Jing Wusheng felt the bone buds on the third vertebra of his spine itching and pain, and knew that the purity of the murderous qi in his body was enough to condense the dust-level bone wings. So, he took Saint Lingxiao away, stayed in the bedroom alone, sat cross-legged on the bed, held his breath, and began to look inward.

After breaking the Yuan Yin of the Gu sisters, Zhuo Junran, and Bai Aoshuang, the impurities that had accumulated in Jing Wusheng's body for thousands of years were finally removed, and the thick gray murderous aura entrenched in the sea of qi gradually turned into pure black.

"Sure enough, the simpler, cleaner and better the woman, the higher the efficiency of purifying the murderous aura. A thousand years ago, in order to purify the same amount of murderous qi, there were hundreds of broken Yuan Yin bodies, but the purity was not as good as this time. Therefore, it is definitely worth spending more effort to find a woman who is truly kind and simple in heart and has good character. ”

Jing Wuming nodded with satisfaction, closed his eyes again, and began to urge the murderous qi and condense the murderous qi essence.

I saw that in the golden Qi Sea Palace, a black murderous aura the size of a hill was spinning rapidly, and then gradually condensed into a ball.

The sphere continued to rotate, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, and after a few breaths, the sphere formed by the murderous aura was obviously smaller than when it was at the beginning.

At this time, a few drops of black liquid condensed directly below the black sphere.

Jing Wuming knew that this was the murderous essence liquid, something that could really be used to condense the wings of the killing god. If an ordinary person swallows a drop, he can be brought back to life in an instant and gain eternal life. If a cultivator takes a drop, the realm can go straight to the heavenly realm!

After all the murderous qi stored before is converted into liquid, you can start to condense the first-order god-killing wings.

There are a total of 14 forms of God-Killing Wings, and the Bone Wings are the first-order form, which is very similar to the White Bone Wings behind the undead bone dragon in fantasy movies.

After the condensation of the first-order bone wings was successful, the divine power that Jing Wuming could control was divided into two realms, which were dust level and star level.

The dust-level bone wings can give Jing Wusheng the control of the bone element on the microcosm, and the bone wings of the star level represent the control of the bone elements on the macroscopic level!

The microscopic bone element can decompose the atomic structure and reorganize the molecular structure of the substance. In other words, it is the ability to turn water into oil, carbon into diamonds, and scrap iron into gold! But this kind of onlookers' elemental control can only be used in small amounts, and if you want to use it in a large area, you have to wait for it to condense into a star-level bone wing, and then you can master the macroscopic control of ancient elements.

By that time, you can turn random mountains into gold mines, and you can turn the entire Pacific Ocean into oil!

In addition, bone can also make biological organs infinitely regenerate, heal, and even rewrite the cellular genes of organs to heal diseases or mutate organisms.

Although Jing Wuming knew what divine power the bone wing had, he had never used it yet, so he was very much looking forward to the condensation of the bone wing.

"The last time I condensed the Killing God's Wings, I tried to condense fourteen forms at one time, and after my slumber was interrupted, I gave up all my efforts. This time, it is still condensed step by step, at least it will not be abandoned because it is interrupted halfway. ”

Feeling that all the murderous qi in his body had been smelted into the murderous essence liquid, Jing Wusheng directly urged the murderous essence and injected it all into the bone buds of the third vertebrae.

Itchy!

It was as if thousands of ants had burrowed into Jing Wu's spine, constantly biting the bones, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves around the bone buds.

Hiss!

Jing Wuming gasped, his closed eyelids trembled slightly, and a moment later, a pale red mist evaporated from his back.

I saw a bright red blood stain on the white suit shirt, and after the blood stain was scorched by Jing Wu's terrifying body temperature, it was directly sublimated into gas, gathered in the air, and turned into a red blood mist.

Suddenly, a fist-sized bag bulged out from the flat shirt, and the shirt continued to expand until the fabric burst open, and two large white wing bones protruded from its back.

Next, several bone spurs grow on the wing bones. The color of the bone spurs is white, sharp as a blade, and the sun shines on it, glowing with a faint blue halo, like the cold light under the scythe of death, which is daunting.

The shape of the bone wings is very similar to the wings of the legendary angels, except that the wings are made up of feathers, while the bone wings are made up of countless bone spurs.

It took a whole week to condense the main wing bones, during which Jing Wuming kept his eyes closed and fell asleep. By the time all the smaller wing bones were condensed, half a month had passed.

Call!

Jing Wusheng felt the murderous aura in his body that was consumed, and slowly opened his eyes.

"The first-order dust-level bone wing has finally been successfully condensed. I can't wait to try the power of the bone wings!" With that, the bone wings behind Jing Wusheng unfolded.

The bone wings with a total length of five meters and a width of one meter, one on the left and one on the left, weigh a total of 500 catties, and each one is composed of 486 small wing bones. The overall shape of the small wing bone is similar to that of a feather, but the surface is smooth and the edges are sharp, and it resembles a short knife with an inch long handle more than a soft feather.

After the bone wings were unfolded, all the wing bones were stretched out, like two huge thousand-bladed bone fans, the sunlight shone in through the window, and sprinkled on the bone wings through the curtain, and each bone blade was glowing with a cold light, as if the next moment, everything around it could be turned into dry bones and corpses!

Jing Wuming waved his bone wings lightly, and the two pairs of wings composed of four hundred and eighty-six wing bones brought up a strong wind in an instant like two hurricanes that cut the heavens and the earth.

The hurricane is centered on Jing Wusheng, and it continues to rotate and expand around, but everything that is touched by the hurricane will be turned into powder without exception!

At first, the futon under Jing Wuming, the wooden bed, the marble floor, then the nanmu bedside table a little farther away, and the stainless steel thermos cup on the bedside table, until the cotton curtains, titanium window frames, and top-of-the-line safety explosion-proof glass were further away...... Whether it's hard metal or soft cloth, everywhere the hurricane passes, it all turns to powder!

The room in the master bedroom is ruined!

Then the entire second floor of the villa disappeared!

When Saint Ling Xiao realized that there was danger, the hurricane had already blown his long hair behind his back.

Yikes!

The moment the black hair came into contact with the Bone Wing Hurricane, the molecular structure was completely broken down, and it looked as if it had turned into countless fine sand and fell to the ground.

Saint Lingxiao watched his long hair, which he loved like life, being shaved off nearly half in an instant, and he didn't care about being distressed at all, so he immediately resorted to the escape move at the bottom of the box and slipped away!

Sou!

A Heaven Realm powerhouse can move thousands of miles away in an instant.

When the figure of Saint Lingxiao appeared in the sky 500 kilometers away from the villa again, Building 001 of Tianding Villa had already turned into a pile of yellow sand!

"This ......" The exclamation in Saint Lingxiao's heart was like a boulder falling to the bottom of the lake, rippling round after circle, constantly hitting Saint Lingxiao's fragile heart: "What the hell is this hurricane, how can the power be so terrifying!"