Just when Wu Feng's aura was fully opened, and the Yin and Yang Eight Infinite Purification Sutra had just been completed, the Vajra Law Xiang happened to rush in front of Wu Feng, picked up his fist, and smashed it towards Wu Feng's head, just when the casserole-sized fist was about to smash on Wu Feng's head, Wu Feng's body suddenly supported an invisible barrier, and the fist of the Vajra Law Phase couldn't fall down about a foot away from Wu Feng's head.

And at this moment, Wu Feng's eyes widened, his eyes were filled with raging anger, the angry expression was even more hideous than the King Kong Law Phase, the next moment, Wu Feng suddenly stretched out his hands, and there was also a layer of green light on the hands, faintly there was a green mang's circulation, Wu Feng used these hands, grabbed the shoulder of the King Kong Law Phase, but this time the feeling was like substance, an indescribable feeling, as if holding a pool of water, the feeling of the water constantly impacting his palm.

When Wu Feng's hand held the shoulder of the Vajra Law Phase, the face of the Vajra Law Xiang could no longer be hideous, but showed an expression of extreme pain, it opened its mouth wide, struggling hard, but it could not get rid of Wu Feng's iron pincer-like hands no matter what.

But Wu Feng's feeling at the moment is indeed a little fluttering, feeling a trace of cool and comfortable breath through guò his palm wandering in the eight veins of strange tendons, and finally converging in the dantian, that kind of fullness makes Wu Feng a little excited, just now he played the prostration of many void spells in a row and will no longer exist.

Looking at the vajra law again, his whole body trembled, and his image became weaker and weaker, as if he had been drained of all his strength by Wu Feng, and there was a sign of vanishing.

When the Vajra Law was held by Wu Feng, it was as if a pair of hands as cold as iron tongs also held his shoulders, and then, all his true qi flowed out quickly, like a flood that opened the floodgates, and he couldn't stand it.

The fat monk's face was pale, his body trembled together, the fat of his body kept shaking, and his chest and abdomen were tumbling for a while, feeling a ball of breath in his body drumming back and forth, finally, the fat monk felt that his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and after the blood spurted out and fell to the ground, it dried up immediately, turned into a blood mist, and gathered towards Wu Feng again.

Even more unbelievable things happened again, everything around Wu Feng shook with it, and the small pebbles on the ground floated in mid-air, making a "bang" sound, turning into powder, and the big tree beside him suddenly shook violently, the leaves turned from green to yellow, and quickly withered, and the wild grass on the ground died at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye.

This desolate terrifying aura is still spreading outward, spreading to the surroundings, at this time, those old ways only found the strangeness of this thing, they shouted and panicked backwards, there is an old way did not retreat in time, instantly wrapped by this terrifying breath, he wanted to run, but he couldn't move his legs, the muscles on his face seemed to be blown by a hurricane, there were deep pits, and then the skin quickly dried up, this situation is really terrifying, the old way is in the blink of an eye, It's like I've been a teenager all of a sudden, and my eyebrows and beard are gray.