Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

In addition, the Liuhong wind chasing sword, which had not appeared for a long time, was sacrificed with a joyful hum. Without the command of Feng Yimo, it was beheaded to another late Yuan infant monk alone.

The old man was surprised and angry, and cried out: "sixth younger martial brother! Ah, boy, I'll kill you! " As he urged, his best flying sword trembled violently, boom! The sound of, the Yin and Yang wheel Bang smash, straight to the wind B ink head cut off!

Unfortunately, without waiting for Feng Yimo to make any action, the rosefinch has come to him with high morale. With a wave of his wings, two groups of flames come. At the same time, a more fiery flame comes out of his mouth, and three flames roll to the flying sword at the same time!

The old man roared and a magic formula was played. The best flying sword was covered with frost, and the Shura black core flame fell on it, rising out a piece of water vapor, weakening the power of the flame.

The wind Yi Mo Yi a, didn't expect that the best flying sword is a rare ice attribute magic weapon, immediately pointed out, it is the cold day refers to endless, a more than ten Zhang long finger from the sky, straight to the old point down.

The old man was shocked and retreated in a hurry. But that day, his finger was like a maggot of tarsal bone. He followed closely, which made him feel unavoidable. When he couldn't avoid it, his right hand burst out in a hurry.

Bang!

The old man was blown out tens of feet by the sky finger, and his right arm sleeve turned into countless butterflies flying, revealing a thin arm, hanging down on his side, obviously unable to continue to use.

Ah!

There was a scream. The old man looked around and found that only two of the four younger martial brothers and sisters were left. He ran to him in panic: "elder martial brother Tian, help

The other two had disappeared long ago, leaving only two white skeletons. All their flesh and blood were absorbed by the blood devil.

In a short time, three younger martial brothers died. The old man felt powerless and said, "stop! Daoyou, stop it. We've lost it! "

But Feng Yimo didn't think so. He let the tiger go back to the mountain, no doubt to find trouble for himself, and he didn't answer. It was another cold day, but this time it was a collapse!

Click!

In front of the old man, the space is distorted and interlaced, forming a gap of more than ten feet, like a monster's mouth, to devour everything!

The old man's soul is in danger. He can't care for his younger martial brothers and sisters who ask for help. He doesn't even care about the best flying sword entangled by the rosefinch. He pinches the secret with his left hand, burns the blood essence, turns into a black smoke, and escapes to the distance.

As soon as Feng Yimo shakes his hand, the puppet of Vajra Buddha appears to deal with several people at the scene. He uses the shadow of the moon to escape and follows the old man.

In the face of the five level high-level puppets, who have been killed by Zhuque and Liuhong wind chasing sword, the three yuan infant friars at the scene are soon ambushed. Zhuque falls on the Liuhong wind chasing sword with a roll of storage bag, storage ring and top-quality flying sword, and takes the Vajra Buddha puppet and the low-level devil emperor to chase after fengyimo.

The old man fled in fear, constantly burning blood essence and life span, but he always felt that he did not get rid of the young monk.

"My father-in-law, where are you in a hurry? Don't you care about your younger martial brothers and sisters? " Feng Yimo's abusive voice sounded in the old man's ear, which made him startled. He looked around blankly, but he didn't see feng Yimo's figure.

"Master, please give me a hand and spare my life. The little old man has no eyes. He doesn't know that the elder is practicing here. He is blinded by lard and covets the treasure of the elder. As long as he can spare his life, he will be driven by the elder! " The old man stopped and began to beg for mercy.

Feng Yimo hides himself in the shadow of the old man, and integrates the heavenly stratagem into his divine knowledge. His wise eyes keep flashing, reflecting the old man's thought: hum, when I return to the sect and ask my martial uncle to come out of the mountain, I will surely let you live or die! I want to cut off your limbs, waste your cultivation, and then throw it into the poison, let all kinds of poisonous insects eat it!

Knowing the old man's true thoughts, Feng Yimo sneers in his heart. He still wants to deceive himself with this little trick. The old man looks down on himself too much. His hands are clasped, and the wheels of yin and Yang roar on the old man's back.

The old man screamed, and half of his body was blown away, which made him not be shaken. He quickly turned the mana to try to recover the injury. However, half of his body wound was covered with a layer of black dead air, absorbing the spiritual power and blood gas in his body.

The old man quickly put on the storage ring, and just took out two healing elixirs. A black-and-white yin-yang wheel with a diameter of more than eight feet appeared and thundered on his only body.

"Forgive me, master!" The old man was scared to beg for mercy, but it was too late. The black and white wheel was cut on his body, and the black and white light immediately flooded his body. When the light dissipated, only half a skeleton was left, and all the blood essence was swallowed up by the Yin and Yang wheel.

Received the old man's storage ring, wind B ink into a shadow, to meet the pursuit of rosefinch.

"Yes, my Lord!" The low-level devil emperor saw Feng Yimo, shivering all over and kneeling on one knee.

"Get up. You don't know that your demons no longer exist in foreign battlefields. Less than half of the demons survived. Follow me in the future. " The breeze Yi Mo lightly says.

How dare the low-level demon emperor say no? He immediately clasped his fist: "Yage, please obey your instructions."

Feng Yimo smiles. The devil emperor, who is called Yage, is too timid to disobey himself. He says, "by the way, this is not the pure heaven, but the spirit world. Specifically, it is one of the 36 spirit worlds, the little world."Spirit world? Yago was stunned. Didn't he say that the adults had risen?

With a wise eye, Feng Yi Mo didn't break the idea of Yage. Instead, he gave a profound smile, collected the storage bag, storage ring, Liuhong wind chasing sword and Vajra Buddha, and went straight to Tongque village. Now that he had regained his divine consciousness, he could give the little Tongque a rein in his divine consciousness and teach his skills.

However, before that, he opened the storage ring and storage bag of the seven people to see if there were any more advanced jade slips.

After checking all of them, Feng Yimo shakes his head in disappointment. It's all low-level skills, which can't catch up with Yin Yang formula and jiutiangang formula. Well, by the way, there's Lingxiao formula obtained in Miluo mountain. I can't see the content clearly. I don't know if I can see the whole content now.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi Mo quickly found the jade slip of Lingxiao Jue in the bracelet. When the strong divine sense penetrated into it, the whole text appeared in his mind.

When Feng Yimo finished reading the Lingxiao formula, he couldn't help taking a deep breath. Lingxiao Jue is the skill of LingXiao palace in the immortal world. The starting point is the period of transforming gods. It can be practiced all the time to Daluo Jinxian!

It's no wonder that we couldn't see through its contents before. It turned out to be something of the fairyland, but how could the treasure of the fairyland appear in the little pure heaven?

If Lingxiao formula is spread out, even in Xiaohuan world, it will cause a bloodbath!

Feng Yimo silently remembers the method of transforming the spirit. He puts more than a hundred spiritual prohibitions on the jade slips and buries them under the Xumi Bracelet medicine field.