Chapter 389: The Holy Son of Wujimen

"I don't know how many years this relic has been abandoned, even if it is the cave of the ancestors of the Luo family, but we found it, it is our chance. ”

"Daoist friends want to send us away in a few words, when we are all three-year-olds?" Yang Qingxuan said fearlessly.

"In the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, the cultivation is good, I don't know what this fellow Daoist is called?" Zheng Feng asked with a rather interesting feeling.

It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful man, and he also had the cultivation of the middle stage of the god transformation.

"Under Yang Qingxuan. ”

Yang Qingxuan...... The Holy Son of Wujimen who walks the world today?" Zheng Feng seemed to recall something, and subconsciously blurted out.

"How do you know?" Zheng Feng suddenly revealed Yang Qingxuan's identity, which shocked him.

In addition to the Nine Cities Alliance, there are also three major sects in the Central Domain: Jade Void Vision, Heavenly Demon Sect, and Wuji Gate.

Although the power of these three major sects cannot be compared with the Nine Cities Alliance, they cannot be underestimated.

Among them, the Jade Void View and the Heavenly Demon Sect have intricate relationships with many families, and they have cooperated in many aspects.

And only Wuji Sect has always been very low-key, seemingly mysterious and secretive, and few disciples of the sect walk in the world.

Even the location of the sect of Wuji Gate, there are very few people who really know it.

Compared to other forces, Wujimen seems to only know how to retreat and cultivate, and pursue the Dao wholeheartedly.

However, Wujimen has always had a heritage, that is, to select a Holy Son with excellent cultivation talent to walk in the world, and no one knows what to do.

The holy son who walks the world in the contemporary era is Yang Qingxuan, Zheng Feng also heard of this person in his previous life, and he suddenly remembered it just now,

At this time, not only Yang Qingxuan was shocked, but even the two people behind him, Kongkong Yu and Suzuki Hua, were also taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qingxuan, who was unknown along the way, was actually the mysterious and unpredictable Holy Son of Wujimen, and he also had such a terrifying cultivation.

Thinking that he actually wanted to swallow the treasure alone, Kongkong Yu couldn't help but be afraid for a while, but now that Yang Qingxuan was in the way, they might still have a chance.

"These treasures were discovered by us first, even if you people from the Nine Cities Alliance can't be so domineering. The empty fish shouted unwillingly from behind.

"Oh, in that case, let's speak from strength. Zheng Feng tilted his head and smiled.

Not long after he had just broken through to the late stage of the Transformation Spirit, his strength had been greatly enhanced, and he was just trying to test how strong he was.

Although his primordial gods are not around and cannot exert all his strength, Yang Qingxuan is only a cultivator in the middle stage of the transformation of gods.

"I'm about to learn a lesson!" If Yang Qingxuan is the pride of the sky, a strong fighting intent rises in his body at this time.

Kongkong Yu took a few steps back, and said to the Black Mountain Jun who was still breaking the formation: "Master, how long will it take?"

"It's going to be ready in no time. Black Mountain Jun said.

Faced with the terrifying coercion of the two god-transforming stage cultivators, several people hurriedly retreated to the side of the white jade sculpture, and the prohibition here could weaken the coercion of the other party.

Call!

On Yang Qingxuan's body, a cyan figure slowly walked out, with long hair flying, surrounded by a whirlwind.

The breeze was blowing, and wisps of it began to converge beside Zheng Feng, and it was obvious that he could feel the flow of air.

"The law of the wind?"

Zheng Feng could naturally feel the fluctuation of the power of the law, and Yang Qingxuan seemed to be standing still in place, but in fact, he had already started.

The gentle wind, like a lover's hands gently caressing, also sounded a gentle murmur in the ears.

"Psychedelic power?" Zheng Feng squinted his eyes slightly.

Beside Yang Qingxuan, an identical figure was condensed again, looking hazy and somewhat unreal.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan made a move, he mobilized the power of the two laws at the same time, which seemed to be soft and drizzly, but in fact it implied murder.

Zheng Feng already knew the power of the law mastered by Yang Qingxuan, and the protective spirit light around him was uncertain, and he was obviously being attacked by the other party.

In the blink of an eye, the gentle breeze broke through Zheng Feng's protective aura, and the wisps of breeze suddenly became sharp, like countless tiny blades, cutting all over Zheng Feng's body.

The Soul Devouring Technique circulated in the veins, and Zheng Feng's body was slightly raised by three points, becoming stronger, comparable to a top-grade magic weapon-like body, exuding a glass-like luster.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the breeze quickly turned into a violent wind, and the whistling sound of ghosts and wolves exploding in his ears.

Scenes of illusions appeared in front of Zheng Feng's eyes, wanting to pull him into the illusion, and an invisible psychedelic force quickly spread towards his sea of consciousness.

Yang Qingxuan saw Zheng Feng standing motionless, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if victory was in sight.

, no one can stay awake in the face of his illusion, even if the other party's spirit is strong and can resist the power of psychedelia, and if he is not pulled into it by the endless illusion, he will be torn to pieces by the hurricane outside.

I saw that the entire silver disc was full of howling winds, and finally converged into a tornado storm, with Zheng Feng as the center, and spun rapidly.

The tornado became more and more violent, and the whistling sound of the hurricane exploded like thunder.

The hurricane that covered the sky and the sun gathered a dense array of small wind blades, which rotated around Zheng Feng at an extremely fast speed.

A huge pulling force came from all directions, Zheng Feng was still standing in place, his robe was hunting, and the long hair behind his back was flying in the wind.

The skin on the surface, under the countless small sharp wind blades, has appeared one after another tiny blood marks.

The terrifying recovery ability of the innate Dao body began to play a role at this time, and a blood mark had just been cut, and it was restored in the blink of an eye.

Everyone standing outside could not see Zheng Feng wrapped in the tornado storm at this moment, and the sky was dark on the silver disk.

Luo Hanyan was wrapped in holy white light, condensing into a huge white light cocoon, and he couldn't see the specific situation inside.

Ji Demon Flower and Cai'er, who were originally standing behind Zheng Feng, were unable to fight against the powerful hurricane at this moment, and retreated again and again.

Fortunately, Yang Qingxuan also seemed to know the identities of Ji Demon Flower and Cai'er, and did not control the hurricane to attack the two.

However, the aftermath of the huge tornado storm was not something they could resist, and now it had retreated to the edge of the silver courtyard.

"Husband, you must hold on!" Ji Youhua let out a coquettish cry.

Cai'er also looked at the center of the tornado with a worried face, and shouted loudly: "Brother Feng, safety first, forget it if you can't do it." ”

Behind the white jade sculpture over there, the faces of the empty fish were full of horror, but they didn't expect Yang Qingxuan to be so terrifying.