Cultivation In Troubled Times

In the face of wild abuse, more than a hundred people on the other side were forced to bear it, but their eyes were like swords and swords, staring at wild. Many people looked at him like a dead man. In their view, no matter what the result, at least wild is dead!

"In my brother's opinion, how can I exchange it?" Huang Huan's son was still calm and asked with a smile.

Looking at Wang Feng, he said in a wild voice, "in addition to yaohuan, exchange four for four!"

As soon as his voice fell, Wang Feng's long sleeves rolled lightly, and four maids in white appeared in front of both sides.

"They have not been soured!" Wang Feng sent out four maids and said coldly to Huang Huan and his party. The implication is that the state of Wu Neng's four people is obviously that they have been searched, and they are more likely to have been tortured.

"How do I know if they have been searched?" Huang Huan's son looked at Wang Feng calmly. "Moreover, the saint has been in your hands for many days. Who can prove that she is safe? Have you not been treated inhuman? "

"Bah! Do you think that we are just like you, the holy world of bullshit, doing whatever we can? " Wild rage, suddenly grinned: "yaohuan Saint nun is too high, and there are magic weapons such as soul protection in the body, it is difficult to search its soul. However, haha... If you force us too much, I have a lot of means to impose on her... Haha... "

Wild is true. Since the capture of the saint, Wang Feng and his party have known that they have to fight against the holy world of yaohuan. In order to know themselves and their enemies, they have also tried to search the soul of the saint. But the saint's cultivation realm is close to the ancient realm, that is, Wang Feng, who is not sure to search her soul effectively.

What's more, the sea of spirit is protected by a silver bell, which is like a huge bell. Even if people join hands, it is difficult to break the bell cover.

Later, I learned that the silver bell was just the "soul shaking bell" which was just like Wang Feng's treasure formula. This is the magic weapon of yaohuan's life. The level of yaohuan is higher than that of ancient utensils, but Wang Feng doesn't know what kind of level it is.

"The saint nun is good at ancient times and has a magic weapon against heaven to protect her body. As far as I know, except for the saint level, there is no one who can kill her in this domain." Huang Huan said with a smile, "because his soul is immortal, he will never die! So I didn't worry much about the safety of the virgin. This trip should be for my dignity in the holy world. I hope you will understand that. "

"I understand! Of course we understand! Ha ha... "He laughed wildly and said," never die, never die, right? This is better! Lao Tzu pulled out the clothes of the saint, and then took her to travel in the dark. When she was interested, Lao Tzu went to Renxi Bayu again, and let the trillions of creatures in the original universe enjoy it for free! The graceful jade body of the goddess yaohuan is gorgeous... Ha ha... I don't know how many people are attracted by it, and then flock to it... Ha ha... "

There was a lot of laughter. Huang Huan's handsome face disappeared. Instead, his face was cold and ferocious, and his whole body was full of murders.

Obviously, the words of wildness have deeply stimulated him and made him intolerable and murderous!

Who is the goddess of yaohuan? That is yaohuan's wife, the future queen! Don't talk about this kind of thing. As long as you are a man, you will never tolerate it!

"You forced me! I don't believe that you still have magic weapons in your hands... "The voice of Huang Huan's son is as cold as ice, and it seems to come from the depths of the nine hell. His uncontrollable murderous spirit and anger have been seen at a glance!

Hearing the words, Wang Feng moved in his heart: "the original instrument..."

At this time, I saw the middle-aged man on the side of the holy world step out again, and then take a picture of elder Qin of Qianxiu palace, who was still standing!

"Bang..." a dull sound came, followed by a shrill cry from Wang Feng's side: "no..."

Qianlixiu was so sad and indignant that after she gave out that harsh scream, she covered her face and cried bitterly, sobbing unceasingly. Her delicate body was shaking and shaky!

Under the palm of the holy world Master in the middle ancient times, Qin Chang has been shot into a cloud of blood, and his form and spirit are destroyed!

With a wild roar and without saying a word, he stretched out his arms and went up in the wind. He grabbed the four maids in white in front of him. Then he held his hands and squeezed them hard. In a strange sound that made his teeth ache and tremble, the blood like a spring and waterfall overflowed from his huge hands, and then it rained like rain.

But in the blink of an eye, wild hands apart, four white maid, has become a ball of meat, but only the size of a washbasin. Just listen to wild and shout a way: "return to you!"

A palm light wave, that group of broken meat "shout" a, such as meteorite through the sky, radial holy world side smashed in the past!

But at this time, before the broken meat arrived, a shadow of the fist shot out. With a loud bang, the broken meat burst into pieces, and the pieces of meat and bone flew everywhere. The broken meat was smashed into pieces by the shadow of the fist!

Wang Feng's eyes were red, and his long sleeves were rolled back. The remaining nine maids in white were released and lined up.

The middle-aged people in the holy world are expressionless. They are yaohuan, Shengzi and others. They are cold and speechless. They are just maids. No matter how many people die, they can't be moved by them.

The middle-aged man put out his hands again and took photos of the top of Shen Shuo and Kun Yue's head!

"No..."

"Younger martial brother..."

Sheng Ren and WAN Duan roar together, eyes canthus to crack!

"Bang bang" two dull ring, Shen, Kun two elder body broken into fog, the form and spirit are destroyed!

The evil spirit on the wild body is surging, and the thick figure flies like a black smoke. In a burst of "bang bang" sound, the nine maids in white have become nine blood fog, like a beautiful red flower.

Seeing that the middle-aged man raised his hand and was ready to take a picture of Wu Neng, Wang Feng roared, "stop!" With a roll of sleeves, a graceful figure with a white veil has appeared. It's Yahuan.

"If you had handed over the virgin, the three of them would not have died..." Huang sighed, stopped the middle-aged man's action, and pointed to the motionless Wu Neng and said, "exchange one for another, you have no choice..."

"You are wrong! I still have a choice! " Wang Feng said in a cold voice. As soon as he turned his wrist, there was a green light flowing in his hand. The three pointed two edged sword, nearly eight feet long, was exactly the pupil of the demon. A little urge Yun Xin Yuan, an earth shaking pressure, from the demon pupil in the violent volume out, a great potential to sweep all directions!

"I don't know if this sword can kill the saint?" Looking at the stunned people in the holy world, Wang Feng's voice was cold and cold, "do you want me to break her arm with this sword? See if it can be reborn in a flash? "

Without waiting for the son to open his mouth, Wang Feng stretched out a little finger and flicked at yaohuan“ "Hiss" a light ring, a saint's left arm, has been cut off, followed by a volume of a stir, "bang" a sound, burst open.

Only a piece of silver covered the broken part of the saint's arm, and then the silver elongated rapidly. However, after the rest of the breath, the silver disappeared, and a intact jade arm suddenly grew again. There is no clothing cover, its white delicate place, it is heart beating!

"So it is Wang Feng sneered, then raised the demon pupil in his hand, cut it again, and said: "this sword falls off the arm, can it be reborn?"

"Stop it Now it's the turn of Huang Sheng Zi to move!

A long sword, clinging to the skin on the arm of the goddess, stops! His sharp spirit has cut the skin. For a moment, it is full of blood and red.

It hurts the skin, but the blood flow is not enough. This phenomenon, such as dunrang yaohuan Shengzi, confirms that the demon pupil in Wang Feng's hand is beyond the original. It has the function of devouring life and tearing spirit.

Put down the demon pupil, Wang Feng is full of confidence. Facing all the people in the holy world, he holds a sword in one hand. He is like Yuanting and Yuezhi. He is proud to face each other.

"Who is this man? He... How could he have such a magic weapon? " The saints thought to themselves. If they knew that Wang Feng had more than one magic weapon at the level of demon pupil in their hands, I don't know how they would feel.

"What's the name of this soldier?" After a long period of dead silence, Huang Huan asked with a light cough.

"This soldier... Is called Zhusheng!" Wang Feng hesitated and said.

"Yes! It's called Zhusheng Wild laugh, "specially kill those so-called saints... Ha ha..."

"Too much deception!"

"I've only heard of the weapons of" Zhuxian "and" Zhushen ", but I haven't seen the weapon of" Zhusheng "...."

"This is for my holy world! A few mole ants are hateful

The holy world and his party were furious and yelled at each other. However, Huang Huan's face was iron green, and he looked at Wang Feng and others. His eyes were shining, and he didn't know what he was thinking.