Chapter 393 The False God of Thunder Snake

Style: Fantasy Author: Salted Fish with RiceWords: 2314Update Time: 24/01/19 00:03:34
Now that the killing spree has begun, Fei Ren's plan is very clear.

Since the man behind the scenes didn't want to show up, he forced the other party to take action.

All the people of the Thunder Snake Tribe, including the Tielei brothers and sisters, were kept in the dark. If Fei Ren didn't take action now, and when the man behind the scenes succeeds in his conspiracy, it is estimated that no one in the entire Thunder Snake Tribe will survive in the end.

"Boo...!"

Before stepping into the temple, an invisible formation force spread out, ripples appeared in the entire air, and densely covered the entire temple at the same time, as if it was some kind of mysterious formation, and its grade was not weaker than Huang level senior.

"And there's a barrier?"

Fei Ren's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression cold.

Based on the current situation, it seems that the person behind the scenes has been planning for the Razer tribe for a long time, fearing that outsiders will notice and intervene.

However, a mere yellow-level advanced formation couldn't stop Fei Ren. He wanted to see who the guy hiding behind was.

"Bang!"

With one punch, a large amount of Yuan Li spread out, instantly shattering the invisible formation.

Now Fei Ren's strength is comparable to that of a master at the fifth level of the martial arts realm, and is enough to compete with the sixth level of the martial arts realm. A mere yellow-level advanced formation will naturally not be able to stop him, unless the person who sets up the formation has a strong enough mental state to be able to lay out more powerful formations. Advanced ground level formation.

"Crack, click, click..."

Along with the sound of shattering glass, the barrier power that filled the air also collapsed, and after a few breaths, it turned into nothingness.

"Uh-huh!"

Fei Ren jumped forward and flew straight into the temple like a sharp sword.

"This is...!"

As soon as he arrived at the temple, he was greeted by a strange and unique big snake totem. At this moment, the big snake totem was flashing with wisps of white light, exuding a strong aura of Yuanli, which made Fei Ren's eyes wide open. Congeal.

This big snake totem looks no different from an ordinary totem statue, but it is made of special metal and can guide energy and energy.

At the moment, the big snake totem is clearly guiding the endless source of energy. At the same time, the majestic energy rises into the sky, pointing directly at the sky above the temple, like auspicious clouds, and the scene is very spectacular.

"..."

At this time, facing Fei Ren's sudden intrusion, several tribal elders in the temple and the white-haired and skinny old man leading them did not care, as if ignoring each other's existence, they were still kowtowing and chanting, and at the same time slowly moved towards The big snake totem in the center conducts energy.

With the continuous influx of Yuanli, the white light flashing on the big snake totem became more and more intense, and the vitality of the white-haired and skinny old man gradually decreased, as if it had been drained one after another. At the same time, the originally shiny green blood The beads are also gradually dimming.

"These people are all under control...!"

Seeing this scene, Fei Ren's expression changed slightly.

Including the white-haired old man, there are a total of four tribal elders in the temple at the moment. All of these tribal elders are at the second level of the martial arts realm or above.

However, at this moment, these tribal elders seemed to be possessed by a demon, and they poured out all the vital energy in their bodies without hesitation, turning it into wisps of pure energy and injecting it into the big snake totem in the middle of the hall.

"With the protection of the Thunder Snake God, the people of the tribe will be in good health forever...!"

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of the white-haired, skinny old man's mouth, and his eyes became extremely red. However, he still held the green blood beads tightly in his palms, and did not give up on this strange worship ceremony, unaware that he was involved in some kind of conspiracy.

"You're a bunch of idiots, stop it!"

Clenching his fists, Fei Ren shot out in the next moment and came to a tribal elder who was at the third level of the martial arts realm. The red golden light in his palms flashed and he grabbed his shoulders.

"Where did this ignorant kid come from?! How dare you break into the temple!"

Perhaps due to Fei Ren's intervention, the tribe elder briefly regained some consciousness at this moment, but when he saw Fei Ren's unfamiliar face, he immediately became furious.

"boom!"

Wisps of vitality surged out of his body, knocking Fei Ren back. The next moment, the tribal elder turned around and attacked the opponent. A trace of murderous intent and confusion flashed through his originally cloudy eyes, as if he were a puppet. , there is only endless killing in his eyes.

"Dharma Fist!"

The soles of his feet hit the ground, and Fei Ren's body was slightly bent, like a sharp arrow on the string. The next moment, his whole body rushed out, and his fist mixed with golden fist force hit the tribal elder's chest hard. superior.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

The powerful golden fist burst out instantly, rolling up a wave of air and pushing it away. The tribal elder was unable to resist, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and at the same time, he fell to the ground. Completely lost his breath.

Kill with one punch!

The Yuanli cultivation of this tribal elder is the same as that of the old man in robe who died in Fei Ren's hands before, and there is not much difference in strength.

Therefore, it was naturally impossible to resist Fei Ren's full punch.

With Fei Ren's current Yuanli cultivation, coupled with the Dharma Fist of the Dacheng realm, the power of a full-strength punch is enough to kill any master below the sixth level of the martial arts realm!

"Roar!"

The bloodstains and fishy smell filled the entire temple. The white-haired, skinny old man and others who were kowtowing and chanting sutras also let out a shrill roar. The next moment they all turned their heads and looked at Fei Ren with murderous intent in their eyes.

"What you worship is not the God of Thunder Snake at all, everything is a false conspiracy..."

"Only by finding out the person behind the scenes can your tribe really be saved..."

Facing the killing intent projected from all directions in the temple, Fei Ren also said solemnly, and at the same time he drew out the Green Dragon Halberd from his back with his backhand. The power of Bodhidharma's golden body was unleashed unscrupulously. His whole body was filled with red golden light, and his body was also lifted. Several feet.

This was a tough battle, and he didn't dare to reserve his strength, and until now, the mysterious man behind the scenes had not yet appeared.

"Ignorant rat, you dare to be rude to God Thunder Snake, you should be killed!"

The Yin Vulture looked Fei Ren up and down with its blood-red eyes. The white-haired and skinny old man in the lead said grimly, with a strange smile on his wrinkled old face.

"die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tribe elder who was at the second level of the martial arts realm also swooped over, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he was very crazy.

"This group of people has lost their minds, it seems they all need to be dealt with..."

"Otherwise that guy wouldn't show up...!"

Holding the Green Dragon Halberd tightly in his right hand, with a solemn expression, Fei Ren swept out the halberd from the air, instantly forcing the tribal elder back.

"Uh-huh!"

"Tsk...!"

After a successful attack, Fei Ren's offensive continued unabated. He flashed up to another tribal elder and thrust out the green dragon halberd in his hand, instantly piercing his body and nailing him to the wall of the temple.

"Dharma Fist!"

Fei Ren's body flashed with golden light, and he punched out again. With a scream, a tribe elder fell down powerlessly, his eyes and pupils were blurred, and he could not die anymore.

However, in just a few breaths of time, Fei Ren was able to deal with three people. At this moment, only the white-haired and skinny old man who was the leader was left in the temple. His Yuanli cultivation was also the strongest, reaching around the fourth level of the martial arts realm.

Although his body had lost its vitality, his strength was still there. The white-haired, skinny old man was not killed by Fei Ren's punch, but barely blocked his attack.