Spirit Vessel - Chapter 672

[Chapter 672]

Although the King of Hell was hiding in his spine, he immediately returned to Feng Feiyun’s words and said with a gloomy smile: “Okay, I haven’t thought about this condition yet, then after you kill all the people here, we will Talk more slowly.”

When it comes to killing people, Yan Wang is even more excited than Feng Feiyun, full of bloodthirsty.

A wave of evil gushed out from the spine behind Feng Feiyun, filling Feng Feiyun’s whole body. Feng Feiyun’s fair skin was suddenly intertwined with strange magic lines.

Jia Sen was stunned for a moment. He wanted to jump on Nalan Xuejian’s body, but found that the beauty on the ground was taken away, and the speed was too fast.

Almost in an instant, Jiasen saw a man who was a hundred feet away, and Nalan Xuejian was held in his arms by him, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, “Who dares to rob me of a woman, Jiasen ?”

Feng Feiyun slowly raised his head, his face was full of magic lines, his eyes were a little more scarlet, and he smiled sinisterly, and said coldly: “What are you?”

Feng Feiyun’s body is full of evil energy, and it fluctuates constantly in the air, like a circle of ripples.

The sixty-seventh Dharma Protector Wang Su recognized Feng Feiyun and quickly became alert. He knew that Feng Feiyun had once killed the fifty-first Dharma protector, although the fifty-first Dharma protector was also a cultivator in the early days of the giant. For, but much stronger than him.

At the beginning of the same giant, there is no small gap.

“Feng Feiyun, you dare to break into this place, you are really brave.”

Although the 67th Dharma Protector is on guard against Feng Feiyun, it does not mean that he is afraid of Feng Feiyun. After all, no matter how powerful Feng Feiyun is, he has not yet broken through the realm of a giant. He is at most a genius of the younger generation. , he was able to kill the fifty-first Dharma Protector Elder, maybe he was wearing a hidden silk sarong, and the sneak attack was successful.

The 67th Dharma Protector felt that as long as he was careful to prevent Feng Feiyun’s sneak attack, he would be able to eat Feng Feiyun to death steadily.

After knowing that the man in front of him was Feng Feiyun, the thirty-fifth Dharma Protector Elder Jiasen laughed, and said, “It’s true that there is a way to heaven, but you don’t want to go, and there is no door to hell, so you break in. Feng Feiyun has long heard of it. You have the strength to kill a giant with a sneak attack in the early stage, hehe, do you think you can kill me with a sneak attack?”

Feng Feiyun saw with his own eyes just now that he threw Nalan Xuejian into the wooden house, and when he saw the emerald Buddha bead in his hand, he knew that the slap print on Nalan Xuejian’s face must have been made by him. , and immediately sentenced him to death.

Feng Feiyun grinned again and again, hugged Nalan Xuejian and walked straight towards Jiasen, stepping on the ground with a “shasha” sound, and sneered: “Is that the Xuejian you shot?”

“Haha! Not only did I fight, I will fight in front of you later…”

Before Jiasen could finish his words, he was slapped by Feng Feiyun, his mouth was full of blood, his tongue was smashed, and the left side of his face was pierced. On the ground, I couldn’t get up for a long time.

The sixty-seventh Dharma guardian elder Wang Su and the other two evil monks guarding the wooden house were stunned, as if they were petrified. Jiasen was a powerhouse in the middle stage of the half-step giant, and he also belonged to the mid-stage half-step giant. The existence of Feng Feiyun was actually slapped away by Feng Feiyun, and he had no power to fight back.

Slap a giant away with a slap?

This is too appalling.

After all, Jiasen is a giant-level powerhouse, and his body is very strong. He quickly reacted and quickly sacrificed his own spiritual weapon. This is a first-grade peak spiritual weapon. The shape is very similar to a huge stock. There are six With the blessing of the formation, the six formations with a diameter of more than three meters moved rapidly and condensed into an ancient vessel like a hill.

With this spiritual weapon, Jiasen can explode nine times the attack power. He believes that no matter how strong Feng Feiyun is, he will be killed.

“Bang!”

The spiritual weapon he sacrificed was slapped back by Feng Feiyun again, breaking both of Jiasen’s legs, and his knees flew out. The blood of the giant was stained on the knees, and it automatically burned in the air, turning into a gorgeous flame.

This is the blood of the giant. Once the blood of the giant is separated from the body, it will lose its aura and will be higher than the temperature of the flame. It will automatically burn in the air. If it falls to the ground, it can burn a piece of the earth .

“You…you…” Jiasen fell to his knees with broken legs, unable to stand up, and finally felt the fear. After cultivating to the realm of a giant, no matter where he went, he was a figure of the overlord level, very few There are characters worthy of his actions, and once he decides to do it, the other party will definitely become a dead person.

He has a very high status in the first holy place of the evil way like Senluo Hall, but he has never met anyone who can slap all the spiritual tools he sacrificed into the air.

Perhaps, only the Supreme Elder has such a powerful force.

In the Senluo Hall, in addition to the Dharma-protecting elders, there are also very few Supreme Elders. The strength of the elders is the eighth level of destiny, and they are called “super giants”.

The reason why the Sen Luo Temple has so many giant-level powerhouses is because they have brought together the top powerhouses of the entire Sen Luo Ten Temple and returned to the position of the first overlord of the evil way. If it was elsewhere, only a sect with a giant would be considered a super sect with hundreds of thousands of disciples.

Although there are many powerhouses in Senluo Hall, most of them are practicing in seclusion, especially those of the level of the elders. Even Jiasen has never seen a few.

Could it be said that Feng Feiyun’s cultivation can already be compared with that of the Supreme Elder?

“Crack!”

Feng Feiyun walked over and directly twisted Jiasen’s arms and hands, tore them off alive, took off the jade beads in his hands, and then threw his arms out like a dog’s leg.

“Feng Feiyun, I was wrong…”

Jiasen wanted to ask for mercy, but Feng Feiyun slapped his head out with a slap, like a fire pot.

An evil overlord in the middle of a giant was beaten to death by Feng Feiyun.

The two guarding evil monks had been frightened by Feng Feiyun’s fierceness. When they saw Feng Feiyun killing Jiasen, they immediately wanted to escape. There was only one thought in their hearts. Their evil monks are even scarier.

“boom!”

Feng Feiyun smiled coldly, slapped it out with a palm, and pressed down a huge evil pattern handprint, directly smashing the two fleeing cultivators into pieces, their flesh and blood flying.

The sixty-seventh Dharma Protector Elder Wang Su is also trembling in his heart at the moment, but he is a giant-level powerhouse after all. The overlord of the level has caused the Senluo Palace to suffer heavy losses. Even if the Evil Emperor appreciates you, you have already touched the bottom line of his old man, and you cannot escape death today.”

A giant-level overlord is a huge wealth to any faction. It is difficult to give birth to one, and it is also a huge loss for Senluo Temple.

Wang Su is right, Feng Feiyun has indeed touched the bottom line. In the past, he killed the half-step giant-level powerhouse of Senluo Temple. For Senluo Temple, it was nothing, but to kill the giant-level powerhouse, it was There are two different things. If Feng Feiyun is not killed, what will be the face of Sen Luo Hall in the future?

Feng Feiyun snorted coldly and said, “If you Sen Luo Temple want to play against me, you should be prepared to bleed into a river. What’s wrong? You can’t stand the death of two giant-level powerhouses now?”

“You…” Wang Su didn’t expect Feng Feiyun to be so bold, and said coldly: “Feng Feiyun, don’t think you haven’t died yet, it’s because of your great ability, but it’s just that Lord Xie Huang doesn’t want to kill him. You, I just want to subdue you. If Sen Luo Temple wanted to kill you, you would have already died, so how could you be arrogant?”

“Hey! Is that so? Then you Senluo Temple will come and try to kill me and see if you can kill me?” Feng Feiyun also hated Wang Su. He had already figured out the reason why tonight’s incident happened. , has nothing to do with him.

Feng Feiyun has already made a killing attempt tonight, and his anger cannot be quelled. Since he has killed the two giants of Senluo Temple, then he doesn’t care about killing the third, fourth, and fifth…

Wang Su sacrificed his natal spiritual weapon, a pitch-black spiritual sword, the body of which was made of spar, the sword swept across the sky, and the air waves roared. .

The magic pattern on Feng Feiyun’s arm was entangled, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pinched the fast-flying jet-black spirit sword in his hand.

Holding a spirit weapon with bare hands.

Wang Su’s eyes were about to pop out. This sword was already shot with all his strength. Even a big mountain would be pierced, and a big river would be cut off, but Feng Feiyun caught it with his hands. It seems… still too much. Look down on the wind.

Feng Feiyun threw a punch, and a huge dragon shadow rushed out from the fist. The dragon shadow was more than 100 meters long, and the ground was split open with just one breath.

“puff!”

With just one punch, Wang Su was beaten to death by Feng Feiyun, and his body turned into a pile of blood scum.

The third giant-level figure died in the hands of Feng Feiyun.

Tonight was destined to be the first night that shocked the world. Not only did the bloodthirsty aura in Feng Feiyun not dissipate, it became even stronger. How could he be relieved of his anger by killing three giants?

“Heavenly Marrow Soldier Galleries” absorbed Wang Su and Jiasen’s natal spiritual weapons, making the soldiers’ souls stronger and their radiance even stronger.

Feng Feiyun held Nalan Xuejian in his arms in one hand, wrapped her around himself with a belt, and held the Heavenly Marrow Soldier’s gall in the other, standing under the empty night, looking at the night sky full of strange and overcast clouds, He shouted: “I know that all of your Senluo Temple’s powerhouses have arrived, get out!”

“boom!”

The celestial marrow soldiers in Feng Feiyun’s hands flew out and turned into a rain of white swords. Hundreds of flying swords the size of palms gathered into a long dragon, rushed into the clouds, and fell down more than a dozen black-robed monks. All flesh and blood were flying, and the blood was like red rain, dyeing the earth red.