Feng Linyi was not the only one who hoped that everything would stop.
It's just a starting point, of course it's different.
Feng Linwen didn't want the little pigeon to lose himself in the endless memories of the remaining soul.
He trained the little pigeon with his own hands and carefully enlightened him for three years.
Not a disciple, but better than a disciple. Feng Linwen wasn't hard-hearted, so how could he not have any emotion at all?
It's true that he's using it, but he's not willing to pay the little pigeon's life in exchange.
What's more, once lost in the endless memories of the remaining souls, these sacrifices are actually meaningless.
Of course, that's what Feng Linwen thinks, but others don't necessarily think so.
Some people want to kill the little pigeons together, in this way, to prevent the Soul Calling Sutra from continuing to call the souls of the dead and awaken the past.
Amidst the huge roar, a big hole suddenly opened in the sky.
As the hole opened, what appeared in front of us was a mass of mass graves stretching for tens of thousands of miles.
The soil on the ground was dark red, with a strong smell of blood, and there were broken limbs everywhere. In the dim void, rotten vultures were hovering, sometimes falling down to tear at the carrion on the ground and devour it, but their broken bellies were dripping with highly corrosive venom.
"This is a small cave world opened up in the body with powerful inner energy cultivation! Someone wants to use such a small world to be superimposed here to affect the purity of the Yin Qi of heaven and earth." Feng Linwen only needed a glance. Then he saw through its purpose and trends.
In that weird little world, waves of dark wind blew. In the gloomy wind, small blue flames swayed in the gloomy wind, seeming to be extinguished at any time.
When it got closer and closer, I suddenly discovered it.
Those floating little flames are actually bunches of will-o'-the-wisps, and those lingering in the will-o'-the-wisps are ghosts and ghosts.
The rich death energy, combined with the strong Yin energy between heaven and earth, caused many people to tremble all over and turn pale under the chill. It was obvious that they had been poisoned by the Yin-cold death energy.
"We can't let that small world come! Its death energy will pollute the surrounding Yin energy and affect the ability to attract souls!" Feng Linyi had already made a decision in his heart.
If Yang Qi is the opposite of Yin Qi, it will consume Yin Qi and affect the concentration of Yin Qi. Death Qi is a dirty variant of Yin Qi, and its existence will affect the purity of Yin Qi.
If it only attracts the yang energy of a small world in a single transmission, it will be like a ladle of water trying to extinguish the fire spreading across the entire world, and it will not affect the overall situation at all. But the dead air is like sewage. Even a small basin of sewage poured into the lake will pollute the water quality.
Feng Linwen did not leave the little pigeon's side, but waved his long sleeves.
His sleeves were like a huge black hole, absorbing most of all the death energy, ghosts and ghosts that came out of his sleeves, and even the small world that crossed over.
"It's all in his sleeves! How could he do this?" Some people who thought they knew Feng Linyi very well were puzzled.
Of course Feng Linwen knew this trick.
Why can't he, who is so good with Zhen Yuanzi that he wears a pair of pants, not be able to do this?
Most practitioners who don't know much about it think that the universe in Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves is a magical power in space.
However, at its core, it is a very powerful suppression technique.
It is very similar to the world in the palm of Buddha and the five-color divine light of Kong Xuan.
Under a sleeve, anyone who is caught in the sleeve loses the ability to resist and is directly suppressed by force, and may even be refined.
Although the Qiankun in the sleeve is a very remarkable method.
However, the specific power still depends on the level of the person using it.
Feng Linwen was originally a seventh-level golden immortal, and his level was not low at all.
But when he came to the Killing World and left the galaxy universe where he became the Golden Immortal, his realm slipped by half, and he lost the meaning of eternity.
The small world that crosses over is not simple.
The controller behind it seems to be an 'old guy', and his strength should have reached level eight.
Feng Linmo is suppressing the small world, and the small world in turn wants to devour Feng Linmo.
The two pulled each other into a rather strange force field.
Under the storm of death, on a huge tower built with human heads, there was a throne made of accumulated bones. On the throne was an old man covered in black bone armor. The old man seemed to be sleeping with his cheeks in his hands, but a crazy will radiated from his body.
"It's spectacular, isn't it?" The vicissitudes of voice came from the throne.
"I only know that this requires killing a lot of people!" Feng Linhui already understood the purpose of this old man's visit.
Changing the sky and changing the sun brought huge Yin Qi, and at the same time, the powerful remnant souls from all sides summoned by the Soul Calling Sutra also attracted the old man.
He needs to obtain these as nutrients for practice.
Sure enough, I heard the vicissitudes of the voice say: "This world is the place where I practice retreat. My core martial arts practice is death energy, which naturally requires a lot of dead people. What's more, in terms of resources, there are still many people in this world. What resource is more abundant than human beings? It is inexhaustible and inexhaustible! Therefore, I am destined to traverse eternity and eventually cut through the sky."
There was a chilling coldness in the voice.
But it couldn't scare Feng Linwen.
It was not like Feng Linwen had never seen the 'big devil' who destroyed the world at every turn in the Galaxy Era.
The old man in front of me looked scary, but his behavior... was just childish.
There was no nonsense, Feng Linwen chose to take action.
He was afraid that if he stayed here for too long, something would change in Little Pigeon.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Feng Linhui activated the magic defense golden body.
Although warriors usually focus on hand-to-hand combat, when practicing Taoism, sometimes different paths lead to the same goal.
Just like the old man in front of him, who has level 8 strength, he has already begun to understand the rules and understand the avenue.
His methods are by no means just close combat, but should involve many things in the energy field.
In this regard, the Magic Defense Golden Body... has a lot of room for maneuver.
Of course, Feng Linwen, who had completed the seventy-two transformations, was physically very powerful and unusual. He held a sharp blade and swung his sword straight at the old man.
At the same time, a ray of white light shined out from within the Eternal Lighthouse, spreading to all directions in this small world, shattering the majestic rising death energy within it.
The old man stretched out his index finger slightly, facing Feng Linwen's sword, a massive amount of energy condensed between his fingers, turning into a concentrated impact.
clang!
The next moment, Feng Linhui flew backwards with his long sword at a faster speed. The sword body was still vibrating at a very high frequency, emitting continuous concussive force. If Feng Linwen did not let go of the sword in his hand, the continuous concussive force would damage his internal organs.
With a twist, Feng Linwen transformed into a giant beast that reached for the stars and the moon.
The battle clothes on his body twisted and turned into black battle armor, tightly covering Feng Linhu's body, and then lent its power to Feng Linhu.
