The sound wave of Tyrant swept away, forming a devastating shock wave, pushing across the world in the Wanxian Pilgrimage Mural, causing the mountains and rivers countless miles away to evaporate out of thin air at this moment.
The six reincarnation fists were derived from Jiang Feng's understanding in the small six fists, and he blasted out with one punch, and six portals emerged, which could seal the enemy and directly obliterate them.
This is an extremely overbearing boxing technique, more powerful than heaven-level combat skills, god-level combat skills, and its power has exceeded the scope of combat skills, which can be regarded as powerful magical powers.
Jiang Feng has not used six reincarnation fists against others, but after comprehending the small six points, he tried to perform six reincarnation fists.
However, the power of the six rounds of reincarnation boxing was too strong, so strong that it could even shred the small six pieces. Jiang Feng took it back directly for safety reasons.
Even now, he waved six reincarnation fists, but he didn't urge his full strength, but only urged the power of the stars in his body, and the power of the chakras was useless.
When Jiang Feng completely blasted this punch out, the void was like a piece of cloth, directly changing its shape due to strong pressure.
More than 9,800 immortals, at this moment, have directly become nothingness, and all their attacks, like melting ice and snow, are vulnerable to a single blow!
The six portals have not yet been fully expanded, and more than 9,800 immortals have all died, and the entire world in the painting trembles suddenly at this moment.
Outside, on the circular walkway at the entrance of the City of Gods.
The monks of the gods and spirits looked at the Wanxian pilgrimage murals. At this moment, there was a shock suddenly erupted, and their faces were all shocked.
It has been more than three months, and the man hasn't come out yet, and Wanxian's pilgrimage mural has been quiet all the time.
Until today, there was a sudden movement that surprised the people of the gods and spirits.
They don't know what happened, but what is certain is that the young man in white must have discovered something.
"San Ye, although this person has a very strong cultivation base, can he really help us? You know, that is the Wanxian pilgrimage mural, which was left by Wanxian." The monk of the spirit family said worriedly.
"This is our last chance. Even if there is only one ten-thousandth hope, it is better than self-destroying." San Ye said in a lonely tone, but his eyes were much firmer than others.
In the Wanxian Pilgrimage Mural, Jiang Feng blasted out more than 9,800 immortals with a single punch, using only about six tenths of his power.
Just after these nine thousand and eight hundred immortals were destroyed, the entire mural world was razed to the ground. Only the thousand-zhang pagoda in front of him still exists.
"The power of ten thousand immortals, so humble, how to stop me, let me see, what kind of existence is the saint of ten thousand immortals?"
Jiang Feng murmured, strode forward, and set off a strong wind on the vast ground.
After a few breaths, Jiang Feng's upright posture was already in front of the Qianzhang Pagoda.
When I looked up, I saw a pagoda towering like a mountain. It was extremely old and exuded a mysterious and strange atmosphere, like a hell tower that suppressed the undead.
"Hope not to let me down." After Jiang Feng glanced at the Qianzhang Pagoda, he walked towards its gate. He used the star sense to sweep the **, but the star sense could not penetrate, so that he could only step into it himself.
boom!
Just as Jiang Feng opened the door, the moment he entered the pagoda, he felt like he had penetrated the space barrier and came to a mysterious place.
Looking around, I saw that there were countless things in this first-story pagoda, including various magic weapons, and various elixirs, floating in the air, blooming with dim brilliance.
"Sure enough!" Jiang Feng, who saw this scene, showed an unsurprising look. Inside this thousand-zhang pagoda, it really resembles the existence of a cloak mound, and it is filled with various treasures left by people holding Wanxian pilgrimage murals .
But what Jiang Feng could not figure out was whether the pilgrimage of the Wanxian Pilgrimage Sanctuary was also in this thousand-zhang pagoda!
As for the holder of the Wanxian Pilgrimage Mural, whether the body was in the Qianzhang Pagoda or not, Jiang Feng ruled it out from the beginning.
Being able to leave Wanxian pilgrimage murals, refining countless powerful people, even mountains and rivers as the scene in the painting, shows that the other party's heart is cruel, this kind of figure will never easily hide in Wanxian pilgrimage murals.
This thousand-zhang pagoda is mostly just a place for hiding things, and the real body is never here, otherwise the other party will not tolerate him Jiang Feng stepping into it.
Although these pills and magic weapons were of good grades, Jiang Feng didn't like them, but he didn't plan to let them go. He took them all away. When they returned to the Star Continent, it would be good to give a group of friends a meeting ceremony.
brush…
Jiang Feng shot directly and grabbed a group of pill and magic weapon. However, what changed his expression was that the extended hand directly penetrated these magic pill and magic weapon.
These things do not exist, they seem to be just illusions.
"How could this happen. 々 Jiang Feng muttered, with a gleam in his eyes, he is already in the Wanxian Pilgrimage Mural, everything here can't hide the dimensional space.
"Draw!" Jiang Feng thought of this, suddenly grabbing something, and suddenly falling into a long silence.
It wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly recovered from his thinking, without saying anything, stepped outside.
"Successful!"
This thousand-zhang pagoda is just illusion, everything is illusion!
Boom~~~
After Jiang Feng stepped out, the space seemed distorted.
After waiting for the emptiness around him to calm down, Jiang Feng suddenly discovered that he was back in the pagoda.
"In my painting, it is one of the paintings. Thank you for adding a stroke to make Wanxian's pilgrimage map close to perfection."
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In the emptiness, a tricky voice suddenly came out, mixed with a frenzied sneer.
Sure enough! Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of murderous intent bloomed in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, even him was hit.
The man who left Wanxian's pilgrimage fresco is so deep.
No, it shouldn't be a mural, but a pilgrimage of Wanxian, which is clearly a magic weapon for the other party.
"Who are you?" Jiang Feng asked calmly even though he was surprised, but didn't show a panic.
"If you want me to answer you, you have to answer me first. Who are you and where do you come from?"
In the emptiness, there was a proud voice.
"You are not qualified to bargain with me, I will give you a chance to tell who you are, or you can kill without mercy!" Jiang Feng said coldly.
"It's really rare. In today's world, there are still people like you who have fallen into my pilgrimage map, and dare to be so arrogant."
The man in the void said in a very disdainful tone.
Caught? Jiang Feng couldn't help feeling ridiculous when he heard the words.
"Since you don't tell me, I don't even let you have a chance to speak!" Jiang Feng's voice fell, and he unfolded Xiao Liudao directly in the Wanxian Pilgrimage Chart.
It's just a magic weapon in a mere painting, even one of the small six can't be compared, and I dare to pretend to be realistic in front of him, Jiang Feng, it is really tired and crooked! ()