(Cat flutter Chinese) "Suffer death!" Feng Yichen said, stretched out his hand and pressed Yao Yuanfan's head, then let go of his left hand and turned his palm into a fist, slamming it on Yao Yuanfan's temple!

Although Feng Yichen's strength is not as good as Xingtian, but the temple is the root of human life, Rao is Yao Yuanfan is already a half-step saint, or was he confused by this punch, and his eyes were full of Venus!

Seeing that Yao Yuanfan was not killed immediately, Feng Yichen was horrified in his heart, this is Yao Yuanfan, or other demigods, or even gods below the consummation period, his own punch would have already blown the opponent's head out!

Not daring to slack off in the slightest, Feng Yichen punched twice in a row. There was a pop sound, as if a watermelon had been opened with a punch, and the red and white things were sprinkled all over the ground, and a generation of half-step saints died!

Yao Yuanfan was killed, and the people of the Yao family and the remaining people of the Shaking Light Holy Land were suddenly in chaos. They didn't have an advantage in the first place, but at this moment, the main general was killed, and they had no determination to fight, so they scattered and fled for their lives. Seeing this, Xingtian and the others pursued, while Gongsun Xuanyuan and the third daughter stayed behind to clean up the battlefield. At this time, the bricks and the Futu Tower had already trapped the Qiankun Demon Jar.

"The Yao family is a good wealth boy, every time the Buddha I want a magic weapon, they will send it as soon as possible! Little madman, this big jar is good, don't rob it with me later!" Seeing Yao Yuanfan's ambush, Siddhartha was in a happy mood, and controlled the Futu Tower to trap the Qiankun Demon Jar, and he didn't launch the final blow, he was afraid that he would destroy this thing.

Feng Yichen shook his head when he heard this: "No, this thing is too vicious, it can't be kept, it should be destroyed!" Hearing Feng Yichen's words, Gongsun Xuanyuan and the third daughter also nodded in agreement. Siddhartha was depressed when he saw this, but he didn't press too hard. this thing. If it's ruined, it's ruined.

Seeing this, Feng Yichen straightened up. Suddenly rode on the body of the Qiankun Demon Jar. Raise your fist and fight, as if you have regarded this Qiankun Demon Jar as a yak in the forbidden land of death! The force is so great that every time it falls, it will make the Qiankun Demon Jar make a dull sound, and every time, the black vortex in the Qiankun Demon Jar will fluctuate for a while, as if it may break open at any time.

"Is this still **?" Although I don't know how hard the Qiankun Demon Jar is, I just listen to the sound. Gongsun Xuanyuan and the others knew how strong Feng Yichen's ** was. Let's not talk about the hardness of this magic jar, just these dozen punches will hurt that hand, but looking at Feng Yichen's expression, it seems that he can't feel it, as if those fists are really iron!

Feng Yichen didn't dare to be careless at all, the Qiankun Demon Jar was a tool spirit, he knew that such a magic weapon was psychic, and he also knew that this thing might escape with strange tricks at any time, so he was really engrossed at the moment. Every punch. All fall in the same place, every punch. It's going to make a thumping sound!

As Feng Yichen continued to bombard, there was a miserable hissing sound inside the Qiankun Demon Jar, as if a person had been choked by the throat and subjected to Ling Chi's criminal punishment, that kind of scream was heartbreaking, and the screams before death were nothing more than that!

Although the Qiankun Demon Jar claimed to be able to swallow everything in the world, at this moment, he was bound by the seven-story floating tower and bricks, and he couldn't move at all. Zhang Xuchang's body was also fixed in the air, and he could only let Feng Yichen ride across, there was no way!

"What does this smell like?" Just after Feng Yichen punched no less than a hundred punches in a row, the Qiankun Demon Jar finally shattered. In an instant, a monstrous black gas rose from the sky, covering a round of white sun, and the air was densely filled with the stench of corpses. Under the black gas, a few round rumbling things rolled to the ground along with red blood, and they were the few people who were devoured by the Qiankun Demon Jar just now!

Ji Yuyao and the others pinched their noses and retreated to the side, this Qiankun magic jar didn't know how many things to swallow, the stench around it covered the sky and the sun, and it couldn't make people breathe at all, no way, a few people just closed their breathing.

At this moment, a hideous laugh came from the black air. The black stench continued to condense, slowly transforming into a human figure in the air, slowly materializing, as if it were a real person. But this person is extremely smelly, as if he has been soaking in a dung pit for three years!

"This is the artifact spirit of the Qiankun Demon Jar, you must not let it go, kill!" Feng Yichen shouted violently, his body was already stupid, and he punched the chest of the artifact spirit that was forming an entity!

Feng Yichen's fist was strong, and the righteousness of the heavens and the earth seemed to be under control, and a transparent hole appeared, and at the edge of this hole, a blue flame appeared, and it was Feng Yichen who brought his own body Samadhi when he punched it, and he wanted to burn this thing to ashes!

The machine spirit, which was still slowly combining its forms, couldn't help but scream. This kind of fire, even if the Holy Monarch comes, he can't come out easily, not to mention that he is still a seriously injured instrument spirit! Feng Yichen is reborn in the samadhi fire**, this kind of fire is the second highest flame in heaven and earth, second only to the samadhi true fire that exists only in the world, and the machine spirit cannot be stopped at all.

Seeing this, Siddhartha didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, the proverbs in his mouth kept flying out, and the golden arhats in the Futu Pagoda also emitted golden runes, each of which passed through the body of the machine spirit, leaving transparent holes on it!

The brick had nothing to do, and suddenly flew to the top of Feng Yichen's head, and said with some disgust: "The life of this stinky thing is in his mouth, and if he breaks his mouth, he will hang up!"

When Feng Yichen heard this, his hands roamed in front of him, and the two ontological fires were mobilized by him, and the next moment, both fists had already hit the head of the machine spirit, and the last two fists rushed into the mouth of the machine spirit with real fire at the same time!

"Whew!"

In just one moment, the mouth of the machine spirit was completely ignited by the samadhi fire. The raging flames instantly covered the entire body of the machine spirit. The fire grew bigger and bigger, and pieces of freshly formed things burned and fell down, burning into blackened charcoal blocks......

At this moment, the black machine spirit had been surrounded by raging flames, and it had become a burning fire man, and the dark smoke came out of him and drifted into the distance......

Feng Yichen and Siddhartha still didn't dare to slack off, and the two imprisoned the machine spirit to prevent him from having a chance to fight back at the last moment. The fire is burning more and more, the stench in the air is getting stronger and stronger, the crackling sound is endless, looking at the raging fire, everyone is also shocked in their hearts, why is this thing so thick, it has not been burned for so long?

The machine spirit is unwilling, and the black qi around him is still gathering here in a steady stream, in a vain attempt to fight for his life at the last moment. However, these black gases seemed to add a handful of firewood to the fire, which could only fuel the fire to grow bigger and bigger, and there was no extinguishing power at all.

"That's fine, at least we don't have to worry about the resurgence of these black gases in the end. Feng Yichen was relieved to see this situation. At this time, Xingtian and the others who were chasing also rushed back one after another.

"How's it going? Not in danger, right?"

"Annihilation!" Wu Di said, pointing to the spirit that had not yet fallen and asked in surprise: "Where did this stinky thing come from? Is it drowned in the dung pit for 100,000 years, why is it so stinky?"

"This is that black whirlpool. Feng Yichen explained.

"It's disgusting...... Wu Di shook his head, and suddenly remembered something: "Big brother, where are the fragments of that white clay pot?

"It's samadhi from the fire, and when you go in, it's dusty, and you say those few pieces of clay. Siddhartha said, "Do you still want to use that thing to level up your weapon?"

Wu Di shook his head, he really thought so just now. But look at it now, forget it. He knows the power of samadhi and fire, and he can't resist it at all. The white clay shards may have really exploded.

The black aura was still pouring towards the machine spirit, and when everyone saw this, they naturally wanted to help Feng Yichen burn these things as soon as possible, and they all shot out to hit the real fire in their bodies, but except for Feng Yichen, everyone else did not succeed in igniting this black breath, and couldn't help but shake their heads, watching Feng Yichen busy alone.

It took a full quarter of an hour for all the black aura to merge into the machine spirit. And the body of the machine spirit was also burned at this time and fell to the ground with a bang. Fearing that this thing would be tricked to death, Feng Yichen still didn't dare to despise it, and released a few more natural fires in his body, and this was the end of the matter. But no one left, because the fire had not yet burned to the end, and the object of the fire was precisely a machine spirit! Cat flutter Chinese