Uncrowned Evil Emperor

In the previously peaceful realm of long-cherished wishes, suddenly there was a skyrocketing massacre. Dozens of nearly a hundred soul cultivators, for the sake of the vacant throne of the city lord, finally couldn't restrain their emotions of fighting for merit, and rushed up ferociously.

All of a sudden, the realm of long-cherished wishes was filled with turmoil and the sound of killing shook the sky, and the abundant spiritual energy in the world was completely changed because of Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong's attack...

The rich aura spread out towards the outside world unceasingly, mixed with the supernatural power of Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong, overwhelming like a tsunami that erupted suddenly without warning.

After the implosion of returning to the truth, Feng Jueyu's fingers changed rapidly like butterflies dancing, and the changing finger formulas flashed with the unique light of wood-type divine power, like stars dotted, fleeting.

And every time the fingertip flickered, the sword possessed by Xuanzhong would easily take away the life of a soul cultivator. In just a few breaths of time, he slaughtered most of the dozens of people in the battle.

At this moment, Feng Jueyu opened all the Qiandan orifices in his body, and the divine power in his meridians swept through like a frenzy, and the Liuhe Realm practice reached a cycle of heaven and earth. Not only can he kill the enemy at the same time, but he can also rely on the rich spiritual energy of the surrounding world to supplement and absorb it .

For a month, Feng Jueyu didn't dare to be careless, and even the slightest bit of divine power had to be saved and used right now.

His fighting style tends to be insidious and cunning, and the speed of killing the enemy is unimaginable.

The cultivation of the soul race relies on a large number of people, so they thought they would take advantage of it. How could they ever expect to meet a pervert like Feng Jueyu? After the initial siege, he couldn't help retreating in his heart.

Some people even started thinking about Wu Buyong.

However, when they looked to the other side, they were even more speechless.

Not far away, Wu Buyong waved a scimitar with both hands and turned into a double scythe of death, and his tall and burly bear-like body turned into a residual leaf in the wind...

The hand rises, the knife falls, either dismembering the corpse or beheading...

The speed of killing the enemy is not inferior to that of Feng Jueyu.

Even Feng Jueyu took a deep breath after reading it, and couldn't help but startled.

He once had the experience of fighting against Wu Buyong. Although Wu Buyong was not weak back then, he did not reach such a terrifying level. Now Wu Buyong is still the genius of Wu Zong. He is clearly a bloody There was no pity in his eyes when he slaughtered the executioner on the battlefield, and he must have done his best with all his strength. Feng Jueyu was worried that this guy would exhaust himself to death if he continued beating like this.

"Brother Wu, don't waste your energy." Feng Jueyu pulled out and yelled behind him as a reminder.

The soul cultivators must be three of them are breaking through, so it is impossible for them to know that the three of them will persist here for a month, so as long as they are shocked, they will definitely be able to buy time to rest.

Feng Jueyu thought so, but Wu Buyong didn't care...

"Haha, Brother Feng, do we need to waste more energy dealing with these three-legged cats? Let's see someone Wu cleans them up."

Wu Buyong turned a blind eye to Feng Jueyu's words at all, a huge stone slowly condensed on top of his head as his two knives were flying...

Feng Jueyu remembered that although this stone-lifting technique was overbearing and powerful, it was extremely exhausting. Wu Buyong didn't want to leave room for himself by doing this. He clearly had a brain problem.

Feng Jueyu frowned, and he suddenly found that Wu Buyong's temperament became more and more unpredictable. Although he was a little arrogant and domineering before, he had a deep scheming in dealing with people, but now, Feng Jueyu didn't It can't be seen that Wu Buyong is like that kind of thoughtful person, he has completely become a reckless man, wasting his energy recklessly.

"boom!"

The boulder crashed down, and at least three people on the ground were crushed to death on the spot. Blood spattered, brains burst, and they flew around...

Wu Buyong killed at least [-] masters in just one stick of incense. Of course, that was also because of the average strength of the opponent.

It is taken for granted that Wu Buyong's relentless killing did indeed have a deterrent effect. Seeing the opponent's super strength, the remaining soul cultivators retreated frequently in fright, and within a moment, they all quit wherever they went. Beyond the enchantment of the realm of long-cherished wishes.

Wu Buyong chased after him, Feng Jueyu was shocked when he saw this, and shouted: "Brother Wu, don't chase after the poor..."

Wu Buyong stopped quickly, and laughed loudly: "Haha, these idiots dare to be enemies with Wu, if they come again, I promise not to keep any of them."

Feng Jueyu shook his head speechlessly, and sighed: "There is still a long time, take a rest."

Wu Buyong did not refute this time, nodded and sat cross-legged beside Zhu Yizhi...

The cultivators outside the barrier were relieved when they saw that the three people in the realm of long-cherished wishes hadn't chased them out, but they soon discovered some problems.

"Hey, why don't they leave? There are so many of us, there must be more people here after a while, why don't they leave?"

"Hmph, damn it, these two human races obviously don't take us seriously, everyone, take a break, wait for the backup to come, and then we'll go in."

"..."

The soul cultivators outside the long-cherished wish really didn't know the reason why Feng Jueyu and the other three stayed behind, so they regrouped outside. Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Damn it, it's a pity that we can't leave. Lin, no matter how many people there are, they can all be wiped out."

He did not exaggerate, the most common method of Killer Fengda is assassination, if it is not for the geographical limitations, let him let go, as long as he is not an unshakable opponent, he will never be afraid of these mobs.

However, the time is not with me, Feng Jueyu is also quite helpless, at the moment, he can only save his energy and find another way.

Fortunately, the aura of heaven and earth in the realm of long-cherished wishes can be absorbed at will, and the recovery speed is extremely fast. Within half an hour, the consumed divine power returns to the same level as before.

Feng Jueyu exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his heart suddenly became heroic. He looked around and saw hundreds of practitioners staring at him, and Feng Jueyu's pupils shot out a strong fighting intent.

"Brother Wu, get ready and start again. It is indeed a blessing in life to be able to defend against the enemy side by side with Brother Wu."

His tone was full of melancholy, but he wasn't worried about the sadness after being frightened. He had a lot of days of licking blood on the knife head, but this time, Feng Jueyu knew that the possibility of his survival was very small.

As time goes by, there will only be more and more soul cultivators coming here, and some real masters will not be in a hurry to make a move. Gradually, the enemies they will encounter will only become more and more powerful ...

Until the end, when the two were exhausted, as these people surged up, they could only become two piles of flower fertilizer in the forest of disillusionment.

Although Feng Jueyu is not a person who resigns himself to fate, his calmness always allows him to face one fact after another. He knows that perhaps this trip to the underworld will be the saddest hurdle in his past and present life.

Feeling the resoluteness and coldness in Feng Jueyu's tone, Wu Buyong's eyes burst out with pride, he stood up slowly with one hand on the ground, stood back on his back, and roared like a cow Said: "Brother Feng, those who are strong will be sad. It is better to put aside the vulgarity and stand up to the heaven and the earth. What is there to be afraid of death? Let you and my brother fight him in a dark world."

"It's such a dark battle with him, Brother Wu, last time I lost to you in the murderous competition, this time, Feng is going to compete with you again."

"Just to my liking."

These two people in the southern border of Hongtu are both outstanding people and living geniuses in the world. Since the last time they fought, they have not enjoyed themselves to the fullest. When they said their words, the sadness of the two of them was completely released, and the only thing left was their indomitable pride. The heart of competing with each other.

The shouts of killing in the disillusionment forest continued to ring out, and the masters in the flying dust rushed over. This time, the two didn't say any more, and the scimitar and the long sword once again started an endless bloody battle.

The morning mist dissipates, and with the ray of the rising sun from the nine-day sun, the enchanting seven-color ribbon floats in the realm of long-cherished wishes, just like a gorgeous green dragon wandering outside the clouds and sky...

And under the clouds and rays of light, it seems that there is another world isolated. In addition to killing, this world is only screaming and howling. It is really like the torment of the [-]th floor of hell.

The killing continues...

Ever since Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong took over the difficult problem of the second level, there has been one big battle for almost three days and two small battles every day, and there has never been a break.

They don't know how many soul cultivators have sent, and they don't know what method Lvsong used to control the pursuers. Outside the realm of long-cherished wishes, there will always be dozens, as many as nearly a hundred There are many soul cultivators, and as long as they kill the pursuers, there will be a steady stream of pursuers to make up for it later.

So, one day, two days...

Three days, five days...

27 days have passed...

After 27 days of continuous bloody battles in the realm of long-cherished wishes, the woods have been covered by countless corpses. The old vitality and blue eyes are long gone, replaced by blood-like bright red...

Fragmented amputated limbs were scattered everywhere, and piles of corpses faced each other as high as two hills.

Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong are like two demons from previous lives, standing proudly on top of the mountain of corpses, despising the common people in the world with ruthless and cold eyes.

The bleak flute sound slowly echoed in the woods, as if playing a tragic song to die, rendering the secluded disillusioned woods tragic and desolate...

For almost a whole month, the two have been fighting in the realm of long-cherished wishes, never resting, and Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong, two unknown people in the underworld, have gradually become familiar to people.

ps: My hands are not very flexible yet, and I am a little bit stuck, so it is too slow to write. A chapter in four hours is more than painful.