"The roc spreads its wings."
This is a magical power that Jin Peng passed on to Pei Feng in the realm of ice and fire.
The main body and the clone see the world with four eyes, and their minds are connected. Therefore, the clone can naturally use this style to accelerate the magical power.
The inherited magical power of the Tribulation Beast is truly remarkable. Pei Feng flew hundreds of miles away with a wave of the wings on his back. The seven-colored divine light emitted by the evil king followed closely, but the distance between him and Pei Feng became wider and wider.
"This is impossible!"
The speed of the Soul Realm monk is faster than the magical power of the God Transformation level. This is beyond the evil king's knowledge.
He was distracted and was bitten on the arm by Fu Zhi.
"Idiot, why are you pestering me?"
The evil king split the talisman corpse with one sword. Start chasing at full speed into the distance.
The runes all over the corpse's body lit up. In an instant, he chased after him again and stopped Xie Jun. He speaks human words. The voice was stiff and the intonation was extremely drawn out.
"Stop you and I can be free."
"Idiot! You are free now!" Evil Lord roared and killed the talisman corpse again.
The corpse suddenly stopped. he mused. Seeing the monk in front of him fly away again, he finally stopped taking action.
The Fu corpse slowly landed on the ground and glanced left and right. There was no one around.
He shrugged his nose slightly. There was a hint of excitement in his dim eyes. Then the skeletal corpse took two steps lightly, leaving several afterimages behind it.
The next moment, the corpse without bones stepped on the lake and opened its mouth to take a breath. A human monk was sucked out from the bottom of the lake.
"don't want!"
"Master!"
Song Xingyun's whole body couldn't help trembling, and he roared loudly. After the evil king chased Pei Feng away, he suddenly felt bad. Hiding in the cave at the bottom of the lake. But there is still no escape.
But this place was his chosen ambush place, and there were few people there. Even if he screamed, no one would come to save his life.
"Don't come over here!"
Song Xingyun threw all the magic weapons in the storage bag at the immortal corpse.
Like an egg hitting a stone! The magical weapon was easily shattered by the talisman corpse.
Fu Zhi seemed to enjoy the slow eating process.
Song Xingyun's body was getting closer to the Fu corpse inch by inch. He struggled hard. But that powerful suction force was something he couldn't break away from at this level.
Finally his whole body came into Fu Zhi's arms.
"No, no. Ah, ah! Master, save me!"
Fu Zhi lowered his stiff head and bit Song Xingyun's neck. His fangs penetrated human flesh.
"Ah!" Enjoy.
I don't know how long it has been since I tasted such fresh blood. Fu Zhi didn't expect to get such delicious food just after coming out of the dark pagoda. The low hum in his nose contrasted with Song Xingyun's scream.
Song Xingyun's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. A golden elixir monk became silent for just a moment. The Xuanlinggen disciple of Wuji Sect died.
After a while, the dead body was thrown away from the corpse in his arms. Licking his lips. Go slowly towards the outside of the mountain stream.
Under the triple acceleration of the Quick Soul Bead, the Dry Wind Bag, and the spread of the roc's wings. Pei Feng's speed was already faster than that of a great monk.
At the end of the sight, the majestic Shitian Mountain is looming.
The only way the evil king could keep Pei Feng was with the sword light that burned his life.
He burned his lifespan regardless of the cost and pushed the sword light to its ultimate speed.
One hundred feet, ten feet, three feet, one foot.
Pei Feng could already feel the heat behind him. The sword glowed like a blazing sun falling straight down, its momentum was like a rainbow, its energy was majestic, its temperature was extremely high, and its speed was extremely fast. As long as he gets close, he will be swallowed up.
"Anyone who hurts my disciple will die!"
There was a loud shout from the front!
Then a huge alchemy furnace crashed down from the sky.
A loud bang!
The alchemy furnace was shattered by the sword light. Several pieces of debris penetrated Pei Feng's body from behind. At this moment, Pei Feng could no longer care about the pain.
His foot speed continued unabated. He rushed towards the old man who was approaching quickly.
The visitor was naturally Gan Mo.
The moment Pei Feng flew out of the lake, he used the jade note to ask for help from his master.
Behind Qian Mo were several masters from the Shitian Artifact Sect.
The muscles at the corners of Xiejun's mouth trembled. He didn't hesitate much, turned around and fled.
Pei Feng finally fell into his master's arms. No near misses.
"The Demon Sect, the Evil Lord."
Pei Feng used his last strength to say these words, and then fell into a coma.
The pill furnace fragments severed half of the meridians in his body. Qian Mo immediately stopped Pei Feng's bleeding.
Li Yanzhong took his two junior brothers and chased him out. After chasing for hundreds of miles, the three had no choice but to give up. The great monk wanted to escape, and it was impossible for monks of the same level to kill him.
A group of great monks carried the injured back to the sect. The Holy Alchemist with Soul is here. As long as his head is still there, there's no fear that he won't be able to save him.
Pei Feng woke up leisurely. It's like a lifetime ago.
He was plotted by a great monk and pursued for thousands of miles with all his strength. He could come back alive. This is another myth in the world of cultivation.
Although Pei Feng was also a god. But Old Man Bliss and Evil Lord are not opponents on the same level at all.
The old man Bliss's soul is incomplete, and he has entered the state of becoming a god for the first time. His skills and foundation as a casual cultivator cannot be compared with those of the talented cultivators of the Demon Sect.
In addition, the evil king killed him in a last-ditch effort. He even laid out a killing and trapping formation in advance. Evil Lord's attacks were even more clean and neat, and he used amplified moves when he came up. The final blow was at the cost of burning life span, and its power could explode a six-turn alchemy furnace in an instant.
The fact that Pei Feng was still alive under such a powerful attack was 99% luck.
"Feng'er, where did you meet the evil king? Where is Zhufeng?"
"Zhufeng..."
Li Yanzhong entered the forbidden area of the back mountain. After pondering for a while, he knocked on the stone door.
"Master. Something happened."
After a stick of incense. A deep voice came out through the stone door.
"What's the matter?"
"Master. Grandmaster Qianmo from the Wuji Sect came to visit and has been living in the sect for three months. Today, Grandmaster Qianmo's disciple was attacked by the evil king of the Demon Sect and almost died. Zhufeng is a member of the Demon Sect."
Li Yanzhong's words were concise and concise, telling all the important things.
"Got it." After a while, the stone door slowly opened. An old man in yellow with gray hair and a childish face walked out slowly.
Li Yanzhong immediately saluted.
This old man is Huang Ao, the leader of the Shitian Artifact Sect.
"Yanzhong, now you are also a great monk of the generation. How can you let me, my master, trust you to hand over the Shitian Artifact Sect to you?"
"Disciple knows that he is wrong. It's just that the matter is so important that I don't dare to make rash judgments. I only alert the master as a last resort."
"You! Alas..." Huang Ao hated that iron could not become steel. "Grandmaster Qianmo has not gone down to Maya Mountain for hundreds of years. Why are you telling me now?"
"this……"
The sect leader is in seclusion, and no big thing can disturb him. This is a well-known iron rule of Shitian Qi Sect. Li Yanzhong did not dare to argue anymore and immediately admitted his mistake.
"Yanzhong, you have to be flexible in everything. Take me to see Grandmaster Qianmo quickly."
