Feng Feiyun's laughter gradually stopped, it was as if he was eating a meal with relish, but suddenly found that there was a fly at the bottom of the bowl, and there was no interest at all.
The arrival of King Ziming made the Jade Palace pavilion even more quiet. The aura on his body was strong. There were four corpses in ancient rust armor behind him. The corpses wore blood robes, and the aura of death enveloped the entire pavilion.
Naturally, someone recognized King Ziming, his face changed again and again, and then he left in a hurry, not daring to stay here for half a minute.
"A gust of wind, can we take a step to talk." King Ziming is a majestic middle-aged man, with a strong aura of death on his body, and the purple crystal corpse robe is even more dazzling and dazzling.
Feng Feiyun smiled leisurely, and said, "Ziming corpse cave has been destroyed! I don't know how many people escaped? Who is Your Excellency going to turn to at this evil way event? Senluo Temple? Putuo Mountain?"
Feng Feiyun didn't have much affection for King Ziming. He was besieged by three war corpses in the ancient temple ruins. Does he already know his true identity
correct! This is probably the reason, otherwise he would not have proposed to take a step to speak.
King Ziming's face was gloomy, and he said: "The foundation of Ziming Corpse Cave is strong, and it has been passed down through the ages. Can it be destroyed only by the mere Divine Martial Army?"
The evil monks here have also seen it. This corpse hunter wearing a purple corpse robe is likely to be the lord of the Ziming corpse cave, King Ziming. This is a real super overlord! A gust of wind can even sit on an equal footing with King Ziming, what a bull!
Of course, some people saw that the atmosphere was wrong and left slowly.
Feng Feiyun said: "I don't know what your Excellency wants to discuss with me? Could it be that there are also beautiful women in Ziming Corpse Cave who want to give it to me?"
"What I want to discuss with you is the matter of Tonglu Mountain." King Ziming said calmly.
He sure knows my true identity!
Feng Feiyun's face sank, King Ziming must die, if he is allowed to shake out my true identity at the evil dao event, I will have no way to survive, my face keeps changing, and he immediately smiles: "Well then! We really need to have a good talk, where to talk?"
"follow me!"
King Ziming smiled grimly, his body passed through the wall, turned into a long purple river and flew towards the South China Sea, the four corpses followed closely, flew straight into the sky, and disappeared among the clouds. .
Feng Feiyun also flew out. Although he finished a step, he quickly kept pace with King Ziming. Within a moment, the two had already flown above the South China Sea and flew into the depths of the sea.
The sea is windy, and the moonlight is lacking!
The sea was blue, and the night wind blew, setting off a silver-white wave.
King Ziming stopped and stood in the air, with the bright moon above his head, and his body was covered with a layer of white brilliance. The four war corpses were guarded at the four-point position, and the corpse energy rushed into the sky, blocking this void, so that the evil tyrants who came from the ancient town of Jiyin could not see what happened inside.
Two figures, one purple and one white standing in the void, seem to be discussing something
"This gust of wind is really getting stronger and stronger, and it can even be on an equal footing with a character of the level of King Ziming." The domain master of the dark domain sat on a pitch-black airship, standing in the air, with long black hair. The surrounding space seems to have turned into a black hole, swallowing light and heat.
"I heard that King Ziming broke through the ninth level of destiny one hundred and sixty years ago, and he is definitely a top-level figure." A sense of mystery.
"A gust of wind has a great reputation recently. I heard that he fought against the seven powerhouses in the ancient temple ruins, and killed three of them. He is definitely a ruthless man." An old man with white hair in Jiuyouyu said.
There was a young man standing beside the old man, and nine ancient swords were suspended around the man's body. There was an icy chill on his body, like a sharp sword that had never left his body. This man was the young master of the Nine Nether Regions, Nalan Snow Burial.
Naturally, the strongest evil ways are Senluo Temple and Putuo Mountain, as well as the mysterious Yin and Yang Mountains that never interfered in the affairs of the Jin Dynasty. The second place is the "Dark Realm", "The Realm of No Life", and the "Nine Serenity Realm". Three evil domains.
This Evil Dao event was actually not initiated by Putuo Mountain, but proposed by Evil Emperor. The reason why the venue was not placed in Senluo Hall was because those cultivators would not dare to go there.
Everyone knows that the evil emperor's purpose for launching this evil dao event is to annex the entire evil dao, join forces with the world's evil cultivators, jointly attack the Shenjin dynasty, and establish a dynasty that belongs to evil cultivators.
Naturally, the overlords of these evil ways would not agree. After all, every top evil cultivator force was built by the ancestors with blood, and no one was willing to hand over to others, so the three domains of the evil way united to jointly check and balance the Senluo Temple. .
It is not surprising that the domain masters of the three domains appeared at the same time.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the sea, like a thunderous explosion, and then a huge wave 100 meters high rolled over.
Just when all the monks by the sea didn't know what happened, there was a gust of anger from the middle of the sea: "King Ziming, you dare to attack this young master, how are you dying today?"
King Ziming's arm was extremely painful, blood flowed out from his sleeves, his face was twisted, he was the one who made the sneak attack first, but he actually hit him backwards, completely angering him: "Since you are unwilling to compromise, Then don't blame me..."
"Okay! Dare to threaten me! Give me death."
Feng Feiyun didn't give him a chance to speak at all, the white robe on his body fluttered, and a flame condensed on his palm, turning into a huge handprint more than 100 meters long.
Standing on the seashore and looking from a distance, it is like seeing a huge fireball rising into the sky, illuminating the night sky.
"boom!"
This palm print condensed the strength of Feng Feiyun's whole body, and the King Ziming was caught off guard. The temperature of the flame was so high that it evaporated the sea water within a few miles and turned it into a white mist. The sea water from other places rushed over and turned into a huge vortex here.
King Ziming asked Feng Feiyun to negotiate over the South China Sea, just to threaten Feng Feiyun to transcribe a copy of the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" to him. If Feng Feiyun did not agree, he would publicize Feng Feiyun's true identity. Let Feng Feiyun be surrounded by evil spirits.
How could he hide his thoughts from Feng Feiyun? Even if Feng Feiyun really copied the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" to him, he would definitely tell Feng Feiyun's true identity. At this time, Feng Feiyun had nothing else. If you choose, you can only kill him, and never give him a chance to speak.
"Ow!"
The four corpses attacked Feng Feiyun at the same time, each carrying a fog of death, and spitting out gray lightning, turning the entire sea into a sea of thunder.
The seven phoenix bones on Feng Feiyun's body moved rapidly, forming a Zhou Tian, and a palm print was shot from the palm of the hand, turning into a real dragon over one hundred meters long, flying over with its fangs and claws, and one of them was wrapped in a corpse. The corpse of the robe was torn to pieces.
"The power of a true dragon!" Nalan Xuefu, the young master of Jiuyou, narrowed his eyes.
It is said that only the flesh of a real person can play the power of a real dragon!
The so-called power of a real dragon is the power that a real dragon can exert.
"A gust of wind does not reach the cultivation level of a real person, otherwise King Ziming can be killed at the click of a finger."
"The flower-picking thief! If the physical body is not strong, how can the ten Ye Yu women not wilt? Tsk tsk!" The boy with short hair and black face appeared again, standing on the beach with his hands on his hips, and sighed deeply. Facing the sea breeze, he held out his chest and made a lonely appearance of a strong man, as if the fierce man of the Ten Women of Ye Yu was him.
Not far away, more than a dozen demon girls dressed in revealing yin and yang sects rolled their eyes. No matter how they looked, they didn't feel that the young man with thin arms and legs in front of him looked like a sturdy man who could control ten women at night. The elegant gust of wind was quite interested, and all of them blinked with great interest.
"puff!"
The second corpse, whose combat power was comparable to the eighth level of Destiny, was torn to shreds by Feng Feiyun, the corpse escaped from the palace, and was crushed into corpse powder.
Just as Feng Feiyun beheaded the third corpse, the sea water above the sea produced strange fluctuations, the sea water actually rose, and condensed into a huge corpse rune, dozens of miles long, with flowing water patterns. The runes continued to circulate on the water, and the huge corpse-driving runes seemed to come alive, bursting out with a divine might that could destroy the sky and destroy the earth.
Feng Feiyun also sensed a sense of crisis, knowing that King Ziming had sacrificed the corpse amulet of Ziming Corpse Cave at the bottom of the water. It has the power to resist real people and the power to kill half-respected real people. This is Ziming. One of the strongest foundations of the corpse cave.
"boom!"
A purple Shenhua rose into the sky, covering dozens of miles, and all the energy on the entire sea surface was mobilized, and the entire sea seemed to be reversed.
Feng Feiyun hurriedly unfolded the reincarnation speed, and his body directly moved out, trying to fly out of the coverage of the corpse talisman, but his body hit a purple light curtain and was blocked back, in the purple light There were brilliant ripples on the screen.
Feng Feiyun mobilized the strength of his whole body, his body was burning like a furnace, blocking the first attack of the Zhenshi Corpse Talisman, and his clothes were shattered in several places.
The corpse talisman began to gather strength again. To launch a second, more terrifying attack, Feng Feiyun attacked the purple barrier with all his strength, trying to make a gap, but it was useless at all. The power of the corpse talisman could be temporarily trapped. A real person, suppressing a half-respected real person, Feng Feiyun's physical strength is also difficult to break the ban, unless it is to borrow the courage of Tianzhu soldiers.
"Big brother, little brother lends you a piece of world-killing soldier."
Bi Ningshuai knocked out the blood man pot, like a bloody human head flying through the night sky, set off against the corpse amulet on the sea, the picture is indescribably hideous and terrifying.