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- In the chaotic sky city, all the creatures heard Feng Feiyun's voice and saw the man in white standing on the suspended flying broken tower.
He stood there like a god, oppressing all the outside monks to kneel before him, and no one dared to stand in front of him.
A wrinkled old man, the former master of Wu Palace, now has iron shackles on his hands and divine chains on his feet, but his eyes are full of excitement, and he kneels on the ground, "He is back, and the human race's Holy Spirit is back." We are back, we have not been abandoned.¡±
Another big man with golden skin was also kneeling on the ground. The semi-saint-level cultivation in his body was surging. If he were not trapped by the iron chain, his voice could roar for nine days.
The human monks in the Chaos Celestial City were all extremely excited. Some were kneeling down, some were howling loudly, and some were reciting ancient scriptures.
"Boom."
Billions of rays of Holy Spirit light erupted from Feng Feiyun's body, and each ray of light turned into a tentacle like a human hand, cutting off the chains on the eight trillion human monks in the Chaos Celestial City. This is a supreme magical power. One thought turns into millions.
The power of the Holy King, one thought, cuts off eight trillion shackles.
The shackles were broken, and the bodies of all the human monks burst out with overwhelming fighting spirit. Angry beams of light rose into the sky, threatening to kill the war Buddha.
"Fight."
"kill."
"Execute all the bandits and bandits outside the territory, and return the land and mountains of our human race."
There are Buddhas, Taoists, warriors, great sages, and talents. All of them are full of fighting spirit, and they have taken action against the followers of the Brahma Mie Sect.
Those magnificent palaces were instantly shattered by the terrifying power fluctuations and turned into the tiniest particles; those broad ancient streets were cut off with a single blow, creating huge cracks hundreds of meters wide.
Luo Shuihan, Jiutian Jade, Jiutian Yanyu, Xianxu Cave Master and others were all excited. Although they were women, they were also proud of themselves. They had never been as happy as they are today in the past three thousand years.
"Boom."
A big demon with blood-red wings and scales all over his body fought against the sky, tearing towards Feng Feiyun with one claw, shattering the time and space.
This is the saint of the Brahma Mie Sect, whose cultivation has reached the holy realm of Heaven.
Feng Feiyun stood on the broken building, two dazzling rays of light shot out from his eyes, carrying countless great saint lines, purifying the saint of the Brahma Destruction Sect in the void, turning it into particles of dust.
A ray of light kills a saint.
Jiutian Yusu, who was standing behind him, was filled with admiration. He stared at Feng Feiyun's majestic figure, holding the guqin, twisting the strings with his jade fingers, and played the song "Broken Plum Blossoms".
"The ice has been cold for three feet, red plums lie in the snow, the wind blows the flowers and the snow falls, the iron hoofs trample the plums. Last year, golden rain fell on the jade trees, but now there is no one to care about the remaining soil. Two iron chains have locked up a cavity of passion, and the man's two I kneel down on my knees to fight against the enemy, and my daughter serves the wolf and thieves with her beautiful body. I am lucky enough to have a good life, but it is better for me to die and turn into a world of mortals. The feud between my family and my country can be discussed in a cup, and I can sing and laugh as I go crazy."
The sound of the piano, the sound of singing, the sound of fighting, the sound of wailing, the sound of the scabbard being inserted into the body, the sound of supernatural powers collapsing, the sound of broken spiritual weapons, the sound of the temple collapsing, all the voices are intertwined, making the blood in people's hearts boil.
Feng Feiyun stretched out a huge handprint, penetrated the clouds, held in his hand a saint of the Fan Mie Sect with a crystal horn on his head, and said: "Where is the Pope of Fan Mie?"
The true form of this saint of the Fan Mie Sect is a three-thousand-mile-long starry sky crystal beast, but even if it turns into its true form, it is only as big as an ant in Feng Feiyun's hands and cannot escape Feng Feiyun at all. Cloud's palm.
"The Pope is in retreat to attack a higher realm. If not, how could you be allowed to run wild in the Chaos Celestial City." The saint of the Brahma Annihilation Sect said.
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun didn't talk nonsense to him. He crushed his body with a squeeze of his palm and turned it into a ball of blood powder. Then he extracted a wisp of his soul and suppressed it on the Ascension Platform.
When the saint condensed his flesh and blood body again, he turned into a crystal man and knelt down in front of Feng Feiyun.
"Feng Xiaolong, I leave this place to you. Kill all the members of the Brahma Destruction Sect, and then take them to the Kingdom of Heaven to take refuge."
Feng Feiyun stepped on the void and walked step by step towards the Sea of ??Chaos in the center of Chaos Heavenly City. Every step he took could crush the void, and there was a sense of pride in him that would never return.
"What are you going to do?"
Feng Xiaolong stared at Feng Feiyun¡¯s back, his heart twitching tightly, feeling that there was something in Feng Feiyun that he did not have, that kind of fearless fighting spirit, daring to kill the sky.
Everyone knows that Feng Feiyun is going to challenge the Pope of Vanishing. This is a road of no return, just like a mortal is challengingLike a god, this requires great courage and great pride.
?? Pope Fan Mie is a supreme being who can kill even the two Saint Ancestors Shu Huang and Xue Ying. He sits in the Chaos Celestial City. For three thousand years, countless people have fought against him, but no one has been able to come back alive.
Others may not know how powerful Pope Fan Mie is, but holy spirits like Feng Xiaolong and Xianxu Cave Master know it very well. They don¡¯t dare to challenge Pope Fan Mie, and some even dare not approach Chaos Celestial City. Only Feng Feiyun dares to Do this.
Jiutian Yanyu wanted to chase after Feng Feiyun and go to the Sea of ??Chaos, but she was stopped by a holy light, which fixed her in the void and prevented her from following.
"He is going to fight for the entire human race, and to fight for the entire world of the Lost Bead Hunyuan." Master Xianxu Cave stared at the disappearing figure, and a feeling of reverence arose in his heart. She had never admired her before. No man, no man had ever been able to impress her, but now he could.
"This is what he said I lacked." Feng Xiaolong squeezed his hands tightly, bit his lips, and shouted, "War."
"Bang."
He broke through the top of the tower, purple divine light erupted from his body, and tens of thousands of purple electric lights erupted from his body. He stretched out a huge palm, captured the last saint of the Brahma Mie Sect in his hand, and threw him away. Go out and collapse half of the Chaos Celestial City.
In the chaotic Celestial City, wars raged, there was a sound of killing, and blood flowed for thousands of miles.
When Feng Feiyun walked into the Sea of ??Chaos, it was like walking into another time and space, and everything around him became peaceful.
The sea water is calm and misty. There are ancient spiritual islands sitting on the sea, and fairy palaces suspended in the void.
"Boom."
A huge wave of water rose up, and the water condensed into a huge and boundless human body. It was an old man with a white beard, wearing a black jade crown on his head, holding a Nine-Dragon Scepter, and inlaid with the Hunyuan Bagua Seal on his chest, bursting out a terrifying force. The smell of terror.
"Feng Feiyun, you shouldn't have come. With your talent, if you practice in hiding, maybe in ten thousand years, you will be able to reach the seventh level of the Holy Spirit and be named an ancestor. Why bother to seek death?" The water flow issued. The crashing sound could not affect the magnificent and mighty sound of Pope Fan Mie.
Feng Feiyun stood on the sea, his body as small as a speck of dust, and said: "If I hide and practice for ten thousand years, I may really be able to reach the realm of the ancestral saint, with the highest cultivation level in the world, and even escape into the starry sky. No one can do anything to me, but I don¡¯t want to see my former friends killed and enslaved, and I don¡¯t want to see the land I once lived in destroyed by others. The battle is successful, but I hope it will not be destroyed in one breath."
"It's just foolishness for an earthworm to shake a big tree or use a mantis' arm as a chariot. I didn't expect that you would still be so foolish after reaching the realm of a holy king. It seems that if I don't kill you today, you won't escape."
Pope Fan Mie waved the Nine-Dragon Divine Scepter in his hand, and the entire sea of ??chaos was lifted up, and at the same time it pressed towards Feng Feiyun.
The sea water is permeated with the great power of the ancestral saints, which is more terrifying than ordinary Holy Spirit vessels. A drop of sea water can crush an emerging sage to death.
The way of the ancestors and saints: once a thought is uttered, all living beings worship; once a dharma appears, it is aligned with the sky.
This is the power of the Pope to destroy the Pope. If Feng Feiyun was not standing on the sea of ??chaos at this moment, if another holy king came here, I would probably kneel down and worship him.
Feng Feiyun has the eyes of a great sage and the will of a hundred and eight thousand holy spirits, so he can withstand the power of this ancestral saint.
"The sea of ??suffering is boundless."
Countless Buddha lights rushed out of Feng Feiyun's body, turning into a sea of ??Sanskrit sounds, colliding with the sea of ??chaos, and forcibly tearing apart a path formed by the gathering of Buddha lights.
Feng Feiyun¡¯s back grew a pair of golden wings of Buddha¡¯s light, which transformed into butterfly wings from divine silkworms. They could travel through space, travel to the past and future, and cross a starry sky.
Holding Panman's ax in his hand, he took off and smashed it down with one strike of the axe.
"Bang."
With an axe, the huge and intimidating ancestral holy statue was shattered into pieces, turning into countless water droplets and flowing back into the sea of ??chaos.
"Pope Brahma Mie, you think you can stop me with just one image of yours. You are looking down on me." Feng Feiyun held the Panman axe, his eyes were stern, and he was so angry that he walked step by step deeper into the sea of ??chaos. Go.
"Boom."
Seventy-two more ancestral saints appeared on the sea surface, all of which were exactly the same as the one just now. They stood tall and tall, with a unified look, and a powerful and frightening aura within their bodies.
Each of the ancestral saints and Dharma signs is comparable to a holy king. The seventy-two ancestors and saints Dharma signs appear together, which is enough to frighten the world-killing beings.
Feng Feiyun was not afraid. He held a giant ax and soared. His figure was like ghost lightning, and billions of shadows were flying in the sky.
On the ocean of chaos, there is chaos, and an unknown amount of time and space is destroyed.
Feng Feiyun flew between the seventy-two ancestral saints. His long hair was upside down, electric light was fanning on his axe, and his whole body was covered with bloodstains. His long clothes were flying in the wind, but he still had an indomitable pride about him. .
"Boom."
Behind him, the seventy-two ancestral saints and dharma images collapsed suddenly, turning into pieces of water mist and breaking into waves.
The pace stopped outside an island. This island is the center of the Sea of ??Chaos. It is made of sacred stones. It is shaped like a millstone, but it is supported by purple sacred pillars. It is three feet above the sea. One hundred feet high.
An old man with white hair and a crown was sitting in the center of the island. His body was as clear as white jade, but he carried a constant holy power that made the world change color. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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