God-slaughtering King

"Well, there's a faint dragon breath." the tower God looked at the jade bottle in the maple's hand at the south gate and said in surprise: "boy, I'm lucky to get this kind of thing."

Before the maple in the south gate could speak, the tower God said again, "why is your cultivation so weak? Your boy is too rubbish!"

Despised by him again, Nanmen Feng was speechless, "elder, can you see what kind of monster's blood essence is this?"

"Look at a fart!" the tower God scolded, "I don't know how many years I've been dead. It's still a drop of blood essence. However, there is a faint dragon breath in it. It looks like a hybrid left by the dragon family and other demon families."

"Er..." Nanmen Feng smiled bitterly. It seems that he has lost a lot.

"What are you doing with a sad face?" the tower God shouted, "even hybrids are very helpful to you now. Fortunately, this is not the real dragon blood essence. If it is true, you can digest it?"

Think about it, although he is not a real dragon, the power of blood essence is still very strong, which is of great benefit to him. Thinking of this, nanmenfeng felt much at ease.

"There seem to be three drops in it. Take one drop, dilute one drop and apply it on the surface of your body, so that your body will have a qualitative leap."

With that, the tower God left a sentence. After good cultivation, his figure disappeared immediately.

Zifeng also hid in the corner and didn't dare to come over. He looked at the jade bottle in the South Gate Maple's hand, full of fear.

"Come here!" under the repeated urging of Nanmen maple, Zifeng came slowly, but he still kept a distance from the jade bottle.

Nanmen Feng said softly, "this is the essence blood of the monster. After you swallow it, your strength will become stronger and we can go out at that time." after that, Nanmen Feng couldn't help smiling bitterly. A drop of essence blood worth more than 300 million was wanted by others. Instead, he turned his head and begged Zifeng to swallow it.

Seems to understand the words of Nanmen maple, Zifeng becomes less afraid and curious about the jade bottle.

"Believe me, open your mouth!"

After hesitating for a long time, Zifeng finally chose to believe Nanmen maple. His mouth slowly opened, and Nanmen Maple took the opportunity to drop blood essence into it.

Boom!

Suddenly, a powerful momentum spread from the purple wind, his eyes were full of blood, and a neighing echoed in the God killing tower.

Zifeng waved his wings and circled up and down in the tower. About half an hour later, he calmed down and fell asleep against a corner.

Aware of the steady smell of purple wind, Nanmen Maple breathed a sigh of relief. The power of blood essence is too strong, and it needs to be resolved slowly.

Sitting in the purple chair, Nanmen Maple swallowed a drop of blood essence directly.

Boom!

A burning breath in the abdomen suddenly dispersed, like a flame shuttling through the body, and bursts of burning pain came from where it passed.

The blood rolled and the body made a nourishing sound. Nanmen Maple seemed to smell a smell of barbecue. Run the immortal body formula quickly and send the burning power to every corner of the body.

The cold sweat evaporated before it flowed out. At this time, the body of Nanmen Maple was shrouded in white fog, which was the evaporation of water in the body.

The throat was thirsty, and the burning pain came from the body into the mind. The spirit gradually began to be impetuous. Even if the purple chair continued to convey a calming force, it was not enough to resolve the pain.

Whew!

At this time, the magic bead in Nanmen Maple's mind suddenly began to rotate rapidly. The colorful light was shining everywhere, and the South Gate Maple was beautiful in his mind.

The pain still didn't abate, but Nanmen Maple kept a trace of clarity in his mind. The beads kept spinning and the light kept coming out. In this way, time seemed to stop flowing.

half a month later.

Boom!

A momentum suddenly emanated from Nanmen maple, kept climbing, and finally stopped half an hour later.

The fourth floor of Zhenjing!

Unexpectedly, the blood essence stimulated the strength in his body, made him break through again in a short time, and finally recovered his previous cultivation. Now the true yuan in his body has become more powerful, enough to resist the martial artists who first entered the true realm and later.

The power of that drop of blood essence was too strong and had not been completely dissolved for half a month. Nanmen Feng breathed out his breath, continued to operate and began to practice the immortal golden body formula.

Another half month passed.

On this day, Nanmen Feng suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. There was a crackling sound from the almost rigid body.

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

After hitting three punches in a row, Nanmen Feng nodded with satisfaction. Now only the strength of the body is enough to resist the martial artists on the eighth floor of the real world. It seems that the improvement is not great, but after the thorough transformation of the body, with the improvement of cultivation, the strength will become more powerful.

Just as he practiced the formula of killing gods again, his strength increased a lot more with each level of cultivation in the future than before. There may not be much difference in a short time, but it will gradually show up later.

At that time, leapfrog challenge will be a common thing for Nanmen maple.

There is also a drop of blood essence. He plans to apply it externally according to the tower God.

Glancing at the sleeping purple wind, Nanmen Maple took off his clothes, diluted his blood essence and slowly painted it on every corner of his body.

The burning pain came again, and the skin made a nourishing sound again. Fortunately, the surface of the body is much stronger than the body. In addition, a drop of blood essence has been melted, and the pain is several times weaker.

The running does not destroy the golden body, and the South Gate Maple slowly closes his eyes.

I have never carefully observed the appearance of this body. Now it doesn't look much worse than Su Siyuan. No one will call him "ugly" now!

The body became stronger, a punch was thrown, and a roar came from the air. Now, the power of the body alone is enough to crush him.

Zifeng was still sleeping. Nanmen Feng played a set of Nanmen family boxing he was most familiar with. His powerful body made him feel difficult to adapt for a moment.

Just two months have passed, and it's only seven or eight days outside. Nanmenfeng calmed down again to practice.

Three hours of immortal golden body formula, three hours of killing God formula, three hours of nine days of refining God code, and the last three hours of throwing wind and chopping.

Vowed to kill back to Yunzhou, nanmenfeng dare not be a bit lazy.

Time flies. A year later, Nanmen Maple cultivation finally made a breakthrough and came to the fifth floor of Zhenjing. The power of the divine soul has also become extremely powerful, and now it is much stronger than before.

After consuming a lot of miraculous medicine, the immortal golden body came to the strength of the eighth floor of the true environment. Now even the top-grade genuine weapon can't leave any marks on him.

The wind intention has been completely integrated with the throwing wind chop. With each sword cut out, the virtual shadow left in the air can hardly be seen. But this last move was always incomprehensible. Nanmen Feng didn't understand what went wrong.

This year, Zifeng has been sleeping. It may be really difficult for him to absorb this drop of blood essence without the help of Kung Fu. However, Nanmen Feng believes that when Zifeng wakes up, his strength will become stronger again.

Another year and a half later, Feng Xiuwei of Nanmen broke through the sixth floor of Zhenjing. The immortal golden body formula and the nine day alchemy code have made great progress, but there is no movement in the wind chopping.

Just when Nanmen Maple was secretly annoyed, a clear and loud hiss rang through the God killing tower.

When he ran away, he saw Zifeng standing up, his long beak rising to the sky and singing. The momentum broke out suddenly and kept climbing. The body is like a balloon and keeps growing.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that Zifeng's growing body stopped. At this time, the body is more than one meter higher than before, and the wings are more than ten feet wider.

Especially the harmless eyes of the original animals were full of violence at this time. Zifeng finally began to show the grace of the demon king zilei carving.

The momentum of climbing didn't stop. Another quarter of an hour passed before the momentum dissipated. Purple wind stopped at the peak of level 7 monster, not far from level 8 monster.

The effect of that drop of blood essence on warriors and monsters is very different. Nanmen Maple only broke through one layer with two drops of strength. If the purple wind is measured by the division of human strength, it has crossed four layers.

The fierce color in his eyes receded. He turned and saw the maple in the south gate, and immediately rushed over. If it weren't for Nanmen Maple's strong body now, I'm afraid it would overturn to the ground immediately.

The expression of Zifeng's intimacy delighted Nanmen maple. Stealing him from the demon king purple thunder eagle and growing up to this point in just a few years is also a kind of compensation, and the guilt in my heart is reduced.

"We will grow stronger together, and one day we will be able to gallop freely in the world!" Nanmen Maple gently stroked the purple wind's feathers and murmured.

As if he understood the words of Nanmen maple, Zifeng bowed his head and arched into his arms, making a cooing hiss.

"Don't know if the pill is good for Zifeng?" Nanmen Feng suddenly remembered that since humans can take the pill, so should monsters.

Take out two pills at random. They are Zhenyuan Qi pills taken by martial artists in the real world. They have a good effect on refining Zhenyuan.

Zifeng stared at the pill in Nanmen Maple's hand with dripping eyes. Suddenly, he pecked with a long beak and gulped down. There was a humanized expression in his eyes, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

Nanmen Feng smiled and took out a Ning yuan pill again. One Ning yuan pill was enough to cover three days of hard cultivation. The purple wind pecked again and Gulu went down. It made nanmenfeng laugh.

"Since you like it, there are plenty of pills." Nanmen Maple simply took out more than a dozen at a time, but Zifeng ate them all at once. His eyes stared pitifully at Nanmen maple, as if he still wanted to.

"I can only eat so much today. No more will do you no good."

More than a dozen are the amount of martial artists in a month. If they eat them up in one breath, I'm afraid it's not good for cultivation. There will always be some impurities left in the pill, which need to be dissolved slowly.

Next, with the company of Zifeng, the cultivation time will no longer become so boring, and two years will pass in the blink of an eye.

It has been nearly five years since Nanmen Maple entered the God killing tower, and it is only more than seven months outside. I had planned to shut down for a year, and it was expected that the vitality in the tower would be exhausted. Nanmenfeng had to stop practicing.

The body finally broke through again and reached the strength of the ninth floor of the true environment. Cultivation is only one step away from the seventh floor of the real world. It's a bottleneck. It's difficult to break through only by starting with boredom. It's time to go out.

Just then, a difficult problem was put in front of him. In just seven months, cultivation has soared from the third floor to the sixth floor of the real world. How to explain?

The consequences are unimaginable when someone with a heart finds out.