Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 1037: Contilaya Bone Flute
She rushed to Contilaya's side, hugged the child, held him high, turned around and said hoarsely: "I, an innocent woman who looks like a fairy, want my child to recognize such a sloppy child?" Is a beggar a father, my God! When will my shame be washed away!"

Before she finished speaking, she flew up and ran to the coast in despair.

In an instant, Contilaya had already turned into a magnificent golden dress, and his holy body radiated thousands of rays of light. He left the astonished gathering place of the gods and went to chase after Koira.

"Coyla! My dear," he called her name tenderly, "look back at me, and see how handsome I am!"

But proud Coyla, full of grief and indignation, dismissed his call, and said to him viciously, without turning her head: "I know that my child has such a poor beggar father as is enough. I don't want to see anyone!"

Saying that, she disappeared into the distance.

Contilaya kept chasing them all the way, but it was too late, and Coyla had already jumped into the sea and died.

Contiraya was so heartbroken that she took off one of her ribs and made it into a bone flute, which she played day and night by the seaside to relieve her guilt...

"Is this the Kontilaya bone flute?" Ye Feng asked.

"That's right." Wu Geng had a smug smile on his face: "Turning the day upside down, ten thousand ghosts devour hearts.

The Kuntilaya bone flute is not just as simple as its previous function.

During these thousands of years, I have continuously used the ghost and witch religion secret methods to enhance and strengthen this ancient bone flute.

Now it can kill the gods. "

"Oh." Ye Feng simply nodded.

Wu Geng's eyes froze for a moment, then he put the flute to his mouth and blew it slowly.

Ye Feng was not in a hurry, he just pointed his finger up, and the Xiantian gossip array was released instantly.

There are 64 empty talismans in total, floating in mid-air non-stop.

What Wu Geng said is true, this Kontilaya bone flute is indeed at the level of a divine weapon, and coupled with the special secret technique of the Ghost Witch Sect, it may not be able to hold it without any cards.

But Ye Feng still wants to see how strong this bone flute is.

There were already all kinds of shrill shouts and heavy divine voices outside, and every time those vicious ghosts and Indian fairy phantoms whizzed over and hit Ye Feng's innate gossip formation, they would let out a shriek Screaming, the burned body shrank a lot at the slightest, and was wiped out in ashes on the spot.

"Fengweizi, you are really good at forming Fuxi's formation with the emptiness talisman in your hand, you are worthy of being an outstanding person in China!"

Outside the Xiantian gossip formation, Wu Geng's misty voice sounded.

His voice whistling in front, whistling behind, seemed to come from all directions.

And the surroundings changed from day to night, only ghosts whistling, and his figure could not be seen clearly at all.

"It's just a pity, in front of the Kongtilaya bone flute, it's just a formation like a clown!

Can your formation survive the next wave of attacks? "

Wu Geng laughed out loud, full of complacency.

Surrounded by soaring ghosts, outside is the darkness where you can't see your fingers, and Ye Feng stands in it with a calm expression on his face.

"Don't underestimate your ancestor's magic circle!
This is the innate 64 hexagrams created by Fuxi. "

Ye Feng smiled, raised his hand lightly, all the 64 hexagrams surrounded Ye Feng, and at the same time Ye Feng took the first step, leaving behind a phantom of himself.

It is the seven-step incarnation method!
After the phantom Ye Feng stayed where he was, gossip began to surround him.

"What's this?
Avatar? " Wu Geng was a little surprised.

As Ye Feng walked step by step, the gossip began to spread out. Every time he took a step, the ghosts and gods took a step back.

Wu Geng was dumbfounded, but recovered quickly.

"I want to break through my bone flute, I'm dreaming for a hundred days." Wu Geng said speculatively, and at the same time picked up the bone flute that was as white as jade, and touched his chest.

The bone flute was made of ribs, one end was very sharp, like a dagger, it easily cut open his chest.

I saw a large amount of blood pouring into the bone flute, and the bone flute like suet jade actually sucked the blood into it strangely, blooming a faint red glow.

"Blood sacrificial vessel?"

Ye Feng smiled dumbly.

It seems that Wu Geng has lived for thousands of years, but the cultivation in his body is still the same as before.

It seems that the rebirth of this fountain of youth can only increase one's lifespan, but it is very difficult to improve one's cultivation.

And it's still limited to the surrounding spring water. What's the point of such a rebirth? !

"Yes, today I will kill you!
Also, I have prepared a big gift for you, Fengweizi! "

Wu Geng let out a miserable laugh, his face getting darker and darker.

I saw that after absorbing his blood essence, the ghosts in the sky and the Indian God both grew in size out of thin air, and the cultivation base on their bodies exploded with the aura of gods.

Sure enough, those evil spirits who had greatly increased in strength were no longer afraid of the innate gossip, and rushed up abruptly, hitting the nothingness spell.

"Boom. Boom!"

With each impact, the radiance of the gossip talisman will weaken a little bit.

"So what about Master Huaxia!

Our Wu clan is the strongest clan in the world!The strongest human!

When you are killed, I will make you a part of the bone flute and drive it for me!
Hahaha! "

Wu Geng laughed wildly, but Ye Feng shook his head: "Stop making trouble, you can't kill me with just this.

Let go of your cards. "

Ye Feng looked around lightly, "There should be a formation here."

"That's right!" Wu Geng said with a smirk, "Let's go!"

Immediately, a cloud of colorful mist gradually rose, at first it was very small, and then it covered the entire Fountain of Youth.

Looking around, there seems to be an extra layer of colorful sky above the tribe.

"Seven evil poison barriers!"

The gloomy old man's expression changed.

This is the ultimate formation of the tribe. It was laid out by Wu Geng 1000 years ago after he learned a secret method of the Ghost and Witch Sect. It only took 500 years to set it up.

It was mixed with countless poisons from the Amazon jungle, and many people were killed or injured for this reason.

A flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, it turned out that Wu Geng had already prepared for it!

"This time..."

Ye Feng was a little speechless, "Isn't the arrangement method too primitive? With the mountain topography, magical artifacts are buried at key nodes to arouse the poisonous smoke miasma and prepared venom in the ground.

It usually accumulates power underground, and uses the core magic weapon to activate it.

Although it is very strong, it is too primitive and crude. "

"Hehe." Wu Geng sneered, and said sinisterly: "Feng Weizi, since you have seen the strength of the magic circle, you are not going to catch it quickly, are you going to use your mortal body to forcefully bear the power of heaven and earth?
Although primitive, so what?

It can still kill you! "

Compared with ordinary people, the power of this formation communicates with heaven and earth, and condenses all kinds of poisons between heaven and earth. It is indeed the power of heaven and earth.

Far from being able to compete with ordinary celestial masters.

As for Shi Lekang, he was frightened out of his wits.

After Ye Feng and Wu Geng fought, they kept staring dumbfounded, shocked that there is such a powerful person in the world.

And the formations together cover the sky and block out the sun, just like the existence in myths and legends.

He showed a smile that was not a smile and said: "Do you really think that you have the chance to win?"

"It seems that you are still lucky." Wu Geng shook his head and sighed, holding his hands empty.

Suddenly, the fog in the sky churned, forming a huge vortex, like a tornado, the vortex dragged out a long tail and pressed down.

Wu Geng shouted abruptly:
"Feng Weizi, do you want to die or live!"

"This formation, in your era, is really unparalleled and invincible." Ye Feng looked at the sky lightly: "It's just a pity, you met Maoshan who is the best at formation." Celestial Master!
This battle, this bone flute, I can break it all! "

In front of this foggy dragon, Ye Feng raised his head, looked at the whistling colorful storm tornado, and slowly raised Hanguang in his hand.

The Hanguang in Ye Feng's hand suddenly surged in blood and electricity, and spread out, as long as three feet.

Ye Feng held a ten-meter-long, huge lightsaber that was indeterminate, waved it lightly, and said in a low voice:
"die!"

In an instant, there was only a blaze of blood and electricity left in the pupils of everyone.

This sword energy pierced the sky, and at the same time, everyone felt that the blood in their bodies wanted to be gushed out.

When this sword qi is cut out, it seems that only this blood-electric sword qi that traverses the universe is left in the world.

All space, time, vitality, and spells seemed to be split in half by this sword.

The blood in everyone's bodies seemed to be boiling.

The mist tornado that came with the power of heaven and earth was originally shocking, rushing forward.

A long crack was plowed on the ground, mixed with many stones and debris, vast and overwhelming.

In the end, Ye Feng blocked the head with a sword and cut it into two parts from the middle.

The vast tornado was soaring, but when it came to Ye Feng, it had to turn into two torrents and pour to both sides.

"how is this possible?"

Wu Geng almost stared out.

At the same time, feeling the rush of blood in his body, he never expected the result to be like this. The seven evil spirits gathered seven evil spirits from the ground, and mixed many poisonous miasmas and venoms into a magic circle.

Not to mention its own attributes, just the force that descended from the sky and swept across thousands of junctures could knock down the strongest tree in the Amazon rainforest, but Ye Feng was cut open by Ye Feng's sword, which is unbelievable.

"What kind of spell are you doing?" Wu Geng couldn't help asking in horror.

"road."

Ye Feng said indifferently, "Your magic circle seems to be powerful, but in fact it is not condensed to a single point, and most of the power is wasted.

As long as I have one-tenth of the power, I can easily cut through your attack.

This is what I said, your formation is too primitive. "

This so-called seven evil magic circle seems to hold the power of heaven and earth, but in Ye Feng's eyes, it is full of loopholes.

Just like a puffy giant, even a child with weak strength, as long as he can hit the weak point, he can knock down the giant.

Wu Geng's face turned blue and white.

How could he not understand this truth, breaking the face with a point, breaking the complexity with simplicity is the way of cultivation.

It's a pity that in his opinion, the seven evil magic circle is so powerful that it can already crush and smash everything, so what skill is needed to manipulate it?
It was him who was too conceited.

However, when he looked at Ye Feng's hand, he unconsciously showed a smile...

(End of this chapter)