Feng Feiyun was indeed seriously injured at the moment, bleeding all over his body, like a bloody man. He killed Chen Mojin and the old guard, but also paid a huge price. After all, these people are all overlords, very tyrannical, no Chickens and dogs can generally be beheaded at will.
"A gust of wind, can you still fight?"
Wu Yangsheng raised his head, stared at Feng Feiyun, stepped on the picture of the eight beasts filling the sky, and his body was full of golden light. Immediately, a scorching sun flew out from the position of the eyebrows, and flaming flames burned around his body, fighting over him. , forcing people.
The three war corpses were also screaming in the sky, breathing out the star mist, and the corpse gas was spared, just like the three ghost generals, blood dripping on the corpse robes, extremely scarlet.
"Why not fight?"
Feng Feiyun stared, fierce and arrogant, and fought with one of the corpses with his bare hands, making a roaring explosion, buzzing in his ears, and his palms seemed to be hitting the mountains.
With nine strikes in a row, the arm of the corpse was broken, Feng Feiyun's fingers were like sharp claws, pierced the corpse, grabbed the corpse inside the corpse, and crushed it on the spot. Immediately, the state disintegrated, and the body cracked like dust and turned into fly ash.
"Bang!"
Wu Yangsheng hit Feng Feiyun's chest with the great technique of Shenyang, and beat Feng Feiyun back and forth again and again, his internal organs were churning, his whole body seemed to be burning with fire, and his body was about to explode.
"It won't die like this!" Wu Yangsheng was very surprised. How terrifying is this great technique. It can shatter a mountain and split a river, but it cannot kill a gust of wind. How tyrannical is this person's body
Feng Feiyun stood firm, evil energy surged above his body, and black clouds churned behind him.
"Feng Feiyun, I can lend you my power for free now, do you use it?" Hades's voice sounded in his body.
"Go away!" Feng Feiyun snorted coldly, and then directly killed Wu Yang, with a steady pace and an indomitable momentum.
Because of the fusion of Yan Wang's left hand into his body, Yan Wang promised to borrow Feng Feiyun's power once, this old guy wanted to fulfill his promise now, but Feng Feiyun did not agree.
Although the current situation is dangerous, it has not reached the time when it is necessary to rely on the strength of others.
Feng Feiyun will borrow the power of that time unless he encounters a character who is not a power level, but it is definitely not now.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
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Feng Feiyun alone fought against the seven masters, he fought three to death, one was scared off, and only the last three were left, what else was there to dare to fight
Wu Yangsheng clearly occupies the top, but at the moment his heart is a little hairy, and there is a little fear, but this fear is immediately wiped out by him, his determination is stronger than Li Xingtian, and he has already made it like this. In this situation, there is no reason to step back, kill a gust of wind, and immediately become famous.
The Eight Beasts Patching the Sky map condensed and manifested again, as if it had turned into a sky, splendid and magnificent, bursting out with the ultimate sky light.
Breaking the suppression of "sun, moon and sky", Feng Feiyun's speed has been able to fully unfold, faster than a meteor, like a light and shadow intertwined, the next moment, he directly pinched Wu Yangsheng's arm, and forcefully moved his left arm. torn down.
A huge pain came, and one arm was torn to pieces. Wu Yangsheng made a muffled sound from his mouth. He felt the blood flowing from his shoulders, and his body seemed to be torn apart.
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun directly threw Wu Yangsheng's body into the air, as if he was throwing a stone.
And Feng Feiyun was also hit by the Eight Beasts Patching the Sky, blood splashed on his body, blood on his back was blurred, he was hit and flew out, smashed the wall of the nunnery, and fell inside.
Feng Feiyun has not suffered such a serious injury for a long time, but his heart is only happy. This time he almost pushed himself to the limit.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were a little dark, and he almost fainted. He quickly bit the tip of his tongue, trying to keep himself awake. What appeared in front of him was a big bald head, who was staring at him curiously.
In the innermost part of the nunnery, there is only one big bald head.
Master Zhizang!
"He... Shang... Has the injury healed?" Feng Feiyun put his palms on the ground, supported his body, and sat up.
Master Zhizang nodded, the treasure image was solemn, his eyes were dazzling, his body was shining with golden light, and the Buddha's energy was lingering, giving people the feeling of a holy Buddha in the world, and smiled faintly: "Amitabha! Thank you very much for your one. ... Verdan."
When Feng Feiyun saw the expression of the "mentally retarded monk", he knew that he must have guessed his identity, and he also knew that he had practiced the Golden Silkworm Sutra, but since Feng Feiyun dared to use the golden silkworm Buddha energy to help him heal, he also Don't be afraid that he will know.
"Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you go out and kill people quickly?" Feng Feiyun said.
Monk Zhizang was stunned for a moment, but the old monk was in a very high mood, still very peaceful, not angry at all, stood up slowly, and said slowly: "Amitabha! Calm down, just go and go. "
Master Zhizang took out a black hat from somewhere, put it on his head, and then walked out slowly. Obviously, he didn't want others to know his identity.
Feng Feiyun looked suspiciously at the back of the "mentally retarded monk" leaving, with some doubts in his heart, who is this monk guarding against? If you wear a hat outside the ancient temple ruins, you are afraid of being recognized. If you enter the ancient temple ruins, you are still afraid of being recognized. Could it be that the object of his taboo is in the ancient temple ruins
Feng Feiyun's guess was correct. Monk Zhizang hides his identity and is really guarding against a guardian in the ancient temple ruins. The old monk does not want to let a hidden guardian in the ancient temple ruins know. He came here.
Of course, this thought just flashed in Feng Feiyun's mind, and then filtered it out. After all, the matter of this mentally retarded monk has nothing to do with his half a copper coin, and he only cares about the things in Fahong Hall.
"A gust of wind is finally defeated!"
"Nonsense, the seven masters join forces, let alone a gust of wind, even if a high-ranking giant comes, I'm afraid they will lose."
"It's already very scary, the seven masters, three dead and one left, these records are very scary, even if a gust of wind dies in the ancient temple ruins, it will definitely set off a big wave in the Shenjin Dynasty, many people will remember The name of this flower thief."
King Ziming stood on the pagoda, wearing a purple corpse robe, holding a corpse bell in his hand, his eyes were full of death, and he said coldly: "Everyone is already trapped in the copper furnace. In the mountains, even the Evil Emperor has been deceived, but I know that this gust of wind is Feng Feiyun, and he has already escaped."
The corpse of the King of Hell was dug up by the ancestors of the Ziming Corpse Cave, and a lot of rotten blood was extracted from the corpse. Regarding the King of Hell, the Ziming Corpse Cave has been studied for many years, and the King Ziming naturally understands the King of Hell very well. Evil Qi, or in other words, no one in the entire Shenjin Dynasty understands the evil spirit of the King of Hell better than him.
It was for this reason that he determined that "a gust of wind" was "Feng Feiyun".
"Shenwu army destroyed my Ziming Corpse Cave, then I will kill a god king, and I can also get the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" on him without knowing it, waiting for the day when I practice the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" Mahayana , when the Shenjin Dynasty fell."
King Ziming's eyes were hazy, and he directed the remaining two corpses to rush into the nunnery, to kill Feng Feiyun completely, and then seize the "Golden Silkworm Sutra", but just when the two corpses rushed into the nunnery, A dazzling Buddha light erupted inside, and the two corpses were sent flying out.
"Amitabha! Goodness is goodness!"
From the nunnery came a mysterious man wearing a hat, his hands clasped together, and wearing a plain robe. He should be a Buddhist practitioner.
This accident was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone thought that a gust of wind was dead, but they didn't expect that there were still masters in the nunnery, and it was just a ray of Buddha light that knocked out two war corpses comparable to super giants. Fly, it seems to be stronger than a gust of wind.
"Pretending to be a ghost, what kind of person is a Buddhist practitioner?" King Ziming stood on the dilapidated Buddhist pagoda in the distance, looking at the past, his voice was particularly cold.
"A person who cultivates Buddha only cultivates his own Buddha and does his own business. As for this pair of skins, it is the same to show it to others, and it is the same to not show it to others."
Master Zhizang walked unhurriedly, walked to the front of the two corpses, put his hands on the heads of the two corpses, and recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. He was overly understated.
This monk is too arrogant.
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In the nunnery, it was a little dark, Feng Feiyun was sitting on the ground, the spirit was flowing, and the injury was quickly recuperated, "It is necessary to restore the strength of the third layer in the fastest time. There may be guardians in the ancient temple ruins. You have to rely on yourself to enter the Fahong Hall, you can't rely on the mentally retarded monk, this monk is as shrewd as a ghost, maybe he will buy it."
Just as these thoughts flashed through Feng Feiyun's mind, a murderous aura suddenly struck, and the mist in the nunnery gathered and turned into a slender and elegant jade figure, as if a fairy descended from the sky.
It's a pity that this is not a real fairy, because she has already sacrificed a broken sword, and the flames are billowing on the sword's edge, and it is placed on Feng Feiyun's neck.
This war sword was given to her by Feng Feiyun. It was Yue Lie's war sword of Yi Bei, one of the three Daomen scattered people. Ji Yi Bei died in Tonglu Mountain, and this war sword was taken by Feng Fei. Yun took it and handed it over to Ye Siwei.
"The flower-picking thief is a gust of wind, old devil, no matter how good you are, no one can save your life today." Ye Siwei is naturally beautiful, extremely talented, and her temperament is also a dragon and a phoenix. Previously, she did not Retreat, waiting for this opportunity.
Feng Feiyun sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped healing, coughing up two globs of blood from his mouth.
"It's no use pretending to be pitiful. An old devil like you will die."
Ye Sizhen slashed the past with a sword, very decisive, but she didn't kill him, she didn't use all her strength, she just gave him a slap in the face and killed him, and he would be obedient later, because she still had to force her A gust of wind handed over the souls of Liu Ruixin and others.
Feng Feiyun blocked it with his left arm, but he was still slashed and slammed into the altar. He was very embarrassed. He coughed up blood again and sighed: "Si Wei, I'm an uncle!"