Chapter 191: The Divine Picture of a Hundred Miles of Flying Flowers

Northwest Yunyao. m.

In the golden wind and sand, a person suddenly appeared, his whole person was more than two meters tall, his muscles were knotted like an iron tower, and his exposed skin was bronzed, full of colored markings, these markings were like phoenix feathers, extending from his back to his chest, and then from his neck to his face, looking hideous and with a primitive wild beauty.

If there's one thing that can hide his demeanor slightly, it may be a regular strip of cloth on his back.

It was as if he had appeared here out of nowhere, when in fact he had torn open the space and crossed straight from the void to here.

Scanning around coldly, he raised his head to look at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The next moment, he disappeared in place.

Wind and snow cover the sky.

A Northern Yan warrior whose armor and arms were covered by wind and snow, like a javelin, stood in the snow, and suddenly, he turned his head and saw a man who looked like a tower, with hideous tattoos and strips of cloth on his back.

He took a step, and he had already crossed the space to the foot of the snowfield of no return.

"Who's here! Report your name!" A dozen soldiers galloped through the snow with spears and swords, rushing towards the tower-like man.

The tower man looked at each other and frowned, the muscles and markings of his body moving, like the ups and downs of a mountain.

"A swarm of ants. ”

A dozen soldiers came closer to see the majesty and majesty of this man, and he stood coldly with his arms in his arms, and the violent storm and snow could not move him at all.

There are no weak soldiers in Beiyan.

Regardless of whether the other party is a human or a god, the Northern Yan warriors are never afraid.

"Who are you, what do you want to come to the snow field?" led the soldier with a horizontal knife and immediately grabbed a spear to block the front.

The tower man said coldly, "I'll kill a person and take a sword." ”

The warrior frowned: "Who are you going to kill?

The tower man shook his head indifferently: "You ants, you don't deserve to ask me these questions, I can tell you that my purpose for this time is already merciful, get out of here." ”

"Presumptuous, all the soldiers are arrayed!"

More than a dozen warriors advanced with spears in a defensive posture.

The tower man sneered: "When did the ants dare to do something with God." ”

At this moment, he stretched out his big hand like a banana leaf and waved it towards the soldier

"Battle !!"

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Li Changfeng felt very cold, this kind of cold was not the cold poured in by the wind, but the cold without wind, in fact, where he was, there was not even a trace of wind.

There was no more snow beside him, and the red makeup in the plain robe beside him had disappeared.

Even the head of Xue Jian Zhai, Mei Yuxue, the Night Venerable Zhang Tiangen, the divine servant Dong Mingchen, and the hundred and ten sword slaves, they all disappeared, and only Li Changfeng stood on top of an empty hall.

The main hall is carved with gold and jade, magnificent and magnificent, eight staggered beams and pillars stand on the top of the main hall, magnificent and magnificent, the top of the head is colorful and gorgeous, there is a huge mural of the pilgrimage flying goddess, everyone and the beasts are respectfully worshipping and obeying the ground, and the goddess in the center is proud, and the luxury is extremely luxurious to sit on the top of the main hall.

Li Changfeng stood on this exquisite and luxurious hall, the jade slab under his feet was clearly visible, but his eyes were looking at the end of the hall.

There was a throne, eighteen steps, thirty-six bright candles, seventy-two horizontal swords, and a woman sat in the middle of the throne, looking down on Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng

I understand, this is the divine illumination realm of a hundred miles of flying flowers.

Li Changfeng has come to the Divine Illumination Realm of Hundred Miles of Flying Flowers.

He suddenly felt that his Yuan Sea was boiling, and the True Yuan was constantly flowing.

Practitioners are not allowed to enter other people's divine realms.

This is the rule of heaven and earth.

And Baili Feihua used his comprehension of the realm to drag Li Changfeng into his divine realm.

Because here, Baili Feihua is the real god.

Li Changfeng raised his head and stabbed out with a shocking sword.

This sword contains the power of breaking heaven and earth, the ability to frighten ghosts and gods, and it is one of Li Changfeng's most unique and indomitable swords so far.

He felt that he might not have a second chance, so he needed this sword to break through the divine light of the Hundred Miles Flying Flower.

In the sea of yuan, the true yuan continued to be injected into Li Changfeng's iron ruler like a rushing sea, but if it was said that ten true yuan poured out, then only three points of true yuan were injected into Li Changfeng's autumn water sword, and the remaining seven true yuan had dissipated into the invisible.

This is the consequence of a practitioner stepping into the divine light of others, and no one can set foot in the divine light of others except the true dharma body of the tantric womb.

These three points are enough for Li Changfeng.

Almost the moment Li Changfeng stabbed out the Qiushui Sword, his sword blade had already arrived in front of Baili Feihua.

On the Hundred Miles Flying Flower Throne, there were eighteen steps, thirty-six candles, and seventy-two long swords, and now, Li Changfeng's sword had crossed the eighteen steps.

However, there were thirty-six candles and seventy-two swords standing in his way.

Baili Feihua was about to speak, but suddenly her expression froze.

She sensed the coldness in her chest, so she lowered her head and saw the Qiushui Sword that had not been cut in, transparent and clear, flowing with the luster of the sword shadow, it was such an extremely beautiful weapon, and it really pierced into her chest.

Bright red blood flowed down the clear sword body, dripping down her red veil.

Baili Feihua frowned.

Li Changfeng wanted to go further, but he couldn't do anything, in his Yuan Sea, the True Yuan was almost burning, and the Qiushui Sword in his hand became red because of the excessive injection of the True Yuan.

But the one closest to Baili Feihua's chest couldn't pierce a single bit.

Baili Feihua thought for a long time, and seemed to have figured out something, so she raised her head and said, "Have you broken through the Holy Realm?"

Li Changfeng said coldly: "I have been preparing this sword for a long time!"

Baili Feihua: "It turns out that the crape myrtle stars shined that night because you broke through the holy realm. ”

Li Changfeng stopped talking, and the true yuan in his body burned again, wanting to stab through with a sword.

Because he knew that maybe there would never be such an opportunity again.

Baili Feihua said to herself: "I see, I was careless." ”

Li Changfeng suddenly noticed that the thirty-six candle flames were burning, and the seventy-two long swords were awe-inspiring, surging towards him.

He could no longer move forward, so he could only retreat, so he floated and retreated, and fell back to the main hall again, looking at the hundred miles of flying flowers on the throne.

Baili Feihua: "Three years ago, you were just an ordinary person who had never broken through the sea and led the tide, but now that you have broken through the holy realm, it seems that I want to kill you, and I am indeed the right one." ”

Li Changfeng clenched the Qiushui Sword and said coldly: "Maybe you will be killed by me today." ”

Baili Feihua smiled and said: "You don't have a chance, just now I carelessly received a sword from you, but you didn't kill me, now, you won't have another chance." ”

Above the cold and bleak hall, there was suddenly a blazing light, and there was nothing

Several runes shone with Li Changfeng as the center.

The Qiushui Sword in Li Changfeng's hand was inserted into the floor tiles by him, and he kept outlining the Dao rune in his hand, and the rune under his feet was so thick that it was like the sun.

Baili Feihua quietly looked at the sun.

But suddenly, she looked up at the sky, or at the top of the main hall, at the colorful frescoes.

This is a mural of the pilgrimage of all living beings, the goddess in the middle is wearing silver yarn and red silk gold armor, holding a long sword and her hair fluttering, like a female god of war, with the blazing sun behind her, and the prostrate people at her feet, her eyes looking into the distance, full of energy.

This painting, Baili Feihua has been seen countless times, this is her divine realm, and the female god of war in this painting is only one person.

I don't know if I'm wrong, Baili Feihua suddenly found that the blazing sun behind the female god of war turned into boundless darkness.

It was like a whirlpool, and when she looked inside, she saw an eye, a huge eye.

Her eyes stared coldly at Baili Feihua, which made her feel cold.

The eyes are removed again, and a hand can be extended from the whirlpool.

On the mural, the sun was behind the goddess of war, and now the sun had turned into a whirlpool, and a hand was stretched out from it.

It's like, behind the goddess of war is hell.

This hand wants to pull the goddess of war closer to the whirlpool.

Baili Feihua, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly turned around and saw a black hand on his shoulder.

Sharp, black, shriveled hands.

Baili Feihua screamed angrily, and the red yarn on her body burned.

Her palm lifted, and the edge spilled out a slight spatial ripple, slashing towards the black, shriveled hand.

At this moment, in the sun in front of Baili Feihua, a sword stabbed towards Baili Feihua.

This is Li Changfeng's second sword, but it is different from the first sword.

Li Changfeng's first sword is with the heart of killing.

And his second sword is with the heart of death.

Therefore, this sword has no fear, no matter the eighteen steps, no matter the thirty-six candles, no matter the seventy-two long swords, Li Changfeng sees death as home.

So at this time, Baili Feihua has two choices, she must face one side, if her palm slashes to the black palm behind her, then Li Changfeng's sword is very likely to kill herself;

If Baili Feihua's palm slashed at Li Changfeng, then she was very likely to be pulled to an unknown place by this black palm.

She doesn't have a third option.

So she paused, and this palm with a spatial turmoil slashed at Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng's sword, which regarded death as home, did not have the slightest fear, and slashed together with the palm of Baili Feihua.

The Qiushui Sword was hit by a huge force, as if it was smashed by a mountain, and the huge force tore Li Changfeng's tiger's mouth, and the hilt of the Qiushui Sword smashed on Li Changfeng's chest, smashing out a depression, and Li Changfeng's chest seemed to be pierced by the sword and pierced through.

He fell weakly down the eighteenth staircase and lay on his back on the ground.

He didn't make a sound from beginning to end, the hilt of the sword smashed his chest into a depression, the sword hung through his body, not even a trace of pain, he lay on his back on the ground, but his head was on the side, looking at the hundred miles of flying flowers on the throne.

From beginning to end, his eyes were on Baili Feihua.