The wind was clear and breathing, bombarding these millipedes.

There was a smell of burnt paste everywhere in the air.

This is extremely disgusting.

"If it goes on like this, it will definitely not work. ”

Feng Qingyang frowned, but he didn't think much about it, and immediately, a streamer of light came out.

Rumble!

Immediately, that streamer, like a blade of light, bombarded the stone house behind the countless clay pots.

The stone gate exploded when it landed, and it looked unmoved.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, it seems that something on it is activated.

"It's a formation. ”

Feng Qingyang was surprised that on top of this seemingly simple stone house, there was actually the power of a formation.

"Hey, little brute, don't think you can survive, today, you have to die. The thousand-handed demon monk stewed for a while, and continued to spit out millipedes, rushing to kill Xiang Feng Qingyang, not only that, but his hands could also throw out countless insect eggs, those insect eggs, in the air, can turn into a hideous and terrifying millipede, the target of the attack, is Feng Qingyang.

"This Thousand-Handed Demon Monk must be killed, and he should be able to call these millipedes to attack me. Kill him and it will all be over. Feng Qingyang frowned and decided to kill the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk.

After all, he had guessed that this Thousand-Handed Demon Monk was very similar to a millipede.

"Kill!"

He didn't talk nonsense, the purpose was the thousand-armed demon monk in it.

"Boom, boom!"

Feng Qingyang saw the thousand-handed demon monk, directly flapped the dragon wings, and rushed quickly, holding the snake bone spear tightly in a dragon's claw, like an angry dragon, lightning slashing, a brilliant black light, crisscrossing the void, to destroy everything in this world.

"Look for death!"

The thousand-handed demon monk didn't have time to think about anything, and integrated the other slimy things in the huge clay pot into his body, causing his body to skyrocket, and at the same time, his realm became more and more terrifying, more transcendent than the wind Qingyang. In a short period of time, the realm of this thousand-handed demon monk turned out to be the realm of the Four Heavens of the Qi Martial Realm, which was even more transcendent than the wind and clear yang.

Feng Qingyang was not surprised to see this scene.

If this thousand-armed demon monk was directly killed by himself, he would be surprised.

It's all in his mind.

"Boom, boom!"

The thousand arms of the thousand-armed demon monk were also crazy, and they were constantly bombarding the evil vortex, and the evil qi in it was so dense that it was like a smoke dragon rolling out, tumbling endlessly.

The vortex of a thousand terrifying forces wants to kill the wind Qingyang directly.

Feng Qingyang didn't think much about it at all, one hand of the snake bone spear swept, and the other dragon claw was not idle.

In addition to this, his dragon wings erupted into a rain of fire, killing other millipedes.

The dragon's tail swept out, and there was a large group of millipedes, which were directly bombarded.

After an hour passed, Feng Qingyang felt exhausted, and a terrifying dragon breath destroyed the world and the earth, directly killing countless insects to death. The originally extremely dense insect sea, at this time, the scale has actually shrunk to one-sixth.

After spitting out this breath of dragon breath, Feng Qingyang didn't want to move a little.

This feeling of exhaustion is too strong.

"Dragon's breath consumes its own strength, it's too big......"

The wind is clear and knows his situation very well.

However, at this time, he can't stop anything.

If you stop, you'll lose the battle.

This is not the result I want to see.

The result of losing is death.

He didn't want to die yet.

He hadn't yet sought revenge on Leng Xuefei and them.

He hadn't returned to the realm of the Lava Dragons to get the Dragon Fire Fruit.

He's not reconciled.

He had no choice but to drag his extremely tired body and fight with the thousand-armed demon monk constantly.

Fortunately, the thousand-handed demon monk was not a clear opponent, and his arm exploded, which was extremely embarrassing.

The wind is also unpleasant, and there are scars all over the body, and in some places, it is like a thick stone crevice.

He was covered in sweat and constantly being steamed dry.

A pair of dragon wings also look tattered.

Those millipedes also caused a lot of injuries to Feng Qingyang.

Among them, there is also an attack from the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk.

"Die, little brute!"

The thousand-armed demon monk was also angry to the peak, and his body was exhausted to the peak, but he didn't plan to give up like this, because he also understood that if he gave up, what awaited him was death. Rather than this, it is better to fight to the death.

"Boom!"

In an instant, from the mouth of the thousand-handed demon monk, there was no longer a millipede spraying out, but a terrifying pillar of light to the apex, and the direction of this pillar of light was the clear wind.

The black pillar of light is terrifying.

It seems to be able to destroy everything in this world.

"Whew-"

Feng Qingyang also felt that his body was about to get out of his control, and such a load was too great.

His eyelids were so heavy that they were about to close......

"Kill you!"

Feng Qingyang squeezed all his strength, roared wildly, and from his mouth, suddenly, black flames burst out, bursting out with terrifying impact power, like a waterfall, everywhere he went, there were chickens and dogs.

"Boom!"

The dragon's breath collided with the black pillar of light!

An extremely violent fluctuation burst into the wilderness.

Countless millipedes turned into powder.

The power of the dragon's breath that impacted was too terrifying, and the black pillar of light was not an opponent.

Almost instantly, the dragon's breath took the upper hand and forced out the thousand-handed demon monk's approach.

"No!"

The Thousand-Handed Demon Monk exclaimed.

However, he was powerless to change anything, and could only watch the domineering dragon breath completely engulf himself.

He kept screaming, bathed in the sea of fire, and wanted to drag Feng Qingyang to die together, but Feng Qingyang avoided it sensitively, barely flew into the air, and looked at this thousand-armed demon monk indifferently.

"Boom!"

The Thousand-Handed Demon Monk stopped screaming and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Dead!"

Feng Qingyang's heart was a little excited.

The Thousand-Handed Demon Monk has completely fallen, and he will no longer be looking for trouble with the wind clearing.

Those millipedes seemed to sense something, and didn't continue to look for trouble.

This also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Qingyang couldn't help it, and directly fell on the earth, like the body of a small mountain, and killed a lot of millipedes.

He didn't want to move at all now.

Breathing is extremely difficult.

He felt that breathing was a luxury.

The corpse of the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk was constantly bursting into flames.

The smell of burnt paste reached Feng Qingyang's nose, and he didn't bother to avoid it.

"By the way, this worm's worm!"

Feng Qingyang thought about the value of the corpse of the dead Thousand-Handed Demon Monk.

He gritted his teeth and crawled over, using his dragon claws to slash the back of the dead Thousand-Handed Demon Monk, and from there, a black line was withdrawn.

This black line is like the thickness of a child's arm.

A stream of energy is also restrained.

"Sure enough, it's a worm tendon, the body of this thousand-handed demon monk, it's just a millipede. ”

Feng Qingyang endured vomiting and put the worm tendon directly into his storage ring.

The smell of burnt, mixed with the smell of blood, overflowed.

The medicinal power of the longevity fruit in Feng Qingyang's body also began to be continuously squeezed out, restoring Feng Qingyang's true qi.

This was extremely satisfying to him.

"If you don't have longevity, it's probably over......"

Feng Qingyang was a little stunned, lying on the ground, thinking quietly.

In my head, the process of the battle is replayed.

There is a battle with the 10,000-armed and 10,000-eyed black octopus.

There is also the experience of fighting the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk.

"Is what the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk said true or false? Is this really in the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram? I'm in a painting?"

"If that's the case, then who did it?"

"The big octopus, or the dying treeman, or the little shrimp, or somebody else?"

"Perhaps, not the Ten Thousand Beasts. ”

"Could it be the illusion maintained by the big octopus?"

"Is this illusion so real?"

Feng Qingyang thought about it, but he didn't have a clue.

Ever since the 10,000-armed and 10,000-eyed black octopus spat out a mouthful of black mist, he had come to this strange place.

The jump was too big, and he didn't get any useful information at all.

Feng Qingyang subconsciously relaxed his body, calmed his mind, and began to breathe in the aura of heaven and earth here.

The sunlight casts down and bathes it in it, as if it is gilded.

The wind is clear and feels that his dragon body is warm.

He turned his head sideways and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dragon blood, which was the blood of his own viscera, and he didn't vomit unpleasantly.

He subconsciously started to run "Burning Heaven Gong", and the extremely painful feeling was slowly dissipating.

"I see, it's because Burning Heaven Gong is absorbing the power of true yang and healing me. Feng Qingyang was a little surprised, after the name was the key, he also began to take the initiative to stand up "Burning Sky Gong", after all, in a strange place, strength is the most fundamental thing.

When the wind is clear, it is necessary to keep yourself in full bloom.

In this way, you will be able to feel much more at ease when you encounter danger.

At this moment, the corpse of the thousand-armed demon monk was burned to ashes all over the ground.

After Feng Qingyang glanced at it, he withdrew his gaze.

He cast his gaze on the stone houses.

"These stone houses are so huge, what is in them, and what is the use of this?" Feng Qingyang was puzzled, but his body had not fully recovered, so he didn't dare to enter it rashly, in case there was a more powerful existence than the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk, he estimated that it would be suspended.

Therefore, out of prudence, he still planned to restore his body first.

The power of the true yang shone on the dragon body of the wind clear, and when it was submerged, the wind was not the slightest discomfort, but extremely comfortable, just as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.