The sea of clouds cracked.
Shooting the sky bow glowed with divine light, and was actually activated by Qin Feng's qi and blood power.
This scene shocked everyone.
Not only the four masters, but even Mr. Han was very surprised.
He never expected that he tried countless times, but he couldn't wake up Shooting Sky Bow, but Qin Feng did it once.
How would he know how powerful the Nine-Five Qi and Totem Technique are
"Finally I got the feeling, it seems that my inference is correct."
Qin Feng was overjoyed.
As long as the Da Yi's orthodoxy can be obtained, the Eight Buddhas can truly reach the perfection.
When the eight Buddha statues are completed, Da Luo Tianshu will also break through the bottleneck and touch the supreme extreme.
At that time, Qin Feng could freely shuttle among the Three Realms and Five Elements.
"Shoot the bow, surrender to me!"
Qin Feng's divine consciousness is like a flood, constantly shaking the bow of the sky.
Whistle—
Shooting on the sky bow, an ancient god phantom suddenly floated, disheveled, majestic and domineering.
This phantom is the ancestor of the Yi people, Dayi.
Once, Da Yi shot down Jiuwu, famous for three thousand realms, and was regarded as a myth.
But since the fall of Da Yi, the bow of the sky has been covered in dust for countless years, and there is no longer the sharpness and vigour of the year.
Up to this moment, Qin Feng awakened him with qi and blood, and shot the bow to regain its glory.
"Senior Da Yi, please teach me your Taoism!"
Qin Feng issued a pious call.
The phantom had waited for countless years, and it seemed that he could not bear it a long time ago. As soon as Qin Feng initiated the call, the majestic Taoist power poured down like a flood.
"It's really hard to imagine that a foreigner can be recognized by the ancestor Da Yi."
Old Han took a breath.
Since the fall of Da Yi, the Yi people have been passed on for thousands of generations, and there have been many talents that have emerged.
Unfortunately, no one can impress the sky bow.
Although Qin Feng is a foreigner, he has cultivated eight Buddha statues, and he himself has a strong attraction to the traditions of ancient gods.
The ancient gods have fallen, the Taoism is passed down to the world, and I also want to find an heir.
The cultivator and the ancient Shinto tradition are mutually attractive.
It's just that the attractiveness of ordinary people is too weak, and naturally they can't get the approval of ancient Shintoism.
Qin Feng has cultivated eight Buddha statues, and he has also cultivated the Ninth-Five Qi, and coupled with the totem technique, it is fatal to any Taoism.
Shooting the sky bow has been silent for a long time, and now it's hard to meet a bright master, and it's clear where to go.
At this moment, everyone was stunned, looking up at Qin Feng and Shooting Tian Gong.
But no one noticed that there was a pair of cold eyes on the mountain behind the altar, seeing all this in their eyes.
"It seems that my intuition is right. I deliberately stepped aside to let the wise men and gave Yan'er a chance to show off. They really succeeded in winning the bow of the sky..."
Zhao Shanhe touched his mustache with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Behind him, followed by dozens of black-clad monks, all of them had a deep breath and held Taoist tools in their hands.
These "tiger wolf army" secretly cultivated by Zhao Shanhe can only be called by his tiger charm.
Although Zhao Shanhe abdicated and even handed over the Xuan Huang Ling to Zhao Yan, his tiger charm was firmly in his hands.
Only with this tiger and wolf army, Zhao Shanhe's position cannot be shaken.
"Master Zhao, you really know everything. You know that Mr. Qin is not a thing in the pool, and it is impossible to honestly surrender to the third son. There must be another plan."
A black armored soldier spoke.
"The strength of this Mr. Qin has almost reached the first level of the ancient gods, which is really incredible!"
Someone exclaimed again.
"He should be a powerhouse in the Central Star Territory. He lurked to Xuanhuang City in order to shoot the Sky Bow. It is a pity that this Xuanhuang City is the territory of my Zhao family, and he can't tolerate him here."
Zhao Shanhe sneered again and again.
"Master Zhao, when shall we do it?"
Everyone is waiting for orders.
"Don't worry, when he finishes accepting the inheritance, it is the weakest time, we will take advantage of it to kill this son and seize the sky bow."
Zhao Shanhe was calm and relaxed, everything was in his plan.
boom…
Soon after, there was a loud noise over the altar.
Shooting the bow violently shook, and slowly fell down from the empty crack at that time.
At this time, Qin Feng's completed inheritance of Taoism was in a state of perception and precipitation.
"Do it!"
Zhao Shanhe waved his arm.
Huh—
Dozens of human figures, like black lightning, cut through the sky and appeared on the altar.
"who?"
This movement also surprised everyone.
"This is... Is this father's tiger wolf army?"
Zhao Yan's face changed drastically.
"Hahaha... Yan'er, good job, this time you have done a great job for me again!"
Zhao Shanhe laughed and slowly landed on the altar square.
"Father, what does this mean?"
Zhao Yan was shocked.
He is now the son of Zhao Shanhe in name, but in fact he is Qin Feng's puppet, and he is naturally focused on Qin Feng.
"Well, we were taken advantage of by Zhao Shanhe."
"San Gongzi, don't you understand that your father is using you as bait at all."
Old Han reacted immediately.
"Father, is this true?"
Zhao Yan couldn't believe it.
"I can't bear the child can't hold the wolf, how about using you in order to get the bow of the sky? Don't you help the Zhao family?"
Zhao Shanhe snorted coldly.
He also seemed to notice that something was wrong with Zhao Yan, and he turned his elbow out.
"Kill me, those present can't keep alive!"
Zhao Shanhe ordered coldly.
"San Gongzi..."
A black armored soldier looked a little hesitant.
"Since Zhao Yan is not loyal to the Zhao family, what's the use of keeping him?"
Zhao Shanhe said ruthlessly.
"Subordinates understand."
After saying this, the black armored soldiers rushed out one after another.
All the people present today, including the Three Sects and Two Sects, including the Yiren tribe, could not stay.
Once a person survives, the secret of shooting the bow will be revealed.
"Zhao Shanhe, you are too vicious, even your own son..."
Old Han gritted his teeth and roared.
He didn't expect Zhao Shanhe to hide so deep, he was such a cold-blooded and ruthless person.
"what… "
Soon, a sad scream spread all over the country.
Zhao Yan was slashed to death by someone, and his head flew high, rolling down to Zhao Shanhe with blood.
He stared at Zhao Shanhe with wide eyes.
"Yan'er, you really disappointed being a father. Don't miss being a father too much on Huangquan Road."
Zhao Shanhe seemed to cry and laugh.
For a person in power like him, the cannibalism between father and son has long been looked down upon.
Huh!
His eyes were like electricity, and he quickly locked Qin Feng.
"It's all you guys. We still have to kill Yan'er. I will let you bury Yan'er."
Zhao Shanhe's eyes were cold, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Qin Feng had just taken over the inheritance, his breath fluctuated violently, and his cultivation base was unstable. He could never be Zhao Shanhe's opponent. Previous chapter chapter list Next chapter Warm reminder: arrow keys left and right (← →) to scroll back and forth, up and down (↑ ↓) to scroll up and down, enter key: return to list.