Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo was shocked. This is a monster that can perform magic. It should be considered a second-class monster. He quickly turned around and dodged away. The fireball fell to the ground with a bang, which blew the ground out of a big pit with a diameter of about 10 meters. He was extremely shocked. How could he be killed if he was hit by the fireball?

Wu Gou was sacrificed by him. At the same time, he held a low-grade spirit weapon in his hand and was ready to attack himself. The burning ape seemed to know Wu Gou's strength, and even jumped to dodge. His action was extremely fast. Feng Yimo sees this, right hand pinches Jue, a spirit power hits, Wu hook trembles, speed increases 20%, Shua's split on the back of the burning ape. It's just a spiritual power, which also consumes half of the remaining spiritual power in Feng Yimo's body. If he can't dry the burning ape next time, he has to continue to run away.

Poof! Wu Gou cut the ape's back like lightning, which disappointed Feng Yimo. He thought he could break at least half of the ape's body. Unexpectedly, he only cut a foot long hole, and the blood gushed out. The ape barked in pain. His long red hair stood up, like a burning flame.

Roar!

The burning ape roared, two fists stormed out and hit Wu Gou. Wu Gou trembled violently and wailed.

This is the moment! Feng Yi Mo saw that the ape's back was aimed at him, and spewed out a mouthful of blood essence on the lower flying sword weapon in his hand. Then he drank: "disease!"

The flying sword with a red light, instantly stabbed into the burn ape back wound, wind Yi Mo heart dark drink: "explosion!"

With a loud bang, the flying sword blew itself up and blew up half of the burning ape's body, but it didn't die completely. It turned around and looked at Feng Yimo with hatred, and its eyes were very fierce. The wind Yi Mo heart a Lin, finger a little, in mid air of Wu hook rapid fall, all of a sudden cut off the fire ape's head, then his hand a move, call back Wu hook, fly like escape, he dare not delay a moment, because he know, he killed the fire ape, its owner will have reaction.

Sure enough, after the head of the burning ape flew into the air, the friar in red realized that his spirit pet was dead. His face was gloomy, and the burning ape could be promoted to the second level monster immediately. It was a pity that he died like this, so he hated Feng Yimo. He looked at the huge pit, and saw that there was still no movement. If he didn't take revenge on the burning ape, he couldn't get by, so he was in a flash, disappeared in the same place, and turned into a red escape light.

Feng Yimo threw a handful of tonic elixir into his mouth and quickly absorbed it. Feng Yimo pushed it to the extreme, leaving only a shadow in the air. However, his speed was still too slow, and the friar in red soon caught up with him.

"Boy, if you dare to kill my spirit pet, I have to strip my skin and cramp my soul and refine my soul!" The red Friar's vicious voice came from afar. When he was twenty feet away from Feng Yimo, he suddenly made a move. A big hand of spirit power about twenty feet in size appeared out of thin air and grabbed at Feng Yimo's back.

Feng Yimo's mouth was bitter. How could he be so unlucky? All the people he met were the ancestors of Jindan. This one was also a later monk of Jindan. His spiritual power was so strong that his palmprint could be clearly seen. Obviously, he was quite warm. At this time, he did not dare to hide anything. Two inferior spiritual weapons were sacrificed by him at the same time and shot at the spiritual power. He said in his heart: "explosion!"

With two roars, the self explosion of the inferior spirit weapon only made the spirit power hand go through hundreds of holes, but it didn't break up. Fortunately, Wu Gou flew in time, and suddenly split the broken spirit power hand in two and completely dissipated.

"Eh, I'm very determined. I'll see how many spirit weapons you have to explode by yourself!" The friar in red was surprised, and then he continued to pour out a big hand.

However, Feng Yimo did not cherish the sacrifice of two inferior spirit tools, which burst the power of the spirit, making the friars in red even more surprised.

In this way, Feng Yimo kept running away and exploding his own spirit weapon, which made him escape thousands of miles to the edge of a red magma pool. He secretly complained that this was the place he needed to make pills, but there was no hiding place. The red friars in the back of the golden elixir seemed to play a trick on themselves, and they didn't want to move the real thing. They just used their spirit power over and over again With big hands, he looked at the bubbling magma pool and ran to the depth without hesitation.

"It's time to end." The friar in red presented a blue whip, which was so powerful that it turned out to be a magic weapon. The whip was five feet long. The head of the whip seemed to be alive. It was raised high and rolled to the back of Feng Yimo.

Feng Yimo had been ready for a long time. He patted the shenxingfu on his back, and his body suddenly jumped out of his 20 feet, so he could avoid the whip.

"Ha ha, there are a lot of good things, but what about that?" The friar in red is more and more interested in Feng Yimo. As soon as he shakes the magic weapon of the whip, he moves again. Suddenly, his face changes greatly, his figure shoots backwards, and he flies towards the giant pit.

He left the mark of divine consciousness in the huge pit, and found that there was movement under the pit. That was the most important thing. In front of him, he was just playing with ants.

Feng Yimo didn't know why the friar in red left suddenly. He was relieved, but he quickened his pace and didn't dare to stop. He ran to the center of the magma pool.

There are many protruding stones in the magma pool. Soaking in the magma, they are burning hot. He can only use the tip of his foot to fly over them as fast as he can. Even so, the tip of his foot is burning sore, and the boots under his feet are emitting blue smoke and are about to be burned.After more than ten miles, there was a sea of fire all around. It seemed that there was a huge magma source in the distance, and hot magma was gushing out all around. Feng Yimo was sweating, and the sweat was evaporated before landing. He jumped onto a high hill, hid in the only cave, and began to work to dispel the heat.

Yin Yang Jue is divided into two parts: upper Yang Jue and lower Yin Jue. When he runs Yang Jue, his whole body is hot and dry, his skin is red, and he can absorb the hot aura around much faster. When he runs Yin Jue, there is a cold surge in the depths of Dantian, which is as comfortable and cool as a cup of ice plum soup in dog days.

However, the heat and cold made him uncomfortable. Later, he was so cruel that he stopped practicing Yin Jue and practiced Yang Jue all the time. It made him feel like he was in the middle of a fire. He couldn't even put on his clothes. He took off his clothes and sat on the top of the mountain naked, concentrating on his cultivation. His skin became more and more red, like a cooked crab. Finally, the air around his body twisted and entered a mysterious state.

The friar in red flew to the side of the huge pit as fast as he could and looked into the pit. He was stunned. Just now, it was still a huge pile of corpses like a hill. At this time, it was empty and there were no corpses. He quickly spread his divine sense, and immediately found that the original breath of fear at the bottom of the pit was gone. He was about to go crazy, so he jumped down the huge pit and looked for it carefully. After burning incense, the middle-aged friar in red looked up and roared: "boy, you've ruined my good deeds. I won't spare you. If you don't take out my soul and burn it for 49 days, I will never stop!"