Fifty percent of the immortal power has recovered half of its strength, and the coercion that belongs to the immortals alone has finally awakened. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was only at this moment that the signs of ascent gradually stopped, and the immortal power bred in this golden light seemed to be a trace of power left behind when the Emperor of Man ascended more than 1,600 years ago.

Although it only made Teng Desire rise by 30%, it was different from ordinary fairy power.

Because this power is also mixed with the power of faith after being worshiped by countless royal families for thousands of years, it can be said to be endless!

The immortal power is no longer rising, it does not mean that he is over, Teng wants to show his eyes, his hands clapped, and suddenly a strong wind blows.

"Ten thousand winds, give me condensation!" He realized a little more in this pure experience.

The wind, the years are like the wind, whether boredom is sad or happy, immortal or destroyed, will all pass away with the wind.

Everything will pass, everything will start again.

Surrounded by a hurricane of 3,000 zhang, the wind that swept the entire southern city grew rapidly.

Four thousand, five thousand, six thousand, made the silver three years old outside the palace dumbfounded.

Seven thousand, eight thousand, nine thousand, even if it is the Southern Emperor, it is also dignified.

Nine thousand nine hundred and six, nine thousand nine hundred and seventy, nine thousand nine hundred and eight...... In the mortal dust, it is rare to be able to grasp the existence of thousands of winds.

Hardly.

In the shaking of the southern city, the momentum of Teng Desire has climbed to the limit, fifty percent of the immortal power, the wind of ten thousand zhang, into it!

The moment he controlled the wind, he immediately felt the power of several other winds in this mortal world.

One is in the Northern Wilderness, which is naturally Lethe.

One is in the west, it should be a demon Buddha.

There is also an ethereal statue, and the specific location will not be found for a while.

In this heaven and earth, there were only three people who controlled the wind above the ten thousand feet, and they stood on three legs. But when Teng Desire rose, there was immediately hostility.

The hostility between the wind and the wind.

The Heavenly Realm cultivators who were swept into his sleeves were all dumbfounded, only the Ghost Heaven was much calmer.

The most surprising was Jin Xiong. As a powerhouse in the color field, he could clearly perceive that there was some looming friction between the wind of lust and the wind of the west.

That's the wind of the Demon Buddha.

His heart hung up, and with his current strength, he was already fearless of stepping into the sky, and the speed of promotion was staggering. It seems that it has something to do with the human emperor who once ruled for thousands of years.

He is here to show goodwill, not to lure the wolf. However, the Demon Buddha also controls the wind, and he can't hide from it after all, and there will definitely be a fight between the two of them.

Thinking about it like this, I can't help but sigh secretly.

As for the attitude of that Dao and the yellow-faced woman, if it was said that it was forced by the pressure of the ghost heaven before, then now it is really convinced.

With Teng's current strength, a slap can slap them both to death, effortlessly.

The three-legged toad is also as obedient as a grandson, not to mention Teng Desire, even a silver three-year-old, all of whom have to let him shed his skin.

Only the ghost sky is the calmest and most looking forward to it. Looking forward to a stronger desire to soar, strong enough to stand alone in the world, and soar in one fell swoop. If he can get a little light in the process, he has a great chance of becoming an immortal!

For this reason, he doesn't mind following Tengqi for the time being.

The so-called human immortals, to put it mildly, are the strongest existence between heaven and earth. To put it mildly, it's just a bunch of old people who can't prove immortal, and they just survive.

And the butterfly saint in Fangcun Mountain is angry and impatient, and she can't get out even if she uses all kinds of means. couldn't help scolding and scolding: "Fangcun Mountain, damn Fangcun Mountain, stinky and shameless little ghost." ”

Outside.

Outside the southern city, there were countless monks gathered densely, they were ostensibly to witness the immortals, but more importantly, they flocked to the immortal qi that was emitted.

Immortal energy, that is something from the fairy world, except for some immortals, other people will not get it in a lifetime.

For cultivation, it has the benefit of breaking through the sky, which is wonderful.

In addition to these monks, the people of Nancheng were swept away by the immortal qi. Many old people, after being blown by the wind like this, their legs are no longer sore, their waists are no longer painful, and their old bodies have become vigorous and energetic.

It's like rejuvenation, back to the time when you were young.

It is a hundred times more effective than the most precious medicinal materials, and the whole city cheers, and the sound of joy rises and falls.

Teng Xiang can clearly feel the heartfelt respect for him from all over the world, nearly a million people, and this respect is the prototype of faith.

The bone tripod given to him by the emperor of the people, in addition to capturing people's souls, is to condense incense and gather the power of faith. This is one of the sources of Shinto, and it is also the most widespread and easy to use.

Gain the faith of all living beings, faith will not be extinguished, and Shinto will not stop!

The momentum of Teng Desire gradually stabilized, and he looked at the pure, complex, and habitual touch of the other party's little head all the time.

"Brother......" Chun Chun muttered, hugged Teng Desire, and whimpered again.

Like a little animal who has lost everything and is homeless, she can't adapt and grow up at this ignorant age.

The palace in front of her may be her former home, but it has long been a matter of fact, except for the Southern Emperor, few people seem to remember her anymore. The most beloved brother is gone, and the so-called home has no meaning.

The Southern Emperor not far away, from beginning to end, was silently watching and not bothering.

Teng's eyes slowly looked at the monks outside the city, swept them one by one, and finally fixed on a ronin in a white shirt.

It is Dongxiu from the Hunting Pavilion, who cultivates as the Ten Spirits of the Heavens!

"Do you know what this immortal likes the most," Teng wanted to open his mouth for a moment, and then disappeared in place with Chunchun.

His voice, accompanied by the wind, rolled like spring thunder, and suddenly appeared in front of Dongxiu's eyes.

At this time, his voice was not over, like ringing a big bell, echoing in Dongxiu's heart, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the crisis skyrocketed.

"You... No!"

Teng's mind changed, even if the other party was like the Ten Heavenly Spirits, he couldn't enter his eyes, of course, the most important thing was that the other party was from the Hunting Pavilion.

In the time of a few breaths, Teng Desire has gone from two percent of immortal power to fifty percent of immortal power, and a hurricane of three thousand zhang has become a wind of ten thousand zhang.

If you are a monk in the sky, you can't see it enough, even if you step on the sky, you have to die!

He is no longer interested in accepting ten ideas like the sky, even if he wants to accept it, he has to collect ten peaks of heaven!

Now the only thought is to let the other party die, he is not stupid, he knows the purpose of the other party's coming, naturally he is waiting for the catastrophe to come, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

This is called aftermath.

"Don't you know, then you don't need to know anymore, die!" Teng wanted to clapped his big hand, and the wind hand condensed by the wind was like the sky of the entire southern city.

One-hit kill!

didn't even scream, he was directly slapped out of the meat puree, shocking all directions.

At the moment of Dongxiu's tragic death, there were several figures in the crowd who fled quickly, all of them were from the Hunting Pavilion, and they were all like the heavens.

A total of six!(To be continued.) )