Everlasting Conceited Supreme

Jiang Feng is walking. He is walking towards a place.

That place is a mysterious building he locked in when he watched murals in the real world.

No matter how big the mural is outside the painting, it can be measured at a glance. Inside the painting, it is like a brand new world.

Finally, before Jiang Feng came to a pagoda, the pagoda was thousands of feet high, with ninety-nine layers, like a huge sword of heaven and earth, standing on the earth, and piercing the sky.

Here, the earth is desolate. Jiang Feng remembers that this place is empty around the pagoda.

Walking on the earth, Jiang Feng keeps approaching the pagoda.

This is the world in the painting constructed by the power of totem, and the world in the painting is not such a beautiful place. For ordinary people, the murals of the ten thousand immortals pilgrimage are like hell. After the monks are inhaled in, they will be directly refined to make their ghosts become a point in the painting.

Besides the murals of Wanxian pilgrimage, Jiang Feng observed that on the murals, a total of 18000 people were recorded.

It also means that the murals of the pilgrimage to the immortals have been refined by 18000 monks.

These people are refined by the painting, and the ghost becomes the figure in the painting.

Jiang Feng even doubted whether the mountains and rivers were all refined.

Totem continent, with the power of totem practice, mountains and rivers, also have their own energy, do not rule out this inference.

But this has nothing to do with Jiang Feng. He's here to look for the coordinates of the stars. If it's in the murals of the pilgrimage, it's also in this pagoda.

If he guessed correctly, this pagoda is similar to the cloister grave, and there are definitely many good things in it.

Of course, the painting can't be refined by itself. It's controlled by a strong man. However, most of the accidents happened to this strong man. He used the murals of the ten thousand immortals pilgrimage to refine many warriors, even mountains and rivers, to make some supplies.

As for why to let the gods guard, instead of letting people enter, Jiang Feng guesses that refining is mostly enough.

The 18000 monks must have been trained many years ago. Since then, they have been in the city of gods. In order to avoid being disturbed, they have detained the gods here and guarded the pilgrimage murals for generations.

As for the origin and purpose of the owner of the mural, Jiang Feng can't infer too clearly. Maybe there is everything he wants to know in the pagoda.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to approach the pagoda, he suddenly stopped.

In front of him, ten feet away, a figure appeared. Dressed in an ancient robe, he was shining all over. His face was like an old man.

"You are not immortal, you can't go forward!" The old man's voice is extremely indifferent. It doesn't feel like it's spoken by people. To be exact, it doesn't feel like it's spoken by living people. There is no vitality in his voice, only indifference and heartlessness.

"Are you a fairy?" Jiang Feng asked, think the other side said, some ridiculous.

"The pilgrimage to immortals is not an immortality, it is not allowed to advance!" The old man in the ancient robe is still indifferent.

"Pilgrimage to the immortals?" Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the speech: "so you are one of the immortals? I don't know, you immortals, who are the sages

"If you are not immortal, you can't enter. Kill!" The old man in Gupao didn't answer Jiang Feng's words. Instead, he raised his hand and chopped it away.

"Let me see how powerful the so-called immortal is." Jiang Feng murmured and stepped out step by step. The strong Qi was surging, directly forming a fierce wind, which made the opponent's figure directly bow.

"Kill At this time, Jiang Feng burst to drink, palm like a monument, strong cover pressure and go.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the palm of the old man in the ancient robe suddenly burst into the void, and then Jiang Feng's palm fell down, and the fire filled the air, melting each other directly.

"Is the strength of immortals so humble?" Jiang Feng sneered, took back his big hand, carried it behind him, and continued to move forward.

Brush ～

Before taking three steps, a ripple appeared in the void, and then another figure appeared. He was also an old man in an ancient robe.

"If you are not immortal, you can't go forward!"

After saying these words with the same indifference, the old man in the ancient robe took out his hand and sealed it with a seal. He suppressed Jiang Feng and left.

"Is it the so-called immortal again?"

"Today, I slaughtered you immortals."

Jiang Feng's posture is as strong as a God. He can't stop it. He can't stop it. He can't stop it. He can't stop it. He can't stop it.

Whoosh!!!

Only a bang, just pure star power, directly shot burst the other side's seal of blocking.

Shooting through the array is not the end. The pure power of the stars, like a sharp arrow, goes forward and shoots directly at the old man in the ancient robe, breaking his body between heaven and earth.

Jiang Feng cold eyes, continue to move forward, is still no more than three steps, again emerged in the void of the ripples.

This time, a hundred figures appeared, all in ancient robes and old.

Jiang Feng originally thought that these people, like a family of gods, would never die. Even if they were killed, they would soon come back to life.

But he observed carefully, and found that this was not the case. Although the appearance of these people was not much different, they looked different.

"If you have the ability, all the immortals will come out, and I will kill them one by one!" Jiang Feng said that in the face of hundreds of people, he swept out with one punch, directly sweeping out the wave of unparalleled murderous spirit, frantically beating between heaven and earth, instantly enveloping hundreds of people.

It's not that these hundreds of old men didn't release their attacks. Instead, under Jiang Feng's domineering fists, their attacks were vulnerable, and they were directly smashed by their domineering fists.

Bang bang!!!

A series of exploding noises came out, and hundreds of old people turned into nothingness under Jiang Feng's fist.

"It's not the real body, it's also called immortal!" Jiang Feng crazy voice said, dismissive, in his voice down, around the world, have appeared a shadow.

Jiang Feng didn't rush to fight. Even if he killed hundreds of people, he didn't arouse his desire to fight. Instead, he hoped that the number of people would be a little more, so that the slaughter would be more enjoyable!

In a short time, more than 9800 old people appeared in all directions.

Except for those who had been killed before, the rest of the pilgrims are just in line with the present number.

"Well, they're all out, then put them all out!" Jiang Feng's eyes showed a trace of madness. He urged the power of the stars, and his body trembled. Even his pores seemed to be glowing, holy to the extreme.

At this moment, more than 9800 old people, at the same time, urged the power of totem to exert all kinds of attacks to kill Jiang Feng!!

This is a terrible scene. More than 9800 old people are the people of immortals in the murals of the pilgrimage to immortals. At the same time, they attack and kill at the same time. The scene is extremely huge and the killing power is also terrifying.

But Jiang Feng is also fearless, crazy bully urged the power of the stars, rich to almost burn up in the body.

At the moment when more than 9800 immortals were killed, Jiang Feng suddenly opened his mouth and drank:

"Six samsara boxing!"