Outside the imperial city, dark clouds were hovering, and Taoist Yunkong's voice became more and more angry.
Obviously he already knew that Feng Linwen was planning to stay in hiding.
An emperor, sitting in an imperial city that has been passed down for hundreds of years, is located at the heart of a country.
Taoist Yunkong could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He bombarded the imperial city again and again, but was blocked by a golden light.
In the dark, under the oppression of Taoist Yunkong, there seemed to be a huge, majestic dragon that spanned hundreds of years, covered with gold and red colors, gradually condensed, and then sat in the imperial city, fighting against Taoist Zhu Yunkong.
Feng Linwen raised his head and looked at the huge imperial city's dragon energy, which was more than a hundred times more powerful than the dragon energy of a country's emperor, and suddenly had a bold idea.
"How can the strength of one person be compared to the hundreds of years of accumulation of a dynasty?" Feng Linwen couldn't help but feel his heart beat.
In super-ancient civilizations where information is extremely underdeveloped, it is not uncommon in relatively remote areas to only know that there is an emperor in the current dynasty, but not to know who it is.
Countless pieces of chaos, derived from the people's respect and trust in the emperor, were all scattered on the imperial city that represented the emperor's authority.
"Should I take a gamble?" Feng Linwen was a little confused.
If he does it, he will be directly exposed to Taoist Yunkong without the protection of the imperial city's dragon energy.
But if he doesn't do it... he is afraid that he will fall into deep regret for countless days in the future. Although the imperial city's dragon energy has always been there, it is scattered evenly. If a powerful Wuyun monk like Taoist Yunkong hadn't come to attack them, they might not be able to stimulate their instincts and condense into dragon shapes at this time, turning into one body.
Gritting his teeth, Feng Linyi took out a dozen weird-looking injectors from the storage ring.
The paint on the injector is also painted with various symbols of unknown meaning, and is marked with a big red cross.
Place these jets in various corners around the Fire Palace.
Feng Linwen sat on the dragon chair, mobilizing the zhenqi that had been fused with the emperor's dragon energy in his body to operate the technique to its extreme.
When the true energy surged rapidly, the dragon energy marks that were originally scattered in his true energy began to condense rapidly, and turned into a golden rope driven by the instinct of the skill.
"go!"
The invisible rope flew out from Feng Linwen's Tianling Gai, passed through the clouds, and then suddenly tied around the neck of the real dragon who was fighting Taoist Yunkong.
The huge true dragon let out an angry roar.
It does not have self-awareness, but it does have an instinct.
It wanted to resist, but Feng Linfu was the emperor of Dali and the master of the imperial city.
It couldn't resist the order from Feng Linye.
Taoist Yunkong looked at this sudden change. He seemed to be in a daze at first, but then he came back to his senses. Not only did he not stop it, but he helped.
The swirling wind and clouds pushed the real dragon to fall into the Fire Palace.
The mournful real dragon was tied by a rope and forced into Feng Linyi's body.
Almost for an instant, it seemed as if there was an extremely real red-gold dragon, entrenched on Feng Linye's body, looking in all directions, swallowing heaven and earth.
Buzz...!
An invisible wave spread out in all directions with Feng Lin's body as the center.
Wow!
The imperial city, which had lost the protection of its dragon energy, began to disintegrate and collapse under the oppression of Taoist Yunkong.
A large number of palace maids, eunuchs and even concubines began to scream and run away.
The dark clouds still linger.
And a ray of light had already carried five kinds of cloud energy, penetrated the Huoli Palace, fell into the palace, and stood opposite Feng Linwen.
The figure condensed with spiritual light no longer looked like Cheng Penghai.
He looked even older, wearing a dark green Taoist robe, with a surly expression and gloomy eyes, which completely destroyed his original immortal spirit.
"It seems that you, like Emperor Jing, have practiced some kind of imperial magic, but... you are too stupid. No matter how strong your magic is, it will hardly be powerful when you first learn it. If you let the imperial city go, Protected by dragon energy, maybe you can still stay here. The poor Taoist can only kill Dali's dynasty fortune first, and then stir up rebels from all directions to destroy your country. Only then can he break your shell and kill you to vent his anger. ." While speaking, Taoist Yunkong did not stop.
Instead, while speaking, he was carrying terrifying destruction and rushing towards Feng Linwen.
Obviously he didn't really care whether Feng Linyi could finish listening to his nagging. He said it was just to vent. First...killing Feng Linyi was the most important thing.
Sitting on the dragon chair, Feng Linwen seemed to be unable to move because he had absorbed too much dragon energy in a short time, as if he was full and needed to be digested.
The first magical power condensed by a large amount of dragon energy is turning into a cocoon of light and standing in his dantian, slowly evolving.
Faced with the attack of Taoist Yunkong, who was several levels higher than him, Feng Linwen seemed to have no ability to fight back.
Karma!
Just when Taoist Yunkong was full of energy and thought he could take revenge, a strange voice suddenly interrupted his nonsense.
I scanned the surroundings with my mind vigilantly, only to find that except for a few 'decorations' of some sort, there was no other superfluous thing in the entire hall.
Bang bang bang!
It's like a chain reaction.
All the sounds are connected in series.
Poof!
Threads flew out from the instruments that Feng Linwen had placed long ago.
These threads densely covered the entire hall, as if condensed into a large overlapping network.
The big net immediately covered Taoist Yunkong, and the blood-red threads stuck into his body, making a sound like a soldering iron pressing into his flesh.
"Ah...! Bastard! What is this?" Taoist Yunkong struggled crazily.
But as he struggled, more and more threads wrapped around him, even wrapping him into a large bloody cocoon.
Feng Linhu, who finally digested some dragon energy and gained the ability to move, did not have time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Instead, he held the remote control and kept pressing the output button to increase the power of these machines.
"What on earth is this? I don't accept it! I don't accept it!" The angry voice of Taoist Yunkong came from the big bloody cocoon. He still didn't accept his fate and kept hitting him.
The big blood-colored cocoon actually didn't look strong, but Taoist Yunkong couldn't escape.
Feng Linwen sighed and said: "Speaking of which...if you were anything else, I really couldn't do anything to you. Unfortunately...it was this special path of cultivation that harmed you after all. But...the Chu Group's This little gadget really helped me a lot.”
Feng Linwen was actually just talking to himself, and had no intention of letting Taoist Yunkong understand.
The big blood-colored cocoon was still strengthening, and Feng Linwen acted more and more abundantly.
"I've said too much, I'm afraid you won't understand, but you should also know that the female Kuishui specializes in breaking monks' spells!" Feng Lin's smile was somewhat shy, for a decent person like him , using this method to defeat the enemy is actually unspeakable. However, it seems very unkind to let the opponent disappear like this without any explanation.
Feng Linwen is always a kind person, so he wants Taoist Yunkong to die clearly.
Taoist Yunkong suddenly stopped struggling in the big cocoon and said with a sneer: "Zhao Mingxuan! You have already won, so why are you trying to deceive me? In Kuishui, it is okay to deal with some low-level monks, but Pindao is already How could the strongest Wuyun cultivator be bound by it?"
