Chapter 191 Evil Valkyrie

Fenglan mainland martial arts have been passed down for nearly thousands of years. The stars have sunk and the moon has fallen, and there have been countless talented people.

Some of these people died young and were buried in the bloody rivers and lakes. Some of them became the mainstays of the sect. The power and the status of a hundred echo made them forget that martial arts should have sharpened their will to sacrifice their will to move forward. These people, without exception, became the rulers of the future sect in the future, but also lost their success. An opportunity for top masters.

Only like the evil moon of "Breaking the Dragon Emperor", with talent and courage and strategy, are all tenacious and outstanding. Only then can they create their own supreme skills, achieve the god of war, and go through the air.

There are very few such people, and there is only one in the history of martial arts for thousands of years.

But this is only on the surface. Under the seemingly magnificent river of martial arts, there are many secret things that are bloody and cruel and can't be seen.

Swallowing the placenta of pregnant women to improve cultivation, and break through the realm by eating the flesh and blood of martial arts. However, there will be martial arts to try any trace of path that can steal cultivation.

And among them, there are many talented people, and even these cruel families are more vicious and single-minded.

After thousands of years of fall, how can the evil moon be the only one who has achieved the god of war?

However, these almost evil guys strangely disappeared in the history of martial arts, and, without exception, they were at the peak of the limelight.

This is strange, which attracts countless martial arts historians to study, but they are busy with no clue in their lives.

I can only explain it in the most vulgar words. There are too many sins and I have been punished by God.

It was understandable. It was only when Wu Pengwei witnessed the awakening of these four martial arts masters that he understood how outrageous the words of those so-called martial arts historians were.

"Four junior martial gods?"

"Yin" narrowed his eyes and bent down, as if it were an arrow that could be ejected at any time.

"No, there are three junior martial arts gods and one intermediate martial arts god." Wu Pengwei breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was as indifferent as usual. However, a black hair broke free from the bun for no reason and spread out like running water.

"Yin" understands that this is a sign of Wu Pengwei's strength and a big fight.

"Yes, it's indeed three junior martial arts gods, an intermediate martial arts god, little guy, good eyesight."

The "panic" of the sphinx's face suddenly disappeared out of thin air, turning into a trace of fog, lingering around the whole space, and the gap leading to the first layer of "grimace cage" has long been closed without a trace.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a product of the 'black fog' fantasy."

Wu Pengwei glanced around coldly. The four masters of war did not attack him. A murderous word "kill" was not a harbinger of the four people's action, but more like the key to wake up the four people from a deep dream.

"Yes, boy, you expected it well. I am the god in the 'black fog' god in the fantasy world. He specializes in controlling dolls. These four martial arts gods are as clever as my dogs. I let them break your left arm, and they will never cut off your right hand, hey hey." Speaking of this, the "confusion" that turned into a dark fog suddenly smiled, as if it had met the most beloved toy. "Soon, you will be the next one. I want to refine you and become my mate, Jie Jie..."

"Yin" was furious: "Little bastard, do you want to refine Grandpa Dragon God? Dream."

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and didn't think he was angry at all. He just left a faint sentence.

"Do you want to be my mate? Yes, I'll tell you more if you have the ability.

In a word, stir up endless flames of war.

In the cave, there was a sudden cold wind.

The empty eyes of the four god of war suddenly emitted a scorching light. If the initial "kill" was just the key to wake them up and drag them out of the distant dream, this time, the cold wind will call back their minds and return to their physique.

"I'm dreaming, why did you wake up...?"

The handsome scholar with a long sword in his face was obsessed, and he still recalled the lights and shadows in his previous dream, as if he had not woken up.

"In the dream, the Buddha becomes a Buddha in the dream, thousands are empty, Amitabha Buddha."

The old monk with snow-like skin was confused and announced the Buddha's name.

"Don't miss each other. Looking back again, it has been three lives. Why did you lose me? Why did you lose me?"

The woman with long hair suddenly looked up, revealing a cold and gorgeous face, but under that pair of magnificent red eyes, there were clearly two clear tears.

Wake up with tears.

Only the boy had a smile when he closed his eyes, and it was the same when he woke up. There was no change, but a trace of pain flashed in his pupils was clearly captured by Wu Pengwei.

It's just that even if you know the pain, why can't you give it up?

Confucian obsession, monks are confused, women's love, children's pain, every kind of love has shaken the heart of these peerless strong people. What kind of magic dream does this 'confusion' have? How can the four top strong men be obsessed with this?

In an instant, Wu Pengwei's evaluation of the strength of "Black Fog", the behind-the-scenes controller of this "Nightmare God Mountain", has been raised to another level.

"Guys, it's not difficult to fall into a dream. Take down the boy in front of me. It's all good to discuss."

The bewitched voice of "panic" once again dispersed in the void, lurking into the ears and drums of the four god of war.

It's no less than the soul-suppressing magic sound.

The scholar with a long sword in his hand was the first to look up, look at Wu Pengwei, sneered, and a blood-stained sword in his palm split.

This sword has no sword move, only an unparalleled sword meaning. However, this sword meaning is not pure, mixed with many miscellaneous things, like... the resentment of the dead.

In a move, the sword spirit is like a rushing torrent, and the air is torn abruptly, the gray light is thousands of, and the murderous atmosphere rises.

In terms of pure power, the "Dayan Ninefold Fist" of the "Three Eyes" is also slightly inferior, and there are too many cold killings among them.

However, Wu Pengwei is no more than the old Amon.

"The eternal evil, snakes and dragons are in shape."

With a punch, the two lights of gold and red stood out, transforming into the shape of a dragon and snake, intertling in one place, with derivative changes, dragon not dragon, snake not snake, dragon snake mixed.

This is the supreme "Ferocious Boxing" born from the Taishi Emperor.

At the beginning of the war, Wu Pengwei gained a lot. Although the "Everlasting fierce fist" is not suitable for him to practice, it does not prevent him from stealing the essence,yin it for his own use, and formed his own vein. The rune condensed with light gas to replace the fierce evil spirit is less ferocious, but a little more ethereal and elegant.

The fists and swords intersect and burst.

The space in the cave suddenly trembled, and the air cracked like glass, and then burst.

The scholar holding the sword was muffled, fell down, died, and his vitality was cut off.

The intermediate god of war was against the junior god of war, and the latter had nothing but death. What's more, Wu Pengwei did not leave any spare hand and used all his strength.

"Amitabha Buddha, all sentient beings are suffering, and I am the Buddha."

The old monk with snowy skin suddenly turned dark red, and the void on the top of his head cracked, revealing an ancient Buddha.

The ancient Buddha, red as red as jade, is a hundred feet tall and as tall as a mountain.

This is a martial spirit god, just like the "immmortal Buddha" among the forty-eight martial spirits. However, the "immmortal Buddha" should be covered with golden light, how can it be infected by blood, and there are countless baby crying in the blood color.

Looking at it again, on the Buddha's scattered coat is composed of the crying heads of countless small babies.

Infinite resentment.

The red Buddha suddenly became ferocious and horrible.

"Purple River Car!"

Take the fetus in the pregnant woman's belly to swallow it alive. This is a purple river car, which is a ferocious practice without any human nature.

Wu Pengwei's color changed suddenly. At present, he no longer showed mercy. With a pat of his palm in the void, a large piece of air peeled off like dust powder, in which a pair of rusty swords protrude out and cut straight at the top of the red Buddha's head. In just a moment, the Buddha turned into two halves.

Zero blow, there is an unpredictable opportunity.

Before he even made a bad cry, the Buddha was in trouble.

The old monk spit out blood, looked up and fell down, and his skin color changed from snow-white to dark.

The spirit was destroyed, and the body and soul were seriously injured at the same time.

Before the old monk could react, Wu Pengwei collapsed. When he stepped down, he used the Star Sword, and the strong sword spirit spread like a ripple, and suddenly stirred the old monk's body into pieces.

At the same time, Wu Pengwei looked back and threw his left arm, and a gray dark circle shot out, aiming straight at the cold woman behind him who stood up like a needle.

"Infinite Collapse"

When she saw the wind, it rose, just like a giant snake that was greedy for heaven and earth. In an instant, it expanded to hundreds of meters. The woman raised her hand and split out a thick and powerful light. Unexpectedly, the gray aperture suddenly shattered her offensive, and her body and soul were also absorbed into it, stirred into a virtual. None.

In a blink of an eye, two junior martial arts gods were both killed.

The power of the intermediate god of war, can the junior god of war resist?

At this time, there was only a white child with long braids left in the void. He lowered his head, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. He fell into a dream and could not wake up for a long time.

And the "confusion" also disappeared strangely.

But Wu Pengwei did not underestimate this boy. Among the four martial arts gods, his power is the most powerful. He is the intermediate martial arts god. The three dead guys are all ferocious people. The skills he practiced are stained with too many human lives. This person should not be an exception.

With Wu Pengwei's current strength and means, he is not afraid of the same opponents at all. Under the peak martial arts god, there is no opponent.

Even if you meet the peak god of war, you can only use the "blue pupil" reasonably, and the opportunity is reasonable, and it will be killed as usual.

An intermediate martial god, he has never despised it, but he is not eye-catching.

The reason why he didn't kill the other party was that he just wanted to see what the guy had been doing.

"Dream reality, reality dream..." The boy muttered and suddenly raised his head, with a strange light in his eyes.

A turbid light suddenly spread, forming a strange power aura.

"Aura? Interesting..." Wu Pengwei laughed in a low voice and was about to smash the aura. At this time, a crisp voice came from the opposite side.

"Help me get out of my dream, and I will kill 'confusion' for you."

The boy raised his head in the aura, and there were bursts of enchanting brilliance in his turquoise eyes.