The wind blows the trees, making rustling sounds, with a bit of coolness that stings the skin.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the whole mountain shook violently.
"wipe!"
Lingxi's huge head suddenly lifted up, and a pair of eyeballs the size of a washbasin turned, looked in all directions, and said, "Why did I hear a loud noise just now, like a mountain avalanche cracked open."
Feng Feiyun's body is strong, and the cracked bone seam on the back of his neck healed automatically. He can already raise his arm and take out an agate-like third-grade spiritual pill from his arms, feed it into his mouth, and his whole body is covered Wrapped in spiritual energy, he stood up.
Feng Feiyun glanced in the direction of the mountain gate, frowned, and said, "They have been wiped out, go, get out of here."
Feng Feiyun turned around and walked down the mountain, very decisive and eager to go, Lingxi turned over and climbed up, trying to stop Feng Feiyun, but at this moment, a black phantom descended from the sky, like a mass Black smoke, suspended above a treetop.
A gloomy voice came from the black smoke: "The young master of the evil emperor has invited the Lord of the Gods to speak in the temple."
There were several more overcast winds blowing, and on the way down the mountain, a few strange looking evil people appeared out of thin air.
Feng Feiyun raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Young Master Evil Emperor, what kind of Young Master Evil Emperor? Why should I go to see him?"
"Bold, Feng Feiyun child, you dare to disrespect the young master of the evil emperor, first give you an arm." A bald head in a blood-red robe grabbed a claw towards Feng Feiyun's right arm, and his fingers were like diamonds. Nails are icy awls.
His strength was tyrannical and fierce, and he smashed more than ten stone ladders with one foot, and the red figure burst into flames.
Although Feng Feiyun wore iron chains on his hands, his movements were hindered, but he was still faster than the bald head in the blood-red robe. He slapped his palm on the top of his head, like hitting a bronze bell, sending out a sonorous sound. sound like metal banging.
"Bang!"
The bald-headed body of the blood-red robe exploded back, as if being hit by a 10,000-pound sledgehammer on the top of his head, his body slid down the mountain, smashing hundreds of stone ladders, and barely able to stabilize his figure, which shows that the wind How strong is Feiyun's palm.
This is also the reason why Feng Feiyun's cultivation base was blocked and his movements were blocked, otherwise this palm would slap his head into his stomach.
However, the bald head in the blood-red robe was still very tyrannical. Feng Feiyun's palm could seriously injure an ordinary monk with the fifth level of destiny, but it did not leave any scars on the top of his head.
"Fuck you, uncle." The bald man in the blood-red robe was so angry that he rushed up from the mountain again, opened his mouth, and spit out a breath of ink, which was extremely fishy, as if he wanted to bite Feng Feiyun to death.
His appearance is ferocious and frightening, and ordinary people have long been scared to the ground.
"To dare to be rude to Lord God King is really courting death." In the black cloud of smoke suspended at the top of the treetop, a dark arm stretched out, not like a human hand, but like a dead person who has been dead for many years. , one clicked out, and a black air flow flew out from the fingertips, piercing the eyebrows of the bald head in the blood-red robe.
This is just an air current, but it has the power to penetrate a mountain.
The blood hole between the eyebrows began to turn black. The bald head in the blood-red robe festered and died. He fell in front of Feng Feiyun and turned into a mass of rotten flesh. Not even a single bone could be found.
Those evil people watched the scene with a smile, as if they were used to seeing such a scene, and they had no disgust. They thought they would scare Feng Feiyun, but what disappointed them was that Feng Feiyun started from the beginning. In the end, there was a playful smile on his face, as if he was really watching a dance of a beautiful woman.
As expected, he was the son of a demon who slaughtered millions of souls in the Central Imperial Palace. Those evil people put away their contempt. Feng Feiyun had more lives in the hands of them than they put together. How can you be afraid of such a small scene
Feng Feiyun said: "I suddenly changed my attention, and I have some interest in your evil emperor and young master."
"The Lord God King and the Young Master Evil Emperor are both dragons and phoenixes in the world, and they hold the ears of the world. This time, the Young Lord Evil Emperor has prepared the most abundant meeting ceremony for the Lord God King."
The cloud of black smoke that stopped at the top of the tree melted away, revealing an extremely old figure, the hair on the scalp was going to fall out, only a few silver threads remained, and the skin all over the body was black and wrinkled. , like a walnut shell.
Because he is too old, his body has shrunk severely, and he is not half as tall as Feng Feiyun, and his body is so stooped that his head almost touches the ground.
This old man was even older than the old nun who only had three days to live in the Beast Taming House.
"Really... Really want to go in." Lingxi felt a terrifying and boundless evil energy on the old man's body. He was definitely an unparalleled evil person. move.
"If you want to escape, this old man can guarantee that even if you escape thousands of miles away, you will be beaten into flesh and blood with one palm." The rickety old man gave a sinister smile.
Lingxi's four thighs were full of convulsions. When the old man's hand touched his legs twice, Lingxi suddenly lost the ferocity of the beast, just like a captive puppy, and followed behind. , did not dare to say a word.
Under the leadership of these evil people, Feng Feiyun walked into the ancient Taoist temple. The former Buddhist temple was now occupied by a group of evil demons, and the monks inside were all locked in iron cages. Like a captive animal.
Among them, the monks with high cultivation levels could still sit cross-legged and recite sutras to resist the fear in their hearts, while the young monks were so frightened that their faces were pale, and they were paralyzed in the iron cage, motionless.
"You... you demons, you will be punished, the Buddha will send you to hell... "
Another monk was pierced through his body by a wooden stick, stood on top of the fire, and tumbled and baked. At first, he was not completely dead, and he was scolding in a low voice, but later he was roasted outside. The coke is tender, with the aroma of human flesh.
This is a scene of purgatory. Ordinary people will be frightened to death. Even immortal cultivators will vomit and fear when they come here, but Feng Feiyun turns a blind eye.
"Lord God King, have you ever eaten human flesh?" The rickety old man who was leading the way in front of him said with a sinister smile.
Feng Feiyun said: "There are thousands of kinds of meat in this world, but human flesh is the most unpalatable."
"This is a world where people eat people. If you don't eat them, others will naturally eat you. If a person doesn't even dare to eat human flesh, then he is destined to be only a beast that is eaten by people. They are the same." The ricketed old man's black wrinkled hands pointed to the monks who were locked in the iron cage, licked his lips, and made a ghostly cry.
He added: "If you want to become a superior man, you must eat the realm of a superior man. If you want to eat people, you must first have the courage to eat people. If you don't even have such courage, then this life is doomed. It's human beings."
Man is a food chain: slave, weak, strong, king. The weak eat slaves, the strong eat the weak, and the king eat the strong.
Only those who stand at the top of the food chain can become the absolute king and dominate everyone in this food chain.
Feng Feiyun said with a smile: "Your way of eating is too primitive and too demeaning. Your way of eating will be eliminated in primitive society. If I don't eat people, then I will eat their essence and qi. , God. The flesh is just a stinky skin, what is there to eat?"
Feng Feiyun walked into a Buddhist temple with four iron chains inside. Wu Qinghua and the other three arrogant girls were locked in iron cages. They lost their former glory and arrogance, like a white swan falling from the sky into the quagmire.
Among them, Wu Qinghua was seriously injured, and her body was stained with blood. I don't know who's cultivation was so terrible that she was able to defeat her. Although Wu Qinghua was cold and arrogant, her cultivation was unparalleled. It is impossible to shatter Feng Feiyun's bones with one finger.
Naturally, they all heard Feng Feiyun's words, Chi Yao's pair of jade hands held the iron cage tightly, her face was icy cold, and she said coldly: "Feng Feiyun, you devil, you are so familiar with these demons, it seems that You are a group, you are deliberately leading us to this hell on earth?"
"To be so disrespectful to the King of God, give me a slap!" The hunched old man snorted coldly. Behind him, a fierce man with a height of more than three meters sacrificed a piece of iron weighing several thousand kilograms, and sneered towards him. The iron cage walked over.
Just looking at the weight of the iron block in his hand is very scary. If it is smashed, even if Chi Yao's cultivation is high enough, I am afraid that the skin will be broken.
Chi Yao's face was pale with fright, and Hua Rong paled. She had previously watched this fierce man eat a man's arm and bones into his stomach.
"Let me come!" Feng Feiyun walked over first.
The hunched old man winked, and the fierce man consciously retreated.
Feng Feiyun walked to Chi Yao's iron cage, crouched down, reached into the iron cage with one hand, pinched her soft chin, held up her beautiful face, and smiled evilly : "Miss Chi, you have to know one thing, I am a demon, and to cooperate with me is to seek skin from a tiger. Although I am not interested in your meat, I am interested in your... hehe, I am still very interested."
Feng Feiyun's hand reached into Chi Yao's clothes, and along the snow-white jade skin, he touched her towering chest fiercely, causing Chi Yao to scream in surprise, and then began to cry softly. Feiyun then withdrew his hand.
The rickety old man standing behind Feng Feiyun watched quietly, with a strange and cruel smile on the old face. It seems that Feng Feiyun is really like the legend, with a half demon in his body. Blood, has a crazy demand for women, as long as the beauty is sent to him, he has no self-control.
Gaga, the son of the demon is still a demon after all, and we are the same kind of people, it seems that the big things can be done.