After entering the main hall of Qingniu Palace, Yang Feng was always vigilant. The Barbarian Ox King in front of him gave him a feeling of light up.
What a fresh and refined Bull King, who speaks well.
There is actually only one Manniu King in this main hall.
"Hahaha! Your Excellency has come all the way to offer a treasure or to sacrifice his life?"
The Barbarian Bull King flicked his sleeves, and there was a sparkle in his hawk-like eyes.
"The fox's tail finally can't be hidden anymore."
Yang Feng raised the corners of his mouth and clenched his fists.
The qi and blood in the body are surging, and it looks quiet, but in fact it implies the power of thunder.
"Twelve Heavenly Cows, cut off his head, don't let him disturb me."
The figure of the Barbarian Bull King gradually became illusory until it disappeared.
Yang Feng stood there, feeling pressure from all directions, and his body suddenly shot out like a spring.
The divine blood in the body is no longer suppressed.
A pillar of blood shot straight into the sky.
Twelve tauren with bronze patterns on their bodies, holding stone axes, came towards Yang Feng.
The mysterious bronze lines emit bursts of light, and the bronze skin is condensed into patina, and the evil spirit on the body makes people shudder.
"Ancient Bronze Formation?!"
Hu Meier, who was in the iron cage carried by Yang Feng, exclaimed.
This ancient bronze formation is known as the first battle formation of Qingniu Palace. It is the strongest existence in Qingniu Palace besides the Barbarian Ox King.
"The ancient bronze formation? Is there any flaw in this formation?"
Yang Feng, whose energy and blood flowed endlessly, was not afraid at all. In his opinion, it was just a battle formation. As long as he found the flaws, he could send these tauren to see the King of Hell in less than half an hour. .
"There is no flaw! The twelve tauren in front of me were indispensable for the rise of the Barbarian Bull King and the creation of the Blue Ox Palace."
Hu Meier recalled some things from that year.
There was a hint of exclamation in his words. The ancient bronze formation was indeed amazing. These twelve tauren were even called the Twelve Fighters.
"Hmph! If there is no flaw, it is the biggest flaw."
Yang Feng snorted coldly, he didn't believe that any kind of battle formation had no flaws.
At this moment, Yang Feng transformed into the Blood God. Facing the attack of the twelve tauren, he did not make any defense, but allowed the sharp stone ax to fall on him.
"Hey! You surnamed Yang want to die, don't drag me with you? My aunt hasn't lived enough yet!"
Looking at the enlarging stone ax in Hu Meier's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a flash of panic.
As for Yang Feng, who was enveloped in energy and blood, a purple figure appeared on his body, like an illusory purple light, covering Yang Feng.
This is the fourth turn of Yang Feng's Nine Turns Golden Body Technique, the Hongmeng Body.
Yang Feng was able to refine the blood of gods. In addition to his own Qi and blood, Hongmeng's body also played an important role.
Sure enough, after Yang Feng's body was shrouded in purple light, twelve stone axes landed on the purple protective shield.
boom!
boom!
There was a violent tremor.
The twelve tauren were all shocked back half a step, looked at each other in confusion, and finally focused their attention on Yang Feng.
At this moment, even though she was as arrogant as Hu Meier, she had to admit that she had underestimated Yang Feng.
When she first met Yang Feng, she thought that Yang Feng was just opportunistic to win over her. Now it seems that there is something real in this.
"Boy, no matter who you are, you have to die today."
The twelve tauren had a bronze helmet on their free hand.
"Be careful, they are trying their best. The bronze helmet is rumored to have originated from the demon ruins, and was nourished by each of them with their essence and blood. It has already given birth to a trace of spirituality."
Hu Meier is worthy of being the princess of the Fox clan, and she knows everything about Qingniu Palace.
Yang Feng didn't take it seriously. He hadn't personally tested his physical strength since he created this set of body-training techniques. Today was a good time to test it with these people.
Seeing Yang Feng's appearance, Hu Meier obviously didn't listen to her words.
He shook his head helplessly, and when Yang Feng experienced it for himself, he would know what despair meant.
No one can break the ancient bronze formation in Qingniu Palace.
The twelve tauren all put on bronze helmets, and light cyan lines appeared on the surface of their skin. 33
Suddenly, the demonic aura was greatly enhanced. The stone ax in his hand was placed on his waist. The bronze helmet covered his forehead, and a vertical eye appeared with a bronze pupil.
I saw twelve tauren in formation, their new vertical pupils shooting out a green light.
Twelve rays of green light shot towards Yang Feng.
throat!
laugh!
The powerful blue light covered Yang Feng's figure.
The twelve tauren stared in the direction of the dazzling green light.
Until the green light dispersed and a figure appeared.
The purple light on his body dimmed, and the blood light rose into the sky.
The strong evil spirit is unbearable to look at.
"Uh-huh!"
Yang Feng's demonic aura never breaks out sooner or later, but at the critical moment, he is pulled by the bronze helmet, and the demonic aura curled up in his heart begins to spread throughout his body.
Like a peerless monster who has awakened, his eyes are full of pain.
"what happened to him?"
For the first time, Hu Meier noticed that the demonic aura on Yang Feng was so weird. It would be more accurate to call it resentment.
"The barbarian king who has the resentment of all the monsters in his body and wants to challenge him?"
These twelve tauren obviously knew that Yang Feng's condition and the resentment of all monsters were something that no cultivator dared to touch easily, because it would swallow up a cultivator's sanity and eventually turn him into a killing machine.
"What? The resentment of all demons! No wonder the demon energy in his body is so weird. It turns out to be mixed with resentment. No wonder he is so obsessed with the demon refining furnace."
Hu Meier is naturally smart and can understand many things with just a few clicks.
The demon refining furnace is not only the nemesis of the demon clan, but the demon god's true fire in the furnace is also said to be able to burn everything. From Hu Meier's point of view, Yang Feng wants to use the demon god's true fire in the demon refining furnace to smelt everything in his body. Demonic thoughts.
The twelve tauren were surprised that Yang Feng's body was hit by twelve green lights at the same time, but failed to leave any mark on him.
"Haha! God won't help you, so let us help you end your pain!"
The twelve tauren couldn't help but laugh when they saw Yang Feng's current condition. Yang Feng was now suffering from the pain of being devoured by ten thousand monsters and was unable to resist at all.
Moreover, after entering the Sealed Heaven and Earth Locked Earth, the attacks became more and more frequent. Not only was Yang Feng's body tortured, but his sea of consciousness was also eroded by resentment. If the Demon Refining Furnace could not be found again, Yang Feng would really not know what he was doing. How long can it last?
Thinking of this, Yang Feng couldn't help but admire him. Mo Qingxue, Rao Yixue's mother, had suffered twenty years of torture.
Day after day, year after year.
As for Yang Feng, who had only been here for a few months, and even with the help of the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Transformation Art and the Nine-turn Golden Body Art, it was extremely difficult for him to endure it.
What Yang Feng didn't know was that after twenty years of cultivation, these ten thousand monsters and resentments had become extremely dependent on the human body. That day, Yang Feng desperately directed all of them from Mo Qingxue to him.
After several months of running in, these ten thousand monsters and resentments have now been fully adapted to it. Whenever Yang Feng uses all his strength to defend against the enemy, it is difficult to distract him from resisting its invasion.
On weekdays, when Yang Feng meditates and practices, his consciousness is alert and his alertness is high in all aspects.
Some people died, but not completely...
