The blood-haired man stood on the sixty-second layer of the hexagram platform, with blood light coming out of his broken arm, reborn in an instant, and his whole body was full of immortals.

He was blessed by the immortal bones, with the immortal qi swirling around his arms, and his strength was huge and boundless, and his fists dared to fight against the axe of the pan barbarian axe.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

Feng Feiyun danced wildly with his axe, his arm like a windmill, crushing the surrounding time and space, and bombarding the blood-haired man's fist.

"Bang!"

Finally, the pan barbarian axe dispersed the fairy light that wrapped the blood-haired man, and an axe tore the blood-haired man's entire arm, and drops of divine essence blood fell, each drop like a mountain hitting the ground, and the altar roared.

"Give me death!"

The corners of Feng Feiyun's mouth hung on the holy blood, his eyebrows flashed with colorful divine light, and an axe slashed towards the top of the blood-haired man's head, and he spat out a glow in his mouth, "Kill me!"

Under the huge pressure of Feng Feiyun, the blood-haired man was forced back again and retreated to the sixty-third layer of the hexagram platform!

He can't retreat anymore, and then retreat is the sixty-fourth layer of the hexagram platform, which is also the top of the Tai Chi Bafang altar, if he retreats to the top of the altar, he will also be shocked to death by the strength of the immortal bones. , the power of the immortals, no one can resist it.

Since you can't retreat, you can only fight.

"I am a cultivator of the Divine Realm, the most outstanding disciple of the Tai Chi Daoists, I don't believe in the power of the immortal bones, I am not your opponent. ”

The blood-haired man was born at the beginning of the primeval period, and lived more than ten quantities of mana, and he was a disciple of the Taiji Daoist, with the help of the power of the immortal bones, to isolate the corrosion of time, and lived from the primeval times to the present, and has reached the sacred realm.

But he has the strength of the immortal bones, but he was forced to retreat by a junior who has only cultivated for thousands of years, which is a fact that he is unwilling to accept no matter what.

"Tai Chi Bing Jie**!"

The blood-haired man's eyes shone fiercely, and a small finger was broken.

The bloody little fingers flew towards the wind and clouds. It exploded in front of the wind and clouds, sending out a force that destroyed a starry sky.

"Bang!"

The divine clothes on Feng Feiyun's chest exploded, his flesh and blood were blasted, and his body shook, and he fell from the sixty-second layer of the hexagram platform at one point.

The impact was so strong that it was almost impossible to stop.

The blood-haired man gritted his teeth, and his entire left hand flew out of the coffin, slamming into Feng Feiyun's body.

"Boom!"

This force was ten times larger than the force just now, blasting Feng Feiyun's body to pieces, with gaps everywhere, tattered, blood flowing, and his body seemed to crack at any moment.

"How strong is his body?" the blood-haired man gritted his teeth, and his entire left arm flew out.

What he performed was the "Tai Chi Soldier Solution", which allowed his body to burst out with a force that surpassed his body several times, even dozens of times, and hundreds of times, but once the soldiers were solved, it meant that these soldiers could not be reborn.

If the soldier unties a hand, the hand is really gone, and it will take tens of thousands of years to recover.

"Boom!"

Feng Feiyun's body was completely shattered by the blood-haired man's arm and turned into a blood mist, but soon Feng Feiyun was reborn against the sky, condensed his body again, and stood on the sixty-second hexagram platform.

"How is it possible? Even if the strength of the Tai Chi Soldier Jie ** can't kill you, it's enough to knock you off the altar. The blood-haired man said.

"If you want to know the reason, then I'll tell you. Feng Feiyun raised his right foot, and there was a sword at the bottom of the sole of his foot, and half of the sword body was exposed outside the sole of his foot, emitting a demonic light.

With each step he took, the blade of the sword was inserted into each layer of the hexagram table, nailing his entire body there.

In this way, it is only possible to die in battle, and it is impossible to take a step back.

Feng Feiyun said: "The Tai Chi Soldier Solution ** is indeed very powerful, if you directly dismantle yourself and attack me with your whole body, you will definitely be able to exert the power of the Great Sage's full force, then I will definitely die." Unfortunately, you don't dare to do that, because you are afraid of death. ”

The blood-haired man snorted coldly, and the entire torso of his body flew out, leaving only one head still suspended above the sixty-third layer of the hexagram platform, with a hideous look in his eyes, "Why do you need a blow from the Great Sage, this blow is enough to kill you." ”

This force is simply more powerful than the force of the Immortal Light Strike, like a cosmic explosion.

Feng Feiyun's eyes shrank, and the multicolored divine seal in the center of his eyebrows began to run wildly, turning into a multicolored divine cover, enveloping himself.

"Boom!"

The blood-haired man's body burst open, smashing out a force that destroyed everything in the world.

All the creatures who were still on the Tai Chi Bafang Altar sensed the surging power and fled to the Tai Chi Bafang Altar one after another, but there were still countless people who did not escape.

"Poof!"

All the living beings on the Tai Chi Bafang Altar were killed by this force, and even the Holy Spirit fell, none of them survived, and the dead bodies were piled up in one world after another.

Quiescence!

Dead!

The entire Tai Chi Bafang Altar became quiet, all the battles were gone, and only one head was still suspended above the sixty-third hexagram platform, and a long laugh came out of his mouth, "Ha Lu Ha! Dead! Finally dead." ”

The wind flying clouds on the sixty-second layer of the hexagram platform have also been bombarded by the force just now, and they were hit at the first time, and their bodies turned into grains of blood sand, and many people saw that scene!

Below the altar, the entire battlefield stopped.

"Did Feng Feiyun also die in battle?" The Great Demon Dragon was covered with wounds, his flesh and blood were about to fall out, and he could see broken dragon bones in many places, with a deep sadness and despair in his eyes!

Taizu failed, Feng Feiyun died!

The Tai Chi Bafang Altar has become completely empty, although it has long been known that this is a fierce and auspicious battle, and it is the most difficult battle to survive in the Great World of the Lost Pearl.

But when the end came, it was still unacceptable, and everyone's anger seemed to disappear.

In the Divine Prison, all the saints felt a sense of desolation, and what appeared in front of them was not only the wind and clouds that died in battle, but also the dense corpses and bones on the Taiji Bafang Altar.

"This ...... How is this possible?Feng Feiyun died in battle?...... wouldn't it?" Blood Jiao's eyes stared at the top of the altar in a daze, and saw Feng Feiyun's body turn into a drop of blood sand, which was blown away by the wind, and this scene made it feel unreal.

It always felt that Feng Feiyun would not be defeated, but now it was killed in battle!

Feng Xiaolong's eyes were red, his five fingers were clenched, his nails seemed to be pierced into the flesh and blood, the demonic energy on his body was soaring, the demonic intent exploded in his body, and the purple divine ship in his body rushed out of his body.

He turned over and stood on top of the purple divine ship and flew towards the top of the Taiji Bafang Altar, "Kill!"

The Tai Chi Bafang Altar had been emptied, and there was no enemy to stop his pace at all, and he climbed on the sixty-second layer of the hexagram platform alone, fell from the purple divine ship, and picked up a black wrench on the ground.

Feng Xiaolong pinched the Miao Ghost wrench, gritted his teeth tightly, and said, "You said that I didn't dare to fight to the death, and you said that my mind was not tough enough, then I will show you the tenacity once." ”

Feng Xiaolong put the Miao Ghost wrench on his thumb, and as soon as he stretched out his palm, the pan savage axe fell into his hand, his eyes looked upward, and the battle intent on his body completely burst out.

On the top of the Miao Ghost's fingers, the "God King Flying to the Sky" diagram flew out and merged into the purple divine ship, and the instrument spirit of the purple divine ship was completely activated, emitting purple clouds and mist.

The purple divine ship at the feet of the wind dragon roared with the purple divine ship itself at the top of the altar.

The body of the purple divine ship was shaking violently, and it was about to shatter the seal and fly down the altar. The saints imprisoned on the purple divine ship could all feel that the seal was loosened, and the prohibition showed signs of shattering, and they all shook their spirits.

"The body of the purple divine ship resonates with the machine spirit, and in resisting the power of the altar, everyone may be able to break through the divine prison by joining forces. The Ancestral Dragon King shouted.

The Ancestral Saints on the Purple Divine Ship began to mobilize the holy power of their whole bodies to impact the seal, and wanted to escape from the Divine Prison.

On the sixty-third layer of the hexagram platform, the blood-haired man only had a head left, but he was still extremely powerful, and the existence of the divine level, even if there was only a bone left, could exert the strength of the world-level saint.

"The Purple Divine Ship is actually in your hands, just in time, and now the Purple Divine Ship can be fully activated. "From the eyes of the blood-haired skull, two evil rays of light shot out, piercing the void and bombarding the past.

Feng Xiaolong was a cultivator at the peak of the Infinite True Saint, but compared to the existence of the divine level, there was still a huge gap, and the holy body was instantly shattered by those two rays of light.

"Wow-"

However, in just an instant, Feng Xiaolong's body condensed again, a divine fire was beating in the center of his eyebrows, and the aura on his body not only did not weaken, but became stronger.

"How is it possible? You are only a cultivator of the immeasurable True Saint level, and you have actually given birth to a divine fire, and it is only a matter of time before you reach the Divine Realm. The blood-haired skull thought that his blow, even if it couldn't kill the young man in front of him, at least it would be able to beat him to a great extent.

But he was still standing intact on the sixty-second hexagram platform, not only did he not die, but the center of his eyebrows even gave birth to a divine fire, which was frantically absorbing the power of the altar, and it had the potential to burn stronger and stronger.

"I understand, you are actually born with a divine fetus, born with a divine fire in your body, and the blow I just gave did not kill you, but instead helped the divine fire in your body burn. Whose son are you?" said the blood-haired skull.

Feng Xiaolong's eyebrows were scorching, the flames were endless, and the strength on his body was constantly rising, and there were signs of breaking through to the Holy King, and said: "It was my father who died in your hands just now, my father died in battle, and my son fought again." If you can kill the Feng family, someone from the Feng family will naturally come to kill you, and the Feng family's battle spirit will not be destroyed!"

Feng Xiaolong carried the Panbrute Axe, and suddenly stepped onto the sixty-third layer of the hexagram platform, his body standing like a withered grass in the cosmic wind, crumbling, but he still stood there steadily, and slashed towards the bloody skull.

This was the first time he had admitted that Feng Feiyun was his father.

Feng Xiaolong is naturally invincible to the bloody head, and his body has been broken again and again, but his divine fire is endless, and his body can always be re-condensed, and every time he re-condenses his body, he will absorb a large amount of immortal power on the altar, causing him to become stronger and stronger the more he fights, and every time his body is broken, the strength will be stronger.

And at this moment, in the turbulence of time, a tattered bronze ancient ship has quietly flown over the sixty-third layer of the hexagram platform, and ascended to the sixty-fourth layer of the hexagram platform, that is, the top of the Tai Chi Bafang altar.

Feng Feiyun was standing on top of the bronze ancient ship at this moment, his eyes were firm, staring at the chaotic ethereal immortal bone suspended in the center of the altar.