Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1091

[Chapter 1091 Yan Sanqian]

When Feng Feiyun shattered the “Middle Dantian”, a hurricane broke out in the Danding Ghost City.

The devil butterfly girl Tianjiao, the little princess of the Huiying demon clan and others have returned to Danding Ghost City, and they will tell the experience in Qinglian Lingshan. sensation.

“A half-demon suppressed the fourth prince of the Golden Crow Monster Clan? How is this possible?”

“The supreme arrogance of the Wuwushu demon clan was also suppressed by the half-demon, and they knelt in front of the Qinglian Maiden and thought about it? This is just a joke, it should be the Holy Spirit prohibition left by the Qinglian Maiden to suppress them! ”

“I also think it should be the forbidden power of the Holy Spirit left behind by the Qinglian Maiden. No matter how powerful a half-demon is, it can’t be so perverted.”

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Although many people think this is very funny, but there are still many good people who come to Qinglian Lingshan.

The blood of the Great Sage is about to be born, and the elites of all ethnic groups have come to the Danding Ghost Market. These young people like to fight bravely. In just one morning, dozens of powerful young monks came to the bottom of Qinglian Lingshan.

“As expected of the place where the Holy Spirit once lived in seclusion, the spiritual energy here is simply too rich, and now it is occupied by a half-demon, it is a waste.”

A hero from the ancient holy demon clan with a strong cultivation base, stood in the void, stepped out, and climbed the Qinglian Lingshan, carrying a blue-blue spear in his hand, rushed into the bamboo forest, and laughed mockingly: ” I heard that there is a powerful half-demon here, and Yan Sanqian of the bloody Jiao clan will come to see how strong your Excellency is?”

Yan Sanqian’s voice was very rich, and the sound of his footsteps trembled, spreading all over the world, and all the heroes around Qinglian Lingshan heard the name.

“I will say who is so arrogant. It turns out that it is Yan Sanqian from the Blood Flood Dragon Clan. I heard that this guy slapped a great sage three times not long ago, although he was beaten by the great sage and vomited blood. , but it is still very powerful, but not everyone can take the three palms of the great sage and not die.”

“If there is really a half-demon above Qinglian Lingshan, it is estimated that Yan Sanqian will break his legs this time and throw him from the top of the mountain.”

“Hey! One is the ancient holy demon clan, and the other is a half-demon. The two identities are one in the sky and the other in the ground. Even if Yan Sanqian slaps the half-demon to death, it will not be very glorious.”

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Among these young monks, one flew over in white clothes, with a white hat on her head, full of mystery.

The human woman in white stood there, carrying an ancient sword!

Her body exudes pure and holy brilliance, her skin is as crystal clear as beautiful jade, her body is graceful, surrounded by fairy mist, with a pair of eyebrows, staring at the top of Qinglian Lingshan, muttering to herself: “How unexpectedly Is it Feng Feiyun to defeat all the four princes of the Golden Crow? No, although Feng Feiyun’s cultivation is strong, there should be a considerable gap between the four princes of the Golden Crow.”

Xuanyuan Yiyi felt that Feng Feiyun was likely to have entered the eighth level of Nirvana. In her opinion, a half-demon in the eighth level of Nirvana would not be able to defeat the fourth prince of the Golden Crow in the second level of Ascension. The gap is too big.

Nirvana and Ascension are originally a big realm.

It should be another half-demon powerhouse.

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Yan Sanqian carried the blue-blue spear and walked unhindered. He said loudly, “Your Excellency is not able to suppress the Fourth Prince of the Golden Crow, why did you dare not come out and fight against Yan You? Could it be that you are timid and afraid?”

“Young man, there is a holy spirit sitting in this Lingshan. Please be quiet and respect the sages.” A rickety old man walked out of the bamboo forest, his hair and beard were all white, very old, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed lightly from time to time. , obviously very weak.

Yan Sanqian stopped suddenly, and two blood lights shot out from his eyes, unfolding a kind of innate treasure eye of the Blood Flood Monster Clan, staring at the old man, seeing through the truth of the old man.

“Are you the half-demon?”

The old man nodded slowly and said, “Exactly!”

“You are already so old, and you still don’t want to die. Let me send you to hell to report and let your life come to an end.” Yan Sanqian was quite disappointed. It’s an immortal thing.

However, if he can really suppress the Fourth Prince of the Golden Crow, it is worth his own shot.

Yan Sanqian used his spear as a stick and swept across it. A blue water wave rushed out from the spear, rolling up a blue wave that was dozens of meters high.

The gun in his hand is called the Tide Wave Gun, which is a spiritual weapon of the Blood Flood Monster Clan. Once activated, the gun will make the sound of the sea surging, and it will also trigger some rules between heaven and earth, causing Virtual image of the sea.

Feng Feiyun did not use any soldiers, he fought with his fists, his withered arms smashed the blue water waves, stepped on the water waves, and walked towards Yan Sanqianda, his fists bombarded the tip of the spear, and he shot a sonorous sound. Loud.

Feng Feiyun’s fist was stronger than the fighting soldiers, and Yan Sanqian retreated step by step.

“This Yan Sanqian’s cultivation level is even higher than that of the fourth prince of the Golden Crow.” Feng Feiyun slapped it with a palm and made a huge handprint, smashing all the gun shadows and smashing Yan Sanqian. Back ten steps.

Yan Sanqian’s heart was very surprised. This half-demon was so powerful that he even fought with his Tide Wave Spear with his bare hands, and he was still firmly suppressing him. How powerful is this physical body?

“Raining the sky and covering the rain.”

Yan Sanqian snapped his fingers, the clouds and clouds gathered in the nine days, the wind was surging, and a light rain fell, making a whistling sound.

It wasn’t real rain, but a long shot, falling straight down.

Feng Feiyun folded his hands together, and the Buddha’s light burst out from his body, wrapping the entire Qinglian Lingshan, forming a halo shroud, with a giant Buddha sitting on the top.

One after another Sanskrit sound rang out, shaking the world and resounding throughout the universe.

When those light rains encountered Buddha light, they disintegrated into pieces of light.

“Golden Silkworm Buddha Qi. Is it really him? How did he become like this?” Xuanyuan looked at the sky one by one, looked at the huge Buddha ring above Qinglian Lingshan, and stared at the incomparably old man, vaguely Still able to discern the outline of Feng Feiyun.

What happened to him, how could he be so old?

The ancient swords on Xuanyuan’s back made a “ding ding” sound, flew out of the sheath, turned into a meteor, flew to the top of Qinglian Lingshan, and slashed Yan Sanqian hundreds of miles away with one sword.

Yan Sanqian blocked the horizontal spear, but he still couldn’t handle the power above the ancient sword, and his body retreated uncontrollably. He didn’t stabilize his body until he was thrown eight hundred miles away, staring at Xuanyuan Yiyi, who was hanging in the air. , “Who are you and why did you shoot me?”

Another strong man came, and with one sword, Yan Sanqian was sent flying.

The ancient sword flew back to the scabbard.

Xuanyuan Yiyi’s figure is elegant, with Xian Xia lingering on her body, and she takes a step forward gently. The next moment, she has already stood on the Qinglian Lingshan Mountain and fell in front of Feng Feiyun, with a graceful figure and a willow waist. Slim and soft, with a white hat, covering the peerless fairy face.

However, there is an aura about her that few people can have, and was instantly recognized by Feng Feiyun, “Her cultivation has reached such a level that she repelled Yan Sanqian with one sword.”

Although Feng Feiyun was surprised, she was not surprised. After all, she said that Shui Yueting had spent thousands of years of real energy to help her practice the “Sacred Nature”.

Shui Yueting’s thousand-year-old true essence is no small matter, even if it helps her reach the realm of semi-holy, Feng Feiyun will not be surprised.

Xuanyuan was independent and independent, floating in the dust, and his voice was soft to the extreme, and said: “This half-demon is my old friend. If anyone is an enemy of him, he is also an enemy of me.”

Yan Sanqian flew back and stood upright, with an extremely sturdy figure, and said, “That’s not up to you.”

Feng Feiyun also walked out from behind Xuanyuan Yiyi. Although he looked very old, he was still arrogant to Lingyun, and said with a smile: “Your Highness the Holy Maiden’s heart is under your control, I want to beat him to his heart’s content, and he only knows half of it. Demons are not vulnerable groups.”

Feng Feiyun sacrificed the gossip Daoyin, and the Daoyin condensed two kinds of auras, black and white, and manifested the Yin-yang imprint. The aura in this void was divided and turned into Yin and Yang.

Yan Sanqian no longer underestimated the enemy, and directly transformed into a huge blood-colored flood dragon, transformed into its body, let out a long howl, and dived down.

Feng Feiyun’s body bounced up, his white hair rushed back, his eyes widened in anger, and he fell onto Yan Sanqian’s back.

The blood-colored Jiaolong’s eyeballs were as big as a water tank, emitting a crimson light, and its huge tail bombarded Feng Feiyun.

“boom!”

The gossip dao seal slammed down and smashed on the top of the blood dragon’s head.

Feng Feiyun continued to press down the Eight Trigrams Daoyin, so that the blood dragons fled everywhere, and the huge head was split open. Finally, one head hit a broken mountain, and the body shrank and turned into a human shape, lying on the ground constantly Coughing up blood.

“I warned you not to mess with me long ago, but you have to be self-righteous.”

Feng Feiyun flew down and pressed a palm towards Yan Sanqian’s head, intending to capture it and put it into the Sanweizhen stove to train it into a blood Flood Pill, which was used to prepare for breaking through the Ascension Realm.

“Damn half-demon, that’s the son of a demon king of the Blood Flood Dragon Clan, and you can move?” Two older blood-colored Flood Dragons flew over, their bodies huge, like two blood-colored mountains.

“A demon king of your Blood Flood Monster Clan is still locked in a cage, let alone a descendant of a demon king.”

Feng Feiyun called out the Sanweizhen stove, and directly put the two huge blood-colored flood dragons into the furnace, and quickly made two blood flood pills.

The Blood Flood Pill was as big as a thumb, emitting a dazzling blood light, full of rich blood energy.

Yan Sanqian saw that this half-demon had no taboos and refined the two elders of the Blood Flood Monster Clan. He thought to himself that this half-demon was simply too ferocious, so don’t fight him.

He punched out a talisman, and a hot light erupted from the talisman, condensed into a dragon soul, and the dragon soul stretched out a huge claw and patted it towards Feng Feiyun.

“puff!”

Feng Feiyun unfolded “Qiankun’s Palm Printed Heaven and Earth” to tear the Jiao Soul Talisman, while Yan Sanqian had escaped into the void and fled in embarrassment.

“You can escape as fast as you can.”

Feng Feiyun didn’t chase after him, holding two Blood Flood Pills, he flew back to Qinglian Lingshan again, stood on a waterfall, looked at the strong men of all ethnic groups outside Lingshan, and said, “Who dares to dare? Come to disturb the tranquility of Senior Holy Spirit, don’t blame me for beheading him in his past and present life!”