Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

"You are so childish! If you believe in a Warcraft, you will live to a dog for so many years! " Feng Yi Mo laughs scornfully. He doesn't know Mo Xiangwu, but this man is embarrassed again and again. What's the reason? "Who are you?" he asked

Although he feels that mohengwu is a spiritual cultivation, it seems to be unstable, which means that he has just been promoted.

"I am the patriarch of Mohism in Daochi! It's enough to represent the wishes of all the friars on the scene. Those who know their faces will hand over the treasures of the elders quickly! " Mo Heng Wu says aloud, a mouthful of "elder generation" of address you Lang, come to Mo Qiu Hui to listen of all frown.

Just now, you Lang killed more than ten thousand friars. It can be said that you have a grudge against the human race. Even if you are afraid of him, you can't call him the elder.

It turned out that he was the head of the Mohist clan. No wonder he was full of malice towards himself. He must have known what he had done to teach Mo Qilin, the younger generation of the Mohist family. So he wanted to put himself in the opposite position of the human race. Judging from the performance of all the monks, he succeeded. Everyone at the scene glared at him, as if he had done something heinous, which caused the fury of heaven Resentment.

"Well, don't you want to see the soul tower, just as you wish!" As Feng Yimo said, he put a touch on Xumi's bracelet, and the black seven story soul tower appeared in his hand, emitting a strong and strong evil spirit. At the same time, three golden elixirs appeared in the palm of his left hand. Before everyone could see them clearly, he swallowed them all. Moreover, three evil spirit beads rolled out of the soul tower and swallowed them together. Yuanying dayuanmanxiu, who was already in a critical state, began to grow madly. His breath suddenly surged up and the wind surged. It was as if something had been broken. The spirit power of thousands of feet swarmed to fengyimo. Moreover, a layer of evil spirit appeared all over him and became a statue God!

Boom.

A burst of earth shaking thunder, the sky is covered with dark clouds, black clouds rolling, thunder and lightning, shuttling in the dark clouds, the radius of thousands of feet, suddenly appeared black clouds.

The wind Yi ink floats up, the breath rises rapidly, the black hair floats in the wind, the eyes are red, the evil spirit lingers in its whole body, making people shudder and tremble, what a evil spirit! Those are three elixir pills. They are so powerful that they can't be described. They make Feng Yimo's whole body swell and his forehead become blue. If he hadn't cultivated nine changes of the dragon and made his body reach the level of the best magic weapon, he would have burst and died!

The cloud robbery gradually expanded from one thousand feet to two thousand feet, and finally reached five thousand feet. It brought great pressure to the scene, all the Terrans and demons, and began to retreat. What's more, the aura brought by robbing cloud forms a huge vortex on the top of Fengyi ink head, and madly instills it into Fengyi ink.

"Well, he's trying to break through the spirit here!" All the people were shocked, especially the old monsters in the period of deification. They all experienced the process of deification and had advanced experience of deification. It's not hard to see that Feng Yimo wanted to break through the deification by force.

Does he think that after being transformed into a spirit, he can be the opponent of a black faced man?

Since the contradiction and conflict between Feng Yimo and the human race, Youlang has become a bystander. He looks on coldly and despises the human race more and more. Seeing that Feng Yimo suddenly starts to attack the barrier and is ready to transform the spirit, he is slightly stunned, and then squints his eyes. "It's interesting that this kind of person is different from others. Does he naively think that transforming the spirit is his opponent? How ridiculous

In the heart of you wolf, no one in the whole net heaven will be his opponent!

"Son of a bitch! Feng Yimo, you are too selfish and heartless! For the sake of his own self-interest, he even ignored the lives of millions of friars and tried to fight against his predecessors with the power of a fat Mayer. It's wishful thinking! " Mo hengwu was surprised and angry when he saw this scene. Feng Yimo was so young that if he succeeded in transforming himself into a deity, it would not only be a threat to his own Mohist family, but also cause the anger of the black faced big man. All the people were implicated, so he gave a deep salute to you Wolf: "elder, please kill this boy who doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth!"

"Go away! What are you, dare to let me do it You wolf didn't put Feng Yi Mo in his eyes. He was looking at the magnificent cloud. He was suddenly interrupted by Mo hengwu. He was discontented. With a wave of his hand, he slapped Mo hengwu in the face and immediately flew him out.

Mo Heng Wu screamed and flew out hundreds of feet, half of his face collapsed, blood and flesh blurred, showing white bones.

Click!

Robbed cloud finally released the first lightning, split to the wind Yi mo.

Feng Yimo's eyes are wide open. He runs Yin Yang Jue, jiutiangang fengjue and Shenlong Jiubian crazily. He absorbs the huge aura from inside and outside his body. He doesn't look at the thunder and let the thunder and lightning fall on him.

"Ah

Xue Ying almost exclaimed. She covered her lips with her little hand and looked at Feng Yi Mo floating in the air in disbelief. She was so surprised and happy that she was happy for Feng Yi mo. She really didn't expect that Fengyi ink had been perfect for more than 20 years, and could transform the spirit. Moreover, from the perspective of breath and spiritual power, it was very powerful, several times stronger than when she transformed the spirit!

"Yimo, come on! Sister, I believe you will succeed and beat that bastard! "Mo Qiuhui also widened his eyes and looked up at Feng Yimo in the air. He was in a complicated mood. The monk who was less than 80 years old in the spirit transforming period had no future, at least never before. No one in the Mohist school could match his talent!

He began to regret. Why didn't he stand on the side of Feng Yi mo before and say a fair word?

Click! Click!

After several thunder robberies, Feng Yimo still didn't have any defense. He resisted the thunder robberies only by his physical body. Many monks below were stunned and surprised. Was his physical body so powerful?

Moreover, with the oppression of several thunder robberies, the spiritual power in the body is no longer rampant. On the contrary, it straightens out a lot. A gap is opened in the door of the long lost god transforming barrier, and a stream of enlightenment rushes into Feng Yimo's mind. The yuan God in the sea of knowledge quickly penetrates into yuan baby and begins to merge.

And the Yin and Yang pictures suspended in the Dantian field rotate quickly, and the lines of Taoist rhyme disperse layer by layer, and extend to all parts of Fengyi ink body, emitting an amazing breath!

At this moment, Feng Yimo felt that he was full of power. He had a better understanding of the patterns of Daoyun and the rules. With the operation of the nine changes of the dragon, there was a trace of thunder and lightning in his bones. The Dragon itself was the sacred beast that made the wind and rain, and controlled the thunder and lightning. Besides, there was a dragon called Thunder Dragon!

With the momentum of powerful several times, wind Yi ink mouth up, showing a successful smile, body shape a flash, appeared in millions of demons over.

Boom! Click! Click!

Because under the cloud, suddenly there are countless demons. The heavy cloud begins to roar and roll, and the height reaches ten thousand feet. The whole sky is filled with the cloud.