Peerless Martial God

Seeing the ink, Lin Feng and Tang's faint body stopped, quietly standing in the void.

At the same time, people in the distance, constantly whistling, arrived here, but when they saw the ink, they all stood far, not too close, who knows whether ink will Suddenly killing them, killing them and taking their cultivation seeds.

After all, the power of 禹墨不知道, one of the most outstanding eight of the geniuses of the four empire of the snowy region, has a magical gossip.

"I want to fish in the water!"

Lin Feng indifferently glanced around the crowd, those people did not dare to approach the ink, but dared to approach him, one by one surrounded by him, ready to kill him, fifteen stars, kill Lin Feng, you get directly Fifteen cultivation seeds, this temptation is too strong, and once they have fifteen cultivation seeds, once they enter the temple, they do not know what powerful treasures they can get, who can hold back the greedy heart.

"All for me."

Lin Feng stood calmly, and said indifferently, let those people look a little condensed, then sneer, this Lin Feng is so courageous, arrogant, dare to ask them all to roll, ask, if there is no ink, they Lin Feng has already been shot, and Lin Feng can be so arrogant.

No one moved, no one put Lin Feng in his eyes, and ink was not in a hurry. So many people were there, he was thinking, how can I get more cultivation seeds, Lin Feng’s body, and these people’s bodies. He wants all, if all is obtained, enough to enter the temple of the three or four, in exchange for the most powerful magical powers, this temptation, he can not resist.

Greed, because of its strength, so the greed of the ink is also bigger, what he wants is not only the fifteen cultivation seeds of Lin Feng.

Seeing the crowd did not move, Lin Feng's eyes flashed a cold mang, whispering in his mouth, spit out the mysterious Sanskrit, a little golden light of the Buddha, floating in front of Lin Feng, more and more.

The golden light circulates and floats in front of Lin Feng. It is extremely esoteric, and the eyes of the crowd are staring at it. These golden lights, like the golden light of the Buddha, are so profound and unpredictable.

Immediately, Lin Feng’s body began to flash with gold awns. In his body, it seemed to extend a lot of illusory palms, swirling in a fan shape.

"Thousand Buddhas, kill!"

Lin Feng screamed, the endless Jinguang Sanskrit attached to Lin Feng's illusory palm, turned into a pair of horrible golden palm prints, smashing the past in all directions, Jin Mang flashed away, so fast that the crowd could not react.

"Boom, bang, bang..."

Thousands of Buddhas were killed by the moment, and some people who were weakened had no resistance. They were directly bombarded, and the blood was constantly sprayed out. Those who were powerful, resisted in a hurry, and swayed with the thousand Buddhas. The arm trembles constantly, and the thousand Buddha seals seem to be invincible, with the pressure of Buddhism and the town, and the momentum is like thunder.

"Faithful, kill."

Lin Feng gave a sigh of relief, and Tang’s faintness immediately met.

"Thousands of shadows are like dreams!"

Whispering and drinking, suddenly the faint body of Tang was transformed into thousands of pieces, and turned into countless afterimages fluttering in the void.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A gentle voice trembled, and then the crowd saw a body that fell weakly toward the sky, where the image was passed, and the person died.

"Retreat, retreat..."

Many people sneaked away and swayed toward the rear, but those who had just been hit by Lin Feng’s thousand Buddha prints couldn’t retreat. The shadows of Tang’s faintness were too fast, like a gust of wind rolling around. Space is just a moment of work. When Tang returned to its original place, there were already five or six people falling down the sky, and Tang’s faint eyebrows also had a ten-point starlight.

Lin Feng injured those people with thousands of Buddha seals, and then shouted her name. How could Tang Youqing not understand, Lin Feng, is to give these cultivation seeds to her, these people, let her kill.

Seeing the secluded back of Tang, Lin Feng swept away with a cold eye, and once again looked at the crowds in the distance. His eyes were covered with a cold sharpness, which made those people tremble and never dared to despise Lin Feng.

Thousand Buddhas and Seals, each of the Buddha's seals is full of the seven-strike terrorist attack power. What is even more terrifying is that the thousand Buddha seals with the power of suppression and the speed of terror are unprepared.

"Is this the power of the gods in the temple!"

The crowd is greedy and retreating, greedy to cultivate seeds, retreating is the ability to avoid the magical power that Lin Feng obtained from the temple.

"Temple."

The light in the eyes of the ink is sharper. The stronger Lin Feng is, the more excited he is, which proves that the magical power acquired in the temple is more powerful.

"Five, ten, twenty-five cultivation seeds."

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"It's all mine!"

On the body of the ink, the real yuan screams, his long hair, clothes, frantically fluttering.

The footsteps trembled, and the body of the ink disappeared from the original place. Lin Feng’s eyes were stunned and his eyes were staring at the ink, and he saw the moment of ink appearing in front of him.

"wind!"

Lin Feng's body is like a breeze, moving with the space, disappearing in place.

At the same time, Lin Feng's body glittered, and the endless golden light covered his body, and he was covered with a layer of golden Buddha light.

"Can you go?"

In the mouth of the ink, a voice of indifference was spit out, and his pupils gradually turned into a gray color, like a gossip pattern.

Lin Feng only felt that the space around her body seemed to be distorted, making his body stiff, as if he was trapped in the mud, and the space was a bit confusing.

"Give me back."

The hands of the ink were caught in the air, the power of the real yuan was crazy, and the horrible vortex force pulled Lin Feng’s body. The speed of Lin Feng seemed to have stagnated, and it was completely dead there.

The power of this whirlpool is the magical method that the ink is obtained from the temple, plus his eyes of the gossip, so it complements each other.

"kill."

In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng arrived in front of Lin Feng, and both palms rushed out. When the palms were not there, Lin Feng felt extremely horrible, and Feng Yuan really seemed to tear his body apart.

"The golden body does not die."

Lin Feng screamed and spit out the endless Sanskrit in his mouth. His palm slammed out, and a huge golden golden Buddha's palm print slammed toward the ink.

"boom!"

The terrible power collided in one piece, and the golden Buddha's palm print burst into pieces, turning into a little starlight, and the palms of the ink were still on, and they rushed to Lin Feng.

"kill!"

At the same time, however, a cold voice was introduced into the ear of the ink, and a destructive force came from behind him. It was a faint attack by Tang.

"Get out."

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"boom!"

The two palms of the ink ink collide with Lin Feng's raised palms, and the sound of the cymbals rang out, and the golden body shattered and turned into a golden glow.

"fire."

Lin Feng's body flew back, but at the moment when Zhai Mo and his palms collided, a flame burst into flames and directly attacked the palm of the ink. The flame was extremely strong.

The brows of the ink brows, the horrible real power will cover the whole body, but the flame seems to be extraordinarily tenacious, and it is not immediately extinguished.

"boom!"

A terrible breath was thrown out of the body of the ink, and the flame was completely extinguished. At the same time, his body turned, and the palm of the hand collided with the attacking Tang, and the body of Tang was banged back. .

Lin Feng stood above the void, his mouth with a trace of blood, his eyes staring indifferently, and Xuanwujing eight-fold peak repair, one of the eight strongest geniuses, really great.

Although he has 6,300 Buddha magic power, the Buddha's Buddhism does not destroy the golden body, but in the face of the horrible attack of the ink, the golden body is still fragmented, and the power of the Buddha is huge.

And this is still the ink, the heavenly emperor's tomb of the heavenly empire, the strength is even stronger than the ink, do not know how horrible.

"The Buddha is turned nine times, and the body is turned into a Buddha."

Lin Feng's eyes are solemn, the power of the Buddha's magic is violently flowing in the body, constantly changing, the nine Buddhas and nine devils, the Buddha's magic nine turns, Lin Feng's body, sometimes with gold light, such as Buddha, sometimes dark, dip, cold, magic.

Buddha magic nine turns, gather the body of the Buddha.