Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

On the other side, Chang Er Yeh and Peng Zhai master hand in hand, a punch to the Peng Zhai master back, just about to lay heavy hand, suddenly see seventeen inexplicably dead, in the heart of horror, quickly step away, wary of looking at Feng Yi Mo: "little brother is who?"

Wind Yi Mo indifferent smile, "the road is uneven, someone shovel, things are uneven, someone tube.". I just can't stand you bullying an old man and a child. What's more, the old man gave me a roast chicken and a bowl of wine last night. As the saying goes, if I eat someone else's roast chicken and drink someone else's wine, I have to do something. "

Chang Er Ye's face was uncertain. He waved his hand, "go on, kill him!"

The remaining 16 people pull out their weapons and roar to the wind Yi Mo, with the posture of tearing him to pieces.

Peng Zhai's master, Feng Yimo, was so surprised and happy that he saw sixteen people killing Xiang Feng Yimo together. He immediately worried and said, "let's go, little brother. There are so many of them. If you can save my grandson, I will die in peace."

Feng Yimo was still standing by the campfire, fearless. He saw sixteen people running to the front of him, kicking with both feet. The burning firewood on the ground flew up one by one and became a spear, penetrating the body of sixteen people. One firewood even wore two people. The two people were strung together like sugar gourd and fell to the ground in disbelief.

Chang Er ye, Peng Zhai Zhu and Qu San are all shocked. How can Wen Zou's scholar be so powerful? What kind of Kung Fu is it?

Chang Er Yeh was the first to react. He turned pale and rose up. He fell on a horse and ran away. However, a thread of fire flew out of the temple. Chang Er Yeh only felt a pain in his back. A charred firewood came out of his chest. His body plumped down from the horse's back. Blood gushed out of his mouth, mixed in the rain and slowly flowed away.

Wind Yi Mo goes to Qu San. At this time, Qu San's face turns pale and looks at him in horror. His mouth opens a few times and doesn't reveal a word.

"Do you wonder why the poison doesn't work?" Wind Yi Mo asks a way.

Qu sanran nodded, suspecting that he had bought a fake.

"It's not that the poison doesn't work, but it doesn't work for me. If you don't believe it, you can have a try." With that, Feng Yimo suddenly opened his mouth, a black bead flew out and hit Qu San's face with a slap. The bead broke, and the black liquid stained Qu Sany's face. He immediately screamed, and his hands kept scratching on his face, and soon it was bloody. Then the muscles on his face and neck began to rot, and ten fingers were bloody, and the meat fell off one by one, soon, a good one Good people become a pile of bones.

What a poison!

Village leader Peng was surprised. He was so poisonous that the young people didn't have anything to do with it. Knowing this, he quickly fell to his knees and said, "thank you for your help, or our grandparents and grandchildren will be buried in the temple. Thank you for your help!"

Feng Yimo reaches out his hand to help the village leader Peng and asks seriously, "is there anything left to do for you, old man? I can help you finish it." He saw that leader Peng had reached the time when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. He could not return to heaven. What he could do was to fulfill his last wish.

The leader of Peng village shakes a few times and sits down on the ground. He reaches for his grandson and says, "Mo'er, kowtow to the immortal!"

The little boy knelt down and banged his head for three times. The master of Peng village said, "I hope Shangxian can accept Mo'er as an apprentice. I hope he can go to the fairyland, so I have no regrets."

Feng Yimo took the little boy's hand and said seriously: "old man, please don't worry. If Mo'er has spiritual roots, I will teach him magic and Gongfa. If he doesn't have spiritual roots and can't practice, I will protect his rich side and live a long life!"

The old man looked grateful and trembled. He took out a yellow book from his arms: "Shangxian, this book has been left by his ancestors for thousands of years. I don't think I can repay it. I just hope this book can be read by Shangxian. To tell you the truth, there was an immortal in our ancestors, but later the immortal disappeared, which gradually declined and was bullied. Alas I'm very lucky to meet Shangxian. I think Shangxian looks extraordinary. In the future, he will be proud of himself... "

The old man's words have not finished, eyes closed, ran long speech!

"Grandfather!" Peng Mo'er lay down on the old man and burst into tears.

Wind Yi ink took the book, see the cover, eyes can't help but shrink: "look at the gas technique!"

Wangqi is a mysterious magic. It can see the happiness and misfortune of others, their fortune and their state. Some friars can hide their accomplishments in a variety of secret ways, but there is no escape under the Wangqi skill. In ancient times, there were big prophecy and small prophecy. Wangqi was a low-level version evolved from these two top-level fairy arts, but it was enough to shock the cultivation world!

The reason why Feng Yimo can see that the life of village leader Peng will not be long is that he practices Yin Yang Jue and has a thorough understanding of life and death. He realizes that the life of village leader Peng is gloomy and full of dead Qi. If he practices Wang Qi skill, he will lose his life.

After receiving Wang Qi Shu, Feng Yimo has a lot of feelings. The family of Xiuxian who can have Wang Qi Shu must be different, but it is still declining to the point of severing posterity. Peng Mo'er has no spiritual root in front of him, that is to say, the Peng family will never be able to set foot in the world of Xiuzhen! He just said that if he didn't make it clear, he hoped to give Peng village leader a hope and make him smile.Peng Mo'er cried for a while, dried his tears, turned around and kowtowed to Feng Yi Mo three times: "Mo'er begged the immortal to teach fairy art, waiting for Mo'er's cultivation to be successful, to avenge his grandfather!"

Feng Yimo sighed. His left hand reached out and grasped the emptiness. When he died, the second master often flew a secret script out of his arms and left it in his hand. He handed it to Peng Mo'er and said, "you don't have spiritual roots. You can't practice. The power of this lethal thirteen moves is extraordinary. You can practice it."

Peng Mo'er was stunned. He thought he could cultivate immortals completely, but the immortal said that he could not cultivate, so he could only practice martial arts. He was disappointed, but he still held out his little hand to take over the "lethal thirteen moves" and said: "thank you very much

Feng Yi Mo accepted Peng Zhai's "Wang Qi Shu", but he couldn't bring Peng Mo'er into the fairyland. He felt guilty and said, "Mo'er, you may suffer, but you are not afraid of pain?"

Peng Mo'er showed a surprise expression, "immortal, but there is a way to let Mo'er practice?"

Feng Yimo shook his head. "Ordinary people don't have spiritual roots. It's very difficult to cultivate. Unless I can change my life and heaven, I can't do it now. However, I can make it easier for you to change your muscles and bones and practice martial arts, but this process is very painful. Can you resist it? "

Peng Mo'er was disappointed, and his face became very firm: "Mo'er can hold back, please teach me!"

Feng Yimo nods with satisfaction. The child is young, but he is very sensible. He must have suffered a lot along the way with his grandfather.

After burying the corpse in the yard, Feng Yimo made a liquid with gulingdan that night and wiped Peng Mo'er's whole body to change his muscles and bones. Xiao Mo'er fainted after several times of pain, but he didn't cry out, and let Feng Yimo take a look.