"Fairy, everything is going according to your orders, in an orderly manner. The Qianjiu cultivator said with a smile, and his words were quite complacent.

"Why do you want these?"

"Huh?"

He was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the pity in front of him said this, and the next moment a pink fist rushed in front of him, and a huge force struck, and this person slammed into the building behind him, disgraced.

In mid-air, the nine-colored shape, the body of more than ten zhang swept across, cut through the pigsty-like fence, and he said to Mingming: "Those people are people who have the same tragic fate as you, you go and pick them up and let them out of the sea of suffering." ”

Ming Ming's eyes were firm: "I'll go." ”

At this time, the abnormal movement here attracted a lot of people, and many cultivators rushed to see such a scene when they heard the news.

The Qianjiu cultivator crawled out of the ruins, his cheeks were already bloody, and he said coldly: "Fairy, I hope you can give an explanation. ”

"Explain, you can see who I am. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Feng Yin showed his true body, and for a while, a large number of exclamations from "human demons" rang out.

"It turned out to be you, and you killed the men and horses we sent out. The face of the Qianjiu cultivator became very bad: "You are so ruthless!"

Feng Yin snorted coldly, looked around at the dozens of cultivators around him, his eyes had a fierce light, and said, "I just don't think I'm ruthless enough." ”

"It's just that you found this place today, and you can't get out. The Qianjiu cultivator was aggressive, and his tone was sharp.

As he spoke, an old man in a gray robe walked in the distance, his face was heavy, and he stared at Feng Yin coldly at the beginning, and his tone was cold: "There are always some young people who can't see themselves clearly, kill some weeds, and think that they can sweep the world." ”

"Old Zhou. ”

"Elder Zhou. ”

Many cultivators bowed and bowed, and it was obvious that they had great respect for that person.

Feng Yin didn't speak, the armillary stick appeared in his hand, and he strode forward in front of the extremely old man.

Bang!

The stick shadows overlapped, and this stick smashed down with Feng Yin's full of anger, the ground shook, the void was buzzing, and more than ten cultivators were swept by the stick shadows, and they were torn apart on the spot, turning into mud.

Everyone's eyes widened, they never expected Feng Yin to dare to make a move under the extremely strong person.

"You dare!" the old man roared, and the powerful momentum unique to this realm poured out, and he sent out with a volley of palms, and the wind and thunder were fierce.

"What don't you dare, kill all the ghosts, of course I dare!"

Feng Yin dodged sideways, the stick swept, and there was another ghost crying wolf howl, and the earth was blasted out of a huge chasm by the stick, and more than a dozen people died tragically under his stick.

The Qianjiu cultivator shouted: "Everyone comes here to Zhou Lao, we can't let that night succeed!"

"Who is Xiaoxiao, who is human, I see that you still can't tell the difference, kill!"

A killing word was shouted, Feng Yin was really like a mad demon, his long hair was dancing wildly, he turned into an invisible light, and passed through the body of the Qianjiu cultivator, who screamed miserably, his eyes were dim under the killing technique, and he fell straight down.

"Look for death!"

The Extreme Cultivator was furious, his white hair was like a needle, his sleeves were bulging with strength, and the killing move came again, Feng Yin used the shuttle chapter to avoid a hundred zhang away, and then rushed again with the killing.

Shh

The stick was extremely heavy, and three more people were broken by the stick, and at this time, Jiucai was also angry, its claws were sharp, and it pinched and exploded two heads on the spot.

For a while, the scene was chaotic.

"Die!"

The fateful old man known as Zhou Lao slapped his palm again, Jiucai stared at the wind, and the seven-colored brilliant gods shot out, and the two were opposite, Jiucai immediately snorted, and couldn't stop retreating.

"Kill!"

At this time, Feng Yin was completely murderous, his eyes were red, he withdrew the Heavenly Stick, and pulled out a murderous sword from the center of his eyebrows!

This is a slaughter, the existence of the highest realm of Qianyuan can't withstand Feng Yin's killing technique, and the rest of the people are like cutting wheat, falling in pieces, and for a while, except for the only fateful realm, everyone died.

"Feng boy, help, this seat can't hold on!" Jiucai shouted, and the extremely strong man known as Zhou Lao was defeated and retreated, and blood was already oozing from his pores.

As a fateful realm, that Zhou Lao's strength is really terrifying, the palm wind carries bursts of thunder, and the brilliant light destroys and decays, and even the nine-colored natal supernatural power is difficult to resist.

Airplanes!

The golden god crushed over, and Feng Yin's eyes shot out, and the two joined forces to retreat Zhou Lao Ding two or three steps, Zhou Lao drank low, his palms were together, and the power of wind and thunder was greatly vibrating, Feng Yin and Jiucai couldn't stand it together, and they were defeated and retreated.

"The old man can't spare you, die!"

He roared, surrounded by bursts of thunder patterns, and the energy was like a surging ocean, Feng Yin and Jiucai retreated one after another, and they couldn't resist even if they stepped on the ground.

"It's just the first heaven of fate, what arrogance are you, wait for Lao Tzu to grow up and kill you!"

Jiucai scolded, each feather turned into a mini self, and the infinite mini Jiucai roared and rushed through, flooding the area where Zhou Lao was.

Rumble!

There was thunder and lightning, bright electric light roared, all the mini nine colors were shattered, nine colors snorted again, and the breath was a lot sluggish.

"Kill!"

Feng Yin exerted the power of nothingness, the power of the stars and the moon, and a miniature moon was thrown out by him, detonating on the spot, and the blazing light flooded everything.

After the smoke and dust cleared, a huge pit appeared in this land, and a cultivator known as Zhou Lao appeared in mid-air, his palms stained with blood.

"Damn the evil obstacle, the old man wants you to die!" The old man was completely furious, and he was actually injured by two stronger ants.

Jiucai roared, and at this time he also began to fight desperately, all kinds of phantoms with a vast aura condensed in the sky above him, the vision of the Feather Supreme appeared, and countless secret techniques were thrown by him, as if he didn't want money.

The dust is flying, there are too many endless techniques, this is no longer a single technique, the seven-colored terrifying storm swept some, swept forward, each of them has the power to destroy the withering and decaying, and now it is gathered, the power is terrifying!

At this time, the nine colors seemed to be burning, becoming the absolute master in the seven-colored ocean, and every feather was unshakable, turning into infinite killing light.

As an innate being, its ability is really shocking, and Feng Yin is not bad, the vision of the stars and the moon appeared, and a big moon rose behind his head, and his momentum was many times stronger at once.

The power of nothingness penetrates, all become one, the gluttonous black hole devours the gods, even the light is absorbed, the wind and clouds change, and this land sets off a fierce battle.

In particular, as soon as the killing sword comes out, the heavens and the earth will lose their color, and in the ocean of murderous condensation, only the demon god-like Feng Yin is arrogant and kills all living beings!

This is a fight to the death, and the combat power of Feng Yin and Jiucai is still at the peak, almost touching the edge of fate.

The old man is not a vegetarian, he performed a set of boxing techniques, the sound of wind and thunder is great, and thousands of thunder snakes have rained down in the blue sky and daylight, ravaging the world and the world, and the terror is overwhelming.

While!

The killing sword finally touched the old man's body, and the sturdy body was as strong as cotton, easily cut off, and an arm flew out horizontally, crushing a palace.

The old man surnamed Zhou was shocked and said, "How can you hurt me?!"

(End of chapter)