Gu Mo is stronger than Luo Moba. strength
Gu Mo's cultivation base is naturally no trivial matter. The divine clouds on his body are rolling, and the long hair on his head is burning like flames. Every spell cast gives people a feeling of stormy waves.
"Earth-breaking axe."
Feng Feiyun had forty invisible senses flying all over his body, each of which looked exactly like him, like a soul.
The forty divine senses finally overlapped and condensed into a battle axe, which was pressed down with one axe. There was no suspense. Gu Mo was directly slashed and flew out and fell off the battlefield. His whole body was stained red with blood, and his head was chopped off. half off.
If it were other young talents, it would be impossible to defeat them so easily. After all, not everyone has a perverted consciousness like Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun is equivalent to their nemesis.
Feng Feiyun's divine consciousness is stronger than the divine soul of the gods they believe in.
These teenagers are not afraid of life and death, one dies, the second kills the stage, and then the third... does not give Feng Feiyun any chance to breathe.
In just one hour, Feng Feiyun killed eleven foreign youths in a row, all of them were quite powerful and could be called overlords in the younger generation.
"The underground gambling palace wants to use wheel battles to consume Feng Ergou." Some people have sharp eyes and can see the intentions of these people.
"No matter how powerful a cultivator is, the amount of spiritual energy in his dantian is limited. Feng Ergou seems to win easily, but he uses all his strength in every move, which consumes a lot of spiritual energy. , If you keep fighting until it gets dark, you will probably be tired and lying on the ground."
"But the loss of the underground gambling palace is also huge. Even if they can defeat Feng Ergou and recover the loss of 300,000 spirit stones, they will also lose a lot of geniuses."
"Every genius is a priceless treasure, is it really worth it?" Many people have asked this question.
Li Xiaonan smiled and said, "It's naturally worth it. These teenagers seem to be powerful, but they are all borrowing the power of those evil spirits. Their achievements in this life are impossible to surpass the evil spirits they believe in. Of the dozens of teenagers, three of them will be able to do so in the future. It is very good to have the combat power of a half-step giant."
"The potential of these teenagers can't be compared with the hegemons and kings of the younger generation, and their value is extremely low. After they die, they will no longer borrow the power of the gods and evils. The master of the underground gambling palace will soon be able to cultivate The second batch of such young masters."
"It turns out to be the case. It seems that Feng Ergou is in danger. Even if his cultivation is extremely powerful, he will probably be consumed to death today."
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Those foreign youths, constantly on the battlefield, go one after another, not afraid of life and death, not like people, but more like puppets.
Time flies, and dusk comes.
The setting sun hangs at the head of the city, as red as Zhu Dan.
In a quarter of an hour, the day will come to an end. If no one can defeat Feng Ergou, he will become the winner of the yellow battle stage today, and will be qualified to enter the second round. Of course, he will also win 300,000 spirits. stone.
The atmosphere became tense, and many monks of the older generation rushed to hear about this.
"300,000 spirit stones, I am afraid that only the treasury and the silver hook valve of the Shenji Dynasty can get them, enough to build a huge immortal religion within a hundred years." A giant-level cultivation base sighed. .
"The backer behind the underground gambling palace is likely to be one of the four major sects. There must be trump cards that have not been played. It is impossible for people to easily win away 300,000 spirit stones."
"In the last quarter of an hour, I don't know which supreme genius will make a move?"
"Boom!" A loud noise!
Another talented person was beheaded, kicked off the stage by Feng Feiyun, rolled down from the top of the hundred-order stage, and fell into a bloody mess.
This is already the thirty-second person.
The black clothes on Feng Feiyun's body were soaked with blood, and the hat on his head was also covered with blood scum, which was all the blood of others. At this moment, he was like a demonic Asura, a killing machine.
The ones he killed were all the top masters of the younger generation, and he was more powerful than the Young Master of the Dark Domain who killed forty-three people in a row yesterday.
The cultivators under the battlefield were all frightened by the kind of ill-will in him at this moment, as if this was no longer a person, but a demon. Some pampered Miss Qian and Princess Dynasty have never seen such a bloody scene, some vomited, some fainted from fright, and were carried away by the cultivators of the family.
"This person is so powerful that he even killed more than 30 young generation powerhouses, but it seems that he didn't consume much energy. Is he pretending to be relaxed, or that he has not shown the true nature from the beginning to the end. What's your cultivation level?" Princess Luofu stood on top of the Jade Palace, staring at the smoke, feeling the suffocation of the descendant of the demon sword, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Yao Ji's eyes lit up and said, "This is a very interesting person. Could it be that Her Royal Highness is afraid that he will win the battle of consort, and you are going to marry him?"
Princess Luofu said: "How difficult is it to win the battle of the concubine, even Beiming Potian and Li Xiaonan are not sure that they can win the battle of the concubine, let alone him?"
"Who does Her Royal Highness want to marry?" Yao Ji laughed.
Princess Luofu fell into silence, a figure appeared in her mind, this figure disappeared in a flash, and soon disappeared from her mind, saying: "You have too many questions."
Yao Jixue smiled leisurely with peach cheeks.
"Awesome! Awe-inspiring! As expected of a descendant of the demon sword." A young woman's voice sounded.
I didn't see her figure, but I heard his voice.
This voice is full of infatuation, definitely an attractive woman, but this voice is extraordinarily ethereal, as if she is still thousands of miles away.
"Shh!"
A line of Zixia broke through the formation above the imperial city wall, leaped over the city head, and went straight to the yellow battle platform. The next moment, it landed on the opposite side of Feng Feiyun.
It actually directly broke through the formation of the imperial city. Although the imperial city formation was not activated, it was just the usual guardian formation, and it was not something that ordinary people could break through.
"Hurry up and hurry, fortunately, I arrived at the last moment." This is a handsome and handsome man, with a green front three feet above his waist, his long hair flowing down, bright eyes and white teeth, and his skin can be broken by blowing bullets. Be delicate.
His voice was soft and soft, like an oriole chirping, Yingying Yanyan, delicate and delicate, more beautiful than a woman's voice.
He doesn't look like a man, his arms are snow-white, his legs are slender, and he can hardly see any hair. His figure is more attractive than a woman's character. If you look from the back, he looks like an absolute beauty, which will make many men The monk was burning with lust, thinking that he had seen the goddess.
The first moment Feng Feiyun saw this man, he gasped and took a step back involuntarily. This was not because he was afraid of him, but he had never seen such a "beautiful" man, and he was wearing women's clothes.
Su Yun is the most beautiful man with genius, but Su Yun is more heroic and dashing.
But this man gave off a soft and seductive feeling. If he hadn't seen how flat his chest was, Feng Feiyun would even think that he was a beautiful woman, more beautiful than a beautiful woman to be exact.
Under the battlefield, there was also a shrill voice. Many male cultivators had their eyes shining. Even if they knew that he was a man, they couldn't help but glance at him, and men couldn't resist his charm.
"Damn it, where did this guy run out of?" Bi Ningshuai twitched and was frightened.
This man was wearing a purple silk silk robe with a long skirt. A pair of slender jade legs could be vaguely seen under the skirt. He had a soft figure, clear curves, and slender fingers. "Are you two dogs?"
Every move is like a woman's, the eyelashes are long and neat, obviously carefully trimmed, the blue silk swaying between the ear temples, you can vaguely see a pair of blue butterfly earrings on his small ears, gently hanging down, colliding with a clear voice.
Feng Feiyun clenched his teeth tightly, as if facing the enemy, he took two steps back again, and coughed dryly: "Girl... Auntie! Brother, if you want to fight, fight, why talk so much nonsense?"
"Haha!" He walked lightly, without shoes, stepping on lotus steps, his feet were like three-inch golden lotuses, as smooth as jade, his skin was delicate, and every nail was neatly trimmed, covered with moon-white aromatherapy, and he walked. The posture is more dignified and softer than that of a royal princess who has been educated in etiquette, so that the monks under the battlefield all have their eyes lighted, just like a group of wild wolves seeing a fragrant and delicious little white sheep.
"Don't call me Xiongtai, call me Long Qingyang, come to the Tianlong Dynasty." He blinked his eyelashes, his lips were crystal clear like watertight cherries, his slender fingers were tugging at his hair, and his eyes were pitiful.
"Your surname is Long? Are you from the royal family?" Feng Feiyun stepped back again.
"There are so many people with the surname dragon in the world, and it is not the royal family of the Shenjin dynasty that has the surname dragon."
Long Qingyang's sleeves are fluttering, his body is leaning gently, his eyes are resentful, and his frown and smile are more beautiful than that stunning beauty, just like a 16- or 7-year-old girl who has just begun to fall in love.