Guardian Chapter 149: No bones, Zhenxi King

Time forward slightly.

Jin Fengwei's wind, fire, and spiritual body merged into one, and a half-step physical body propped up the realm where he would touch the threshold.

A domain is also a domain ban.

He saw through Fan Xiaoxi's source shadow kill.

The half-step Dhammakaya appeared in the empty place, punching through the void with a punch.

Fan Xiaoxi slammed into the ground as a **** star.

Feng Bucheng's three swords are transformed into thousands, and the swords become one again.

A sword shadow that straddled the whole Dingcheng slashed down.

There is no river in Dingcheng.

Under this sword, there has since been a river running through things.

The power of a sword changes heaven and earth.

Li Lanzhi is deep in Jianhe, with exposed spine, bone-piercing all over his body, and his hideous bone spurs are broken by roots.

The strong resilience of the Zombie is not helpful at this time, and the crazy sword intent is arrogant in her body.

Li Lanzhi was defeated and his life was worrying.

Han Lin merged with Biao under his seat, and his strength skyrocketed.

He broke the inherent impression that the engraver of the seal carving array was weak.

Han Linhu leaped forward, swallowing the sky with great momentum.

Half-step sturdy body, like a swallowing beast god, Fengyun bows its head for it.

The cloud is from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.

Three tigers become a tiger.

The color of the wind and cloud is even more unstoppable.

Han Linggou moved so that the world changed color.

A sky-reaching cage fell from the sky.

This is his first kill array and one of his most powerful methods.

The first kill.

Chen Jingyan is like being tortured by thousands of swords.

His body is like a broken glass ball, with more and more dense cracks.

Chen Jingyan continues to stimulate the blood of the zombie family, and the damage and cracks are constantly repaired and appear again.

He clanged, knelt on one knee, and fought hard in the killing line.

The situation gradually became clear.

The Big Three in Kyoto.

The means to remove the bottom of the pressure box.

Complete victory.

Feng Bucheng grabbed the corpse and roared light and shadow.

Jin Fengwei's wind and fire spirit body blocked his way, and his body rose into the sky.

A sturdy palm the size of a millstone fell from the sky covering Lieutenant Jin Feng.

"Fortune Pill, it is better for my surname Han to be handed over to the emperor." Han Lin rose in the air, his eyes flashed brightly, faintly implying that he was also one of the royal family and an ancestor-level existence.

Feng Bu took a pause in his figure, with white beard flying, staring at Jin Fengwei's wind and fire spirit body, his strong killing intent slowly faded.

Jin Fengwei turned back in midair, appeared behind the spirit body, and silently put away the condensed and non-spoken tactics.

The three giants had their own minds, and they almost turned their faces on the spot just after defeating the enemy.

At this moment, the sudden movement is shaking the world.

The direction of the blood pool.

The crustal movement is generally squeezing each other, and a mountain rises from the ground.

That's not mountains and rivers.

It's a giant flowing thick blood plasma, surrounded by evil spirits.

On his chest is the pool of blood.

Four hideous prison pillars, like ribs turned out on his chest.

He got up there, like a **** ghost.

The huge pool of blood will be the size of his chest.

The entire Dingcheng, against the backdrop of his huge body, is almost like a baby swimming pool.

The zombie clan does not melt bones, and is one of the strongest combat powers under the seat of the Zang Emperor.

The murderer who was suppressed at the bottom of the Eighteenth Prison at the same time as the corpse roar and the broken soul.

Being banned most of the strength by Taizu with the Prison Pillar, it became the surviving zombie clan, which is the energy source of the so-called undead clan.

The secret method of refining the corpse of the corpse-back person is also derived from him.

Chen Feng called the Soul Zhongli in the Market of Life and Death. During his life, he learned that the ancestor of the corpse-back was a boneless body, but in fact it was only a very small part of his body.

Under the Dirty Emperor's seat, there were two peak combat powers that year, both of which were not bones.

Its name is bone, and its name is burial.

Zangdi split his own name into two, which shows that he attaches great importance to these two.

In the battle between Yin and Yang, the two do not melt their bones, and they disappear with the zang emperor.

Bone was defeated by Taizu, and the prison pillar was banned.

The giant that looks like a ghost and **** in front of me is the boneless bone.

My heart is actually a pool of blood.

The zombie tribe sacrificed to Tanzhou, a pill for the corpse roar and the remnant soul, to recreate a strong character like a dirty emperor.

The second is to feed the bones and relieve the prison pillars in his heart.

From the beginning of the Jigu Sect’s rebellion, it is interlocking and has far-reaching plans.

Even if it is seen through by Dashun Chaotang.

As long as the ban on bones is lifted, the goal will also be achieved.

"Without the good fortune pill, there is still no bone." Li Lanzhi, who was dying with a cracked bone spur, looked at the giant rising up from the sky, and his spirits mentioned the extreme.

She laughed wildly, as if she could foresee the outcome of the Big Three.

With a roar of bones, it was like thunder shaking the sky, and the clouds were shaken out of the rolling sea of ​​clouds.

He opened his mouth and took a breath.

Hovering in the sky above Dingcheng, hundreds of thousands of souls turned into a whirlpool of souls, which he kept sucking into his mouth.

The wind is blowing.

The overcast wind swept across, as violent as a hurricane.

The ruins of Dingcheng are not affected.

This is a pull against the soul.

Chen Feng and others, in this hurricane, the physical body was not affected, but the soul body was constantly being pulled, and it was about to leave the physical body.

Chen Feng made a decisive decision, rubbing the God Lantern, and put Huanhong and the others in.

Half of his soul body has been separated.

The soul body exposed outside the body was pulled out of a vague afterimage.

Fortunately, Chen Feng's soul body, drank the soul wine gifted by the big tongue, took the high-concentration yellow spring water and soaked in the bath, the toughness is different from ordinary people.

He carved the knife in his hand, inserted the stone slab, and his soul body gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and was pulled into a banner floating in the sky.

It's difficult, but it happens to be able to counter the pulling force.

Looking at the endless soul, the whirlpool is drawn into the boneless mouth like flowing water.

Chen Feng's heart is bleeding.

For such a huge number of souls, if they are called souls, their cultivation base alone would be enough to rise to the pinnacle of the world.

Chen Feng drank soup without breaking the bones and eating meat.

He summoned Linglong Scale, but he didn't dare to move rashly.

Just call the soul that flows away from the side.

The soul sea rushing into the direction of no bones, cut off a trivial soul stream beside Chen Feng.

In front of hundreds of thousands or even millions of souls, Chen Feng said that the number of souls is negligible.

But the base number is wide enough, and this negligible number, in Chen Feng's case, has become hundreds of thousands.

Chen Feng's reckless voice rang densely.

Soul weight, star rating, rewards, judgments, and atlases are constantly turning pages like swiping the screen on the Yin and Yang album.

At this moment, Chen Feng didn't have time to watch the rewards, and all thrown into the void shuttle.

But the skyrocketing cultivation base can be really felt.

It had been repaired for more than five hundred years, and it showed a steady upward growth trend on a daily and monthly basis, and occasionally a curve burst on a yearly basis.

The six-hundred-year cultivation base is coming soon.

Chen Feng muttered "open up" silently, opening the sixth big hole in his body.

Breaking through the 100-year level of cultivation, Chen Feng can obviously feel that the pulling force has become smaller, and the soul body is tilted downward from the horizontally fluttering flag.

This is a performance that can counteract some pulling power.

The passive soul weighing mode has not been idle.

Linglong Scale cut off a Soul Creek in the Sea of ​​Souls. It was like an adsorbent in a big wave, rushing and rolling around, and there was nothing behind it.

In just a few breaths, Chen Feng has completed the goal of calling his soul thousands of times.

The souls in front of them, most people in Tanzhou, won't have very high star ranks, and won't have outstanding rewards.

There are even ghosts occasionally among them, and one is worth hundreds of ordinary souls.

Chen Feng's cultivation soon broke through to 700 years, rushing to 800 years.

As soon as the seven orifices opened, and the pulling force slowed down, Chen Feng's soul could already melt back into his flesh.

"Eight hundred, eight hundred." Chen Feng muttered silently, hoping that his cultivation could break through eight hundred years.

There is nothing in front of me.

The soul is gone.

The suction force also disappeared.

I have completed the tonic without melting the bones.

At this moment, his thick plasma body showed an unspeakable color, and his whole body exuded a strong suffocation, and he was screaming from the sky.

The bone whistling, the sound waves thunderous, not only hit the sea of ​​clouds to reveal a clear sky, but also swept out the shock waves, which directly shook the ruins of Dingcheng, causing another earthquake.

Chen Feng whispered secretly "Mama Pian", and just after contending with the suction force, he was going to rush to the east and west of the undulating earthquake.

Bone **** for nourishment, the blood pool on the chest is much smaller than visible to the naked eye. The hideous prison pillars are also forced out of the body a lot. Between the four black and black pillars that run through the runes, more small pillars appear. Looking from a distance, it gives the illusion that there are sharp teeth inlaid on the bones of the chest.

The whole process is very long to say, but it is actually very short.

At the same time as bone tonic, a giant palm was already shot.

Under the cover of the sky, he slapped Han Lin with one palm.

Han Lin's sturdy incarnation in half a step, collapsed and turned into a meteor, smashing into the distance.

With a bang, smoke and dust are everywhere, and a flue that is 100 meters long and continues to extend far away.

Han Lin was slapped flying by the bone.

Boom, boom.

Appearing to slap slowly, like swaying water from side to side in the air.

Jin Fengwei and Feng Bucheng were beaten by bones one after another.

One flue becomes three.

The power of no bones under the seat of the dirty emperor is terrifying.

He is not in his peak state right now. If it weren't for the prison pillar on the chest, the bones could be several times stronger.

It can be seen how strong the dirty emperor was.

The side confirms how amazing Dashun Taizu who stabbed him in his back is amazing.

Such an extraordinary character, disappeared without a trace.

Behind this...think carefully.

The bone beat flew to the three giants in Kyoto, with palms like a carpet, firmly holding the Pill of Good Fortune in the palm.

Chen Feng is thinking of the calf, the battle of the city, the zombie tribe won, and the bones are not turned into the world, and then let him get the pill of good fortune, wouldn't Dashun be pushed by him?

However.

His worry is unnecessary.

At this moment.

Two rounds of scorching sun hung in the sky.

There is a round of positive sun at noon, and a round of rising sun.

Since Ding Cheng Dongfang, the rising sun is coming, like a laser burst, directly hitting the bone's wrist crooked.

Mountain-like palms rest on the ground.

The entire Dingcheng collapsed once, then collapsed again.

This city is completely abolished.

Today's scene has repeatedly impacted Chen Feng's cognition.

I thought it would be the peak combat power without melting the bones.

I never thought that Dashun still has a ruthless character here.

Who is it?

So compelling, Chen Feng subconsciously thought of the big tongue in the Department of Soul Rehabilitation, which is the six ways of reincarnation that Xiao Sang once told him.

However, it's not a big tongue.

He wears a python robe, a purple gold crown with hair inlaid on his head, his eyebrows are tied with two dragons to grab beads and gold, and his waist is tied with colorful silk and long spikes, and he wears blue satin boots.

It's a prince with a square jaw, clear eyes, and a slanted eyebrow. The whole thing feels like a magnificent, calm and introverted prince with a kingly demeanor.

The King of Zhenxi who guards the border-Han Xiti.

There is an astronomical form behind him, and as soon as Ephra appears, he is entangled with the bone.

The fascination is vague, except for the imperial hat on his head that is pressed down with air. When Chen Feng glances at it, his eyes are swollen and painful.

It's no wonder that the Yiwangkezhen demon clan, just by condensing the law, is indeed higher than the three giants in Kyoto.

The imperial hat does not seem to be the crown worn by the emperor of the world.

The shape is unique, with a faint outline of the tower.

Chen Feng didn't dare to look at the truth, but was shocked that the carving knife in his hand trembled, and there was a tendency to let go.

Chen Feng was horrified, and quickly put the carving knife into the void shuttle.

He faintly felt that the weird crown, maybe...maybe...related to the Emperor Fengdu's cap.

Otherwise, the imperial cap chisel on the emperor's cap from the Emperor Fengdu would not react so strongly.

Han Xiti seemed to have a feeling, with emotionless eyes, intentionally or unconsciously glanced in the direction where Chen Feng was hiding.

Just now, he captured a fleeting sense of familiarity.

Han Xiti glanced at the direction where Han Lin was photographed flying, and stretched out his hand, a picture of a broken general Qibiao was held in his palm.

He was detained again, and the corpse roar and shadow of good fortune pill was also detained by him.

Han Xiti couldn't see the expression on his face, and calmly took the good luck pill into the picture.

Two drops of effort dripped from his fingertips, and the broken scroll slowly recovered.

Han Lin, who is riding Biao, once again walked out of the painting.

In terms of seniority, Han Xiti wants to call Han Lin an ancestor.

However, as the most amazing man in the Dashun Dynasty today, he commanded the 300,000 western army in the town, and suppressed the army of millions of monsters who dared not step beyond the thunder pond.

He has his reservations and pride.

The two are speechless.

Han Lin was a little embarrassed, so he asked to add "not bad" and lost the following.

Han Xiti groaned a little, nodded slightly, and greeted him, saying, "I will send the Pill of Good Fortune back to Kyoto quickly. If everything is done, Dashun will monopolize 90% of the situation, which can guarantee peace of mind forever. "

Han Lin nodded and said: "The emperor asked me to bring his greetings. After this, I will allow you to go back to Beijing to have a small gathering with your family."

"Gathering?" Han Xiti coldly snorted, and didn't give Han Lin a good face, "Don't bother the emperor, all for the sake of Dashun, the millions of monsters are staring at the border, and I can't get out of my body." /

Han Lin was about to speak, but Han Xiti raised his hand to stop it.

"I borrowed the Fengdu Emperor's Hat and absorbed the spirit of the dead in Tanzhou, and condensed the Dharmakaya for a short time. It won't last long. Sooner or later, this boneless body will not be suppressed. You leave quickly."

"Then you are careful." Han Lin exhorted, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the sky.

After that, Jin Fengwei and Feng Bucheng saluted Han Xiti one after another. Before they got close, he waved their backs and sent them away.

The two looked at each other and bowed deeply to Han Xiti's back, which turned into Liu Guang Yuan Escape.

Han Xiti felt the three walking away, and then glanced at the ruins where Chen Feng was hiding, after all, he chose to ignore it.

Perhaps.

In his eyes, Chen Feng is an insignificant ant, even if he is a little surprised how this ant survived, it is only a momentary curiosity.

Want him to find out?

Skillful is a waste of energy.

Now.

Han Xiti has more important things to do.

He "borrowed temporarily" the Emperor Fengdu Law Body, pressing down on his bones and pressing forward with every step, the prison pillar that had been slowly squeezed out of his chest was beaten back.

Han Xiti stepped out.

Void standing in the original pool of condensed blood, now becomes an abyss that penetrates yin and yang, with chains of runes dragging the bones.

He took out a small white jade bottle in his arms, opened the mouth of the bottle, and poured a drop of soul blood.

The soul blood touches the chain of runes, instantly transforming the sea, blocking the abyss, and the coercion skyrocketed.

The chain is like losing energy for a long time, suddenly injected into the soul power, the pulling force suddenly intensified, and the non-melting bones that can still be seen back and forth with the law body are directly pulled into the abyss.

Not only that.

In the abyss.

Along with a suppressed roar, there was a fearful fluctuation of breath.

There seem to be several things like tentacles, which set off waves of tentacles in the abyss of blood, and then unwillingly sink.

"Wuwanghai's old thing, you still want to pick peaches secretly, so you should go to sleep." There was a mockery at the corner of Han Xi's mouth, and with a cold snort, he put away the white jade bottle and disappeared to the east.

The terror coercion remaining in the abyss.

Scanning is the same, sweeping in all directions.

In the ruins, Chen Feng wanted to escape from the place of right and wrong, but was unable to move.

I was directly overwhelmed by this raging coercion to the ground.

Chen Feng, who has just broken through two consecutive 100-year cultivation levels, is still complacent.

Under this coercion, everything is so unbearable.

No wonder he.

Han Xiti just fell into the abyss, the soul blood of Huahai was left by the great ancestor of Dashun.

Specially used to deal with all kinds of old guys who can't kill but can only be suppressed.

Chen Feng, so close.

Just fainted.

This result.

Look at the world's peers, even seniors.

Sufficiently proud of.