Cultivation In Troubled Times

As for Wang Feng's question, they stood there without nodding or shaking their heads, just like two puppets or two zombies.

Recalling the words of the three emperors and other five people, Wang Feng suddenly thought that the original gods of yin and Yang in front of him were afraid that they would have been controlled by Shenwei general, and they would never be the two original gods of that year.

Two beyond the original territory of the pressure, from the motionless two people scattered out, and then combined into a stream, invisible and qualitative, the slightest brush sitting silent Wang Feng.

Wang Feng would not care about any of them, because their accomplishments were only slightly higher than those of the three emperors. However, the combination of these two threats has a palpitating and terrifying atmosphere. It seems that the two men's accomplishments, at this moment, are climbing in geometric multiples.

Wang Feng can't wait for this. If they are too weak, they are hard to break through; The stronger you are, the stronger you are. This is Wang Feng's habitual style.

"Boom"

In the short silence, Wang Feng's crazy and evil forces were saturated, and a majestic force burst out of the body, which made the broad space tremble.

With both hands holding the two blades on his knees, Wang Feng suddenly got up.

Yin and Yang, the two original gods, were swept by the power, and their eyes flashed two Jingdian. It seems that at this moment, they live together!

The original God of red sun takes the lead in making a big sleeve roll, and a piece of red haze is like a cloud of fire, and the wind of Chong Wang covers his head.

"Kill

With an angry rebuke, Wang Feng's body whirled rapidly, and his two blades burst into a ball of silver. Instead of retreating, he broke through the red haze and quickly twisted to the God of red Yangyuan like thunder.

The sword Qi is like a rainbow. Before Wang Feng's body shape arrived, the sharp blade Qi roared, cut through the air current and sent out a sharp scream.

The Red Sun God's body is shining and retreating like the wind. At the same time, the two palms in his sleeves are shooting in succession, and the red fog flies out in a row in front of him.

All of a sudden, this red fog is full of light, and it rises rapidly. It is dazzling and powerful. Every cloud seems to have become a sun. In a flash, he surrounded Wang Feng with a whirl.

Here space, as if at this time, appeared ten blazing brilliant sun.

Ten Yang Lianzhu is the unique skill of chiyangyuan God. Since coming to the ancient star realm, the two original gods have been living in the core of the mausoleum. They devote themselves to practice, and their cultivation realm is naturally refined. Chiyang yuan God has created a big killing move that surpasses Jiuyang in the sky. This is the ten Yang Lianzhu in front of us.

Wang Fengzhang has the profound meaning of yin and Yang. For the ten Yang beads in front of him, he knows that this is the original God of red Yang. He applies his talent or learning to the extreme performance. Dare not careless, a handshake in the blade handle, in this can burn all things in the high temperature, Wang Feng spin body again cut!

The blade Qi is like waterfall and curtain, and the killing machine is as cold as ice. The endless murderous spirit between the empty shadows has forced the coming blazing waves to shrink.

"Boom"

Two Yang burst into pieces, and Wang Feng flashed out through the raging sea of fire. The two blades in his hand were crisscrossed and murderous. The two huge blades were like scissors, quick as lightning, and passed by chiyangyuan God.

"Bang"

With a light sound, the whole body of the red Yangyuan God was cut in two by the huge light scissors, but there was no blood spatter.

"Boom"

The space shakes wildly, the blazing power surges. The remaining eight suns followed Wang Feng.

Wang Feng had no time to examine the current situation of the red Yang God, so he had to spin his body and chop it again to break the eight Yang first.

The Eight Suns are roaring and shining. Under the hot temperature, Wang Feng's hair, beard and clothes are slightly curled. Wang fenghun didn't care about it. His body was like the wind, his blade Qi was like a wheel, and he chopped away like a raging wave of eryang.

"Bang bang" two bursts, came quickly. The violent air flow, whistling and rushing in an instant, filled the whole space with the high temperature like burning mountain and sea of fire.

There are two Yang burst!

Wang Feng never stops. He takes advantage of his power to excite himself. His body is like a ghost. He travels among the remaining six Yang. Every time the cold light suddenly appears, one Yang bursts into pieces and turns into light and rain all over the sky.

After several sounds in succession, the temperature in the mausoleum has dropped suddenly, and it is cool. Wang Feng has broken ten Yang beads in the twinkling of an eye!

Looking around, he saw that Chiyang Yuanshen, who had just been cut into two pieces, stood in place intact and motionless, as if he had just turned a blind eye to Wang Feng's anger.

Wang Feng was secretly surprised, and then suddenly said, "the two original gods are not human beings or living creatures, but a trace of the essence of yin and Yang, almost immortal." Then he thought, "from this point of view, it is useless for them to attack in essence. We have to find another means."

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a "shout" and a dark shadow came from me. A cold breath like the ice for thousands of years was about to make Wang Feng's blood coagulate.

Xuanyin original God after red yang original God, suddenly shot!

Wang Fengyuan's power was flowing and his chill was gone. As soon as he shook the blade in his hand, a ball of silver flowers also flew out, facing the black shadow from the group.

"Click"

The cold wave is cold. The Silver Shadow dissipated at the same time. On the ground, there was a layer of black ice particles, slightly bright and cold. A record of xuanbing flying palm of Xuanyin was broken by Wang Feng.

Wang Feng handed the right blade to his left hand and slapped the Xuanyin God with his hand. A palm shadow rumbles and flies, the palm glares and twinkles, as if there are hundreds of millions of stars in it. Before the shadow of the palm came, the mountain like pressure had made the land under the feet of Xuanyin Yuanshen full of cracks like cobwebs.

Xuanyin, the original God, had a twinkling of light in his eyes and a curly sleeve. A huge black ice wall was standing in front of him. It could reach the top and block Wang Feng's palm shadow.

Bang Bang

The ice wall trembles, the black ice crumbs fall like rain, and there is a sound, then there is a sharp sound, cracks are all over the wall, and finally it breaks, and the shadow of the palm is gone.

Yin and Yang looked at each other with expressionless faces. They were standing side by side, only a few feet away.

They stretched out their arms, intertwined and held each other. This situation, this scene, can not help but let Wang Feng stay.

In front of the two original gods, where does it seem that fire and water are incompatible and irreconcilable? Straight as a pair of intimate lovers, close and ambiguous.

Just when Wang Feng was secretly funny, a terrible and majestic breath came out from them.

This breath of palpitation, cold and hot, soft and hard, interwoven together, although not so violent extreme, but more powerful, such as the ocean undercurrent, infinite force, and unfathomable.

The way of fire is fierce; The way of water is the way of fashion. The extreme of water and fire is Yin and Yang. When Yin and Yang turn around, their power is like heaven and earth, and their changes can be endless.

Hunyuan Dharma has made their cultivation strength go crazy in an instant, and their desire is endless.