Feng Qingcheng only felt that he had hit something indestructible, and a huge force rebounded back along the Purple Thunder Sword, and suddenly there was a surge of qi and blood in his body, and he almost couldn't control the true qi in his body.

Feng Qingcheng's face was stunned, and he was taken aback, and hurriedly flew away with this force.

When she stood firm, she pinched her left hand into a sword finger, and swiped lightly on the purple thunder sword, and suddenly the blade of the purple thunder sword turned into pitch black in an instant, and then Feng Chengcheng said something in his mouth, and a sacred golden light emanated from his body, illuminating the cold around him.

The blade of the Purple Thunder Sword was covered with a layer of golden light, and several lotus flowers accompanied it.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were staring at the Necromantic God in front of him, and then he shouted loudly, and swung out a sword, and immediately saw a pitch-black sword qi flying out along the blade of this purple thunder sword, with a loud bang, and in an instant, it had already flown in front of the Necromantic God.

But there was no change on the face of this necromantic god, just the scythe of his right hand was quickly swung and with a slight hook, the black sword qi was scattered in the air.

But at this time, Feng Qingcheng had already rushed to the back of this necromantic god, shouted angrily, and slashed out another sword.

But he felt a gust of wind dance, and the black robe jerked back, and he saw the grim face of the god of death, and a scythe in his hand grew bigger and bigger in front of him.

Feng Qingcheng's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly stepped forward, his body quickly dodged back, and at the same time, the movements of his hands did not stop, and in an instant, more than a dozen sword qi had been struck, and each of them poured all his strength into the fierce blast towards the necromantic god.

I saw that the necromantic god opened and closed his upper and lower jaws with a sneer, and his left hand was quickly placed on the scythe, and then both hands turned together, and a scythe danced into a miserable white circle, blocking it in front of it.

The dozen or so sword qi slammed into it, and a rumbling sound was heard, and when the smoke cleared, Feng Chengcheng hurriedly looked at it, and the Necronomicon God still didn't have anything.

Seeing that the posture figure under the body of this necromantic god gradually became illusory, as if it was about to disappear in the next moment.

Feng Tingcheng was also a little anxious in his heart, this must not let Gro's efforts be in vain, he had to give it a go!

I saw that as soon as she let go of her hand, the purple thunder sword gradually disappeared in mid-air, with her hands on her chest, constantly changing her fingers, and her mouth was full of words.

The whole person exuded a burst of divine aura, and a dazzling golden light like the sun exploded on Feng Qicheng's body, and a lotus throne appeared under her seat, and behind her, countless Buddha's appearances appeared, each different but with the same posture, and the same mantra in the mouth.

Finally spit out the last word, Feng Tiancheng let out a sigh of relief, and roared angrily: "Big Buddha's hand!" ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and then saw that behind Feng Qicheng, countless Dharma Ministers also suddenly stretched out their right hands, and a big Buddha hand composed of golden light fell from the sky, and in an instant, he grabbed the black-robed Necromantic God in his hand.

Feng Qingcheng's face was pale at this time, and bright wounds appeared one after another on his right hand, which felt like he was holding a blade tightly in his hand.

Feng Chengcheng endured the pain, gritted his teeth and tightened his right hand, and he heard the sound of squeaking and squeaking bones rubbing, and at the same time, the pain was gradually deepening, as the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, this palm was injured, and the pain could spread all over the body.

In an instant, the blood flowed profusely, but soon, an explosion was heard in Kara, and the necromantic god was actually crushed by this golden Buddha's hand and disappeared into the air.

At this time, Feng Chengcheng suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person almost collapsed to the ground, and the heavenly law and the golden light on his body also dissipated.

When he stabilized his body and slowly stood on the ground, he heard a voice coming to his ears.

"Who are you?"

Feng Tingcheng was surprised, and quickly turned his head to look, and saw that the illusory phantom that was originally just a shadow had now turned into a flesh-and-blood real person.

This strong man turned out to be a woman, not very tall, similar to Feng Chengcheng, with his hair scattered, his eyes like deep pools, but starlight was revealed everywhere, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked all the time, as if he was laughing at his prey, this was indeed a troublesome character.

She was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and quickly stood up with pain, and said: "Strong, thousands of years have passed since the day you died, and I rashly disturbed your sleep at this time because of ......"

Feng Chengcheng briefly explained the current situation, and asked, "Strong, dare to ask your name?" I hope you will agree to come forward to solve this matter. ”

The woman in front of her who had come back from the dead thought for a while, then yawned and said, "Okay." At this time, I will depend on you first, but I have to tell you first, I, Murong Tian, have always been unobedient to people's commands, and have always been alone, killing people with preferences. Good news, I like you, and if nothing goes wrong, I probably won't stick a knife out to you. ”

She said lightly.

Feng Chengcheng pondered for a while, and sighed in his heart, sure enough, these people who can become strong must have some strange tempers, if it weren't for this time, there was really no way, Feng Chengcheng could only resurrect it to deal with the scarlet protector.

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, Murong Tian walked straight towards the exit of this empty island.

Feng Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then saw that the weapon in Murong Tian's hand was not a sword, a spear, a sword, or a halberd, but a very special bow and crossbow.

There were no arrows on this crossbow, and it exuded a suffocating aura, but it was especially suitable for its owner.

"Let's go."

Feng Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and Murong Tian pulled her back with a puzzled voice.

She nodded, and rushed to Murong Tian's side.

As soon as the two of them stood up, the teleportation array began to glow with bursts of blue light, and Feng Chengcheng only felt a sudden flash of blue in front of him, and that unique feeling of dizziness and dizziness surged up like a tide.

After waiting for a while, he finally returned to the upper realm, and the blue in front of him gradually faded, and as far as the eye could see, this should be in the room of Luo Xiaozi's house.

Feng Chengcheng did not forget to bring Gro's corpse back from the empty island, gave him a silver ticket, and instructed Luo Shorty to find someone to escort him back to the wizard tribe.

Luo Xiaozi agreed to come down in one bite.

At this time, since we have found a strong person who can compete with the Scarlet Protector, the next step is to stop the Scarlet Protector before he does evil, and correct the Fa on the spot.

"Let's go, I probably know where the Crimson Protector is hiding to heal."

Feng Chengcheng thought about it for a while, now in the upper realm, only the aura near the ancient well is closer to the netherworld, so in order to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, he should either go back to the netherworld directly, or stay near there.

As soon as Feng Qingcheng stepped out of the door with one foot, he heard Murong Tian say, "Where are you going?" We just have to wait for him to show up, he will definitely not think of someone like me, standing on the opposite side of him. ”

This Murong Tian didn't seem to be in a hurry, found a stool to sit down, picked up the teacup and sipped the tea carefully.

Feng Chengcheng was dumbfounded and said, "Instead of passively defending, it is better to take the initiative to attack, which can minimize the damage caused by that Scarlet Protector." ”

But despite saying this, Murong Tian still did not waver in the slightest, and after taking a sip of tea, his eyes looked at him coldly.

Feng Qingcheng frowned and gritted his teeth, why did this strong man look so unreliable? Does she really have what it takes to subdue the Scarlet Protector? Countless questions rushed out in Feng Qingcheng's heart.

"My nickname is Hades."

Suddenly, Murong Tian said lightly.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, not knowing what she wanted to say.

"The king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch. The people I wanted to kill never lived. ”

Murong Tian was halfway through speaking, and suddenly put down the teacup.

Feng Qingcheng was taken aback, and immediately felt an uncomfortable aura surging from all directions, it must have been the scarlet protector who had recovered his injuries and fought back.

"Is that him?"

Murong Tian turned his head and asked with an expressionless face.