Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1029

[Chapter 1029 Natural and man-made disasters]

This…this is really shocking!

Liusu Zimei’s eyes were rippling and her red lips were slightly parted. Although she knew that Feng Feiyun’s cultivation was strong, she did not expect that his methods would be so unbelievable. This dead half-demon had too many hidden cards.

Feng Feiyun is naturally the power of “death robbery” in “The Way of Tribulation and Destruction”, and he has now been able to reach the point where anyone who says dies will die!

Invisibly cut off the opponent’s lifespan.

This is the power of “death catastrophe”.

Death robbery, invisible and invisible, although it exists, it cannot be touched.

“What? They’re all dead.” Wu Lao used his spiritual sense to investigate the five people on the ground, and found that the vitality of these five people had been cut off and turned into five dead corpses, which was simply unacceptable to him.

Feng Feiyun clasped his hands together, the Buddha’s light on his body circulated, and Sanskrit voices rang out, “Amitabha! The door to hell has been opened, people’s souls are being washed, and all misunderstandings will disappear. After reincarnation…”

“You’re still chanting!”

Wu Lao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and a gray light burst out from his body, and his anger was about to emerge from his body.

He knew that the “god stick” in front of him was a little weird, so he didn’t dare to be careless, and sacrificed a palm-sized jade talisman, put it on top of his head, and wrapped his body.

His cultivation is far from being comparable to other feathering sages. He has already reached the peak of the first level of feathering. His body is covered with gray divine chains, his air is soaring into the sky, his fingers are like swords, and he points out a sword wave that is one meter thick. .

“Clap!”

Wherever the sword wave flew, the ground cracked.

“Golden Silkworm Buddha Domain!”

Feng Feiyun folded his hands together, a layer of golden Buddha light rushed out, and the Buddha energy condensed into countless golden silkworms, showing one hundred and eighty thousand postures. The golden silkworms seemed to be able to sing the Buddha’s words and make a strong Buddha sound.

“Bang!”

The sword wave bombarded the golden Buddha domain, and a powerful impact burst out.

But Feng Feiyun didn’t move at all, like an old monk sitting in meditation, dissolving that sharp energy into nothingness.

The body was still wrapped in the golden buddha, opened his eyes, shook his head and sighed, saying: “When is the time for retribution, donor, you should stop.”

“Daji Heavenly Wheel Road!”

Wu Lao couldn’t stand the wind and clouds, and was so angry that he developed a powerful supernatural power, and the feathered air on his body spurted out, forming a rotating disc, and the wind was blowing everywhere, and the power flew around.

Feng Feiyun felt the moon above the sky, and there were a few intimidating breaths. It seemed that there was another strong man coming from the Eighth Prince’s Mansion, and he couldn’t drag it any longer.

“Qiankun’s palm prints the world!”

Feng Feiyun’s palm spread out, and endless Buddha light gathered in his hands, forming geographical features, like a golden world, slamming over.

The sound is whistling, and the breath is breathtaking.

“puff!”

Even though Wu Lao was at the peak of the first stage of Ascension, he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. There were bloodstains on the skin of his body.

This palm is too strong!

A cultivator in the Nirvana realm beat a sage of the first peak of feathering to the point of vomiting blood?

Liu Suzi stared at Feng Feiyun in shock, is this his strength?

Who said a half-demon can’t be a strong man?

There is not one now.

But the next scene shocked Liu Suzi even more.

“Snapped!”

Wu Lao’s body was torn apart like shards of ceramic, turning into golden light spots the size of a palm, and then disappeared into the void.

A sage of the first peak of feathering has been purified by Buddha energy?

It just fell!

Countless people were shocked, even those princes and county masters from other realms were surprised that this young man was too good. Is this the rhythm of juvenile preaching?

“Amitabha! The door to hell has been opened, people’s souls are being washed, and all misunderstandings will disappear…” Feng Feiyun was singing the scriptures for rebirth again, solemn and solemn, like an eminent monk.

Liu Suzi kept rolling her eyes and pulling his arm, “It’s already this time, I’m still chanting, so don’t hurry up.”

“boom!”

A fireball fell from the sky, more than ten meters in diameter, like a meteorite from outside the sky, smashing the earth, and a huge crater appeared, blocking Feng Feiyun and Liu Su Zi.

This is naturally not a meteorite, but a person wearing flame armor.

This man was covered in flames, the void around his body was burnt and twisted, and his eyes were like casted gold, emitting a dazzling divine glow, “I am the eighth son of the eighth prince, Ma Luotian, none of you can leave today. .”

This person exudes an incomparably tyrannical aura, and his fighting power is illustrious, Jiutian is moving, and his combat power is much higher than that of Wu Lao.

A divine sense rushed over him, turning the ground beneath Feng Feiyun’s feet into scorched earth.

“Such a proud seven county master, such a beautiful seven county master, a very moving seven county master…”

The eighth son of the Shentian Jue Mansion walked down from the Moon Palace, stepping on the clouds and holding Meiji in his arms, followed by a large group of monks, all of whom were strong.

Feng Feiyun was somewhat familiar with the beautiful girl he was holding in his hand, and seemed to be the girl with the broad sword beside the sixth prince of the Western Spirit Realm.

She has fiery red hair, no sword hanging on her slender body, wearing a very sexy and soft spiritual clothes, snuggling up on the eighth son’s body, like a prostitute in a brothel.

Sure enough, Feng Feiyun saw Fang Tongdao and a powerhouse from the Western Spirit Realm behind the eighth son of Shentian Jue Mansion.

Fang Tongdao bowed respectfully to the eighth prince and said with a cold smile: “The seven county masters of Ye Hongjing are as beautiful as fairies descended to earth, in fact, few people know that the great county master of Ye Hongjing is also a fairy-like figure. at the South Pole.”

“Oh! The two princesses are both beauties, quack!”

The eighth son of Shentian Jue Mansion gave a meaningful smile, looked down from above, gently touched the goatee beard on his chin, and said, “You monks in Ye Hongjing are so courageous that they dare to kill this son’s son, you guys. This is trying to rebel! The Lord of Ye Hongjing, Lord Red Day, seems to be getting more and more powerful, is it that he has no longer regarded the Lord of God? Has he no longer regarded the Lord?”

At first glance, the eighth prince knew that it was not a straw bag, and immediately implicated the entire Ye Hongjing, and also deducted a big hat of disrespectful Lord God and Lord of the Holy Court.

Feng Feiyun put his hands together with a smile on his face, “Amitabha! They are not dead, their souls are still alive, they have re-entered reincarnation…”

Liu Suzi felt that Feng Feiyun was a bit of a mother-in-law today, so she stepped forward and said proudly: “Eighth son, you have to understand one thing, your people are disrespectful to this county master first, even if they die, they can’t blame others.”

Naturally, the eighth prince would not take a prince of the princely realm in his eyes. In his opinion, the princes and princes of the princely level were nothing but servants of their palace.

“The meaning of the seven county lords is that the people of our God’s House do not understand the rules, and they should all die? Then do you want to kill the prince? Kill the lord as well?”

The eighth prince sneered, put his hands on his back, and said, “You monks in Ye Hongjing have committed a heinous crime, but this prince pitys you for being just a woman and doesn’t understand the rules, as long as the seventh county master and the big county master can come to the moon tonight. Asgard accompanies this prince to drink a glass of wine, and this matter will be revealed.”

Liu Suzi sneered: “It’s right or wrong, black and white, you alone have the final say. Eyes are all on people. It’s up to everyone to judge who is right or wrong.”

The eighth prince smiled sarcastically and said, “Everyone saw it just now, the Seventh Commander said that it was the people of our Shentianjue Mansion who made a mistake before taking action to kill them. If this is the case, this prince immediately bows to the seventh. The county master apologizes. If this is not the case, then…”

The monks around shut up, unless they ate the guts of an ambitious leopard, who would dare to offend the Mansion of God and Heaven?

“Haha! Lord of the Seventh County, everyone thinks that you did something wrong…” The Eighth Prince laughed.

At this time, a young and hearty voice sounded: “I have seen this matter from the beginning to the end, and I can be a witness for the seven county masters.”

A scholar dressed in a white Confucian robe came over in a valiant manner, with a white face and no beards, blue silk fluttering, a Confucian scarf on his head, and his robe dragging on the ground.

The scholar in white Confucian robe was also followed by a group of monks. There were young talents, handsome men and beautiful women. There are also strong men of the older generation following behind them, with ancient rhythms on their bodies, and the power to dominate the world.

The face of the eighth prince sank, and he stared coldly at the scholar who came over and said, “Your Excellency must speak human words.”

The scholar in the white Confucian robe had a good temper and said with a smile, “People naturally speak human words.”

“Scholar, you’d better not meddle in your own business, otherwise it will bring disaster.” Fang Tongdao said coldly.

“Che, what the hell are you doing, in front of our second son, you’d better show some respect, or you’ll be killed.” A dark-skinned teenager nibbled at the butt of a chicken and said vaguely, looking very arrogant look.

Fang Tongdao’s eyes were cold and he said, “I am the sixth son of the Western Spirit Realm, what a second son of a bullshit. Believe it or not, this son made him a second lame man.”

“So dick?”

The dark-skinned boy widened his mouth, took two more bites of chicken, and said, “You scared me a little!”

“court death!”

Fang Tongdao’s arms became longer, his palm print became like a hill, and he bombarded the black-faced boy with his palm.

“You’re just courting death.”

A woman in red stood in front of the black-faced boy, and slashed out with a sword. The sword qi was like a river of swords, forcing Tongdao’s palm print back.

The woman in red stood with her sword crossed, her eyes cold and staring.

“She is so strong.” Feng Feiyun said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

Liu Suzi turned her eyes slightly and said, “Do you know this group of people?”

Feng Feiyun nodded, smiled, and suddenly his face froze, feeling a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him in the group of people opposite.

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