Chapter 127 The Godess

"Is it true? It's you?"

A slightly flustered look appeared on the face of the silent Zenzi Gujing, but it was also fleeting. What he practiced was the "Withered Heart Sutra", one of the supreme magical powers of Maha Buddhism, and what he paid attention to was that his mood was like stagnant water. Once there was a wave, even a trace of it would create a disorder of success and demons.

"Huh, Ji Chanzi, I didn't expect to meet you here. This person has a lot to do with me. I hope you can stop." The Phoenix mask woman fell lightly on Wu Pengwei's side and stroked his back. In an instant, a continuous and feminine force entered Wu Pengwei's body.

Surging like rivers and seas, as soft as a stream.

The power of the other party's qi and blood actually has the miraculous effect of treating the injury. In just one breath, Wu Pengwei felt that the destructive power of Ji Chanzi, which could make his meridians qi and blood necrotic, collapsed, and in a blink of an eye, he was forced out of the body by the power of the Phoenix Mask Girl.

"Wow..."

Wu Pengwei spit out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was relieved, and the power of qi and blood ran smoothly again.

Ji Chanzi took a deep breath, and his mood was as dead water again. He said coldly, "Emperor Shi God, is this son a person in your Di Shi religion? You defend it so much."

The Empress Dowager just put her hands behind her and said lightly, "Yes or no, it has nothing to do with you. At this moment, I want to keep this person safe. Please retreat. I don't want to hurt you."

A ferocious color flashed in Ji Chanzi's eyes, but he suddenly looked up and laughed, "Okay, okay, okay, Di Shi Yizong is really domineering, but don't forget that in less than ten years, there will be a ten thousand years of 'Fengshenhui'. At that time, the eight sects will be re-ranked, and you and I will naturally have a fight. At that time, Ji Chanzi will definitely go to Your Excellency, please ask for advice.

The goddess of Di Shi just said faintly, "Let's go. It may be said that this is the first day Chan of your sect. I'm afraid it's not enough for you."

"You bastard, you bully people too much. First take my hand, the withered glory is silent, everything is dead water, and the great withered glory is destroyed."

A palm came, and one in a thousand breaths, the void above his head broke, and the infinite wind swirled faintly formed. In the center of the whirlpool, a huge black snake with a few miles of legs stood up like a sword. The ferocious and frightening snake's head stared at the emperor's goddess not far away, as if staring at a tiny dust.

Withered glory and silence, all things are stagning water.

The surrounding air scenery is as silent as a canvas at this moment, and then it is collapsing and withered at a silent speed.

The flowers and plants began to shrink, the ground began to be mottled, and the trees also turned into ashes in an instant. It was just a blink of an eye, and everything seemed to have passed a thousand years, showing an uncontrollable state of dryness.

A palm of the silent Zenzi covered a hundred miles. At this moment, except for the two people under the power of the Phoenix Mask, no one survived and nothing existed.

The Phoenix masked woman didn't even look at Ji Chanzi. She only smiled at Wu Pengwei beside her and asked, "Is your injury better?"

Wu Pengwei nodded.

"All right, I'll pick you up in three days."

The phoenix mask woman nodded and smiled elegantly, and her silver hair raised in the void. She suddenly turned around, a silver flute in her hand, a silver luminescence, and in an instant it wrapped into a silver phoenix.

This phoenix beauty is incredible. When it spreads its wings, a hurricane swept across the spot.

The huge black snake couldn't resist the power of the hurricane and suddenly rolled away.

Ji Chanzi suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person turned into a dark flame. When the air burst, it disappeared in an instant.

"Phoenix girl, wait, I will definitely report today's humiliation at the God Conference."

"I don't know whether to live or die, but I actually say crazy words." An angry look flashed in the smokey eyes of the emperor's godess. Her slender hand was raised, and the silver flute was a little weak.

And above the infinite starry sky, the silent Zenzi, who was flying in the sea of stars, suddenly felt a pain in his heart and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"B bitch, I won't let you go."

Ji Chanzi roared, his face was ferocious, and his whole body turned into a destructive light and went straight to his fateful star.

"Miss, why didn't you kill that idiot?" The woman with a gun came up and said with hatred that she still held a grudge against the last moment when the silent Zenzi played with her split.

"It's nothing to kill a silent Zenzi, but I don't want to cause a contradiction between the Maha Sect and the Emperor Shizong. As the head of the last three sects, it's not a big deal to teach the disciples of the Maha Sect a lesson, but if you kill it, there will be some trouble. At such a critical moment, you can't make trouble." The tone of the Phoenix mask woman is very flat, but there is a sense of strategy in her words.

She turned around again and said to Wu Pengwei, "Prepare well. We'll see you in three days."

After that, the Empress Dowager pulled the woman with a gun beside her, her body swung, turned into a virtual shadow, and slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

Wu Pengwei breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart felt heavy.

The strength of the Ji Chanzi just now is simply beyond his imagination. The beast of the soul can have such a huge volume, which shows that his power has reached the realm of star handsome, condenses the fateful star, has the power of separation, and must be the peak of the star handsome. Only when it reaches the peak of the star handsome can the beast of the soul be like this. Huge.

And Wu Pengwei is just a powerful master of the divine servant, but compared with the disciples of the sect, he is still fragile and vulnerable.

The strength of the eight sects is really strong.

Motina's silent Zenzi, that is, the emperor's goddess, is even more horrible beyond imagination. He shoots off the silent Zenzi with his hands and feet, and the latter can easily crush Wu Pengwei 10 million times.

Wu Pengwei is proud of the divine pupil skill and Rift Chen's shooting skills. He can easily sweep the magic of heaven that is higher than his own level of martial arts. In such an elite disciple, he does not show any power.

It's not that the power of the divine power is insufficient, but that its own strength is too weak.

At the thought of this, the pleasure of killing the Zen Yinzi disappeared, and it was replaced by a sense of oppression deep into the bone marrow.

"Ji Chanzi is right. There is an intertwined big net in the six worlds of Shen Nian. His power is really too thin." Wu Pengwei's face looked a little lonely, but after a moment, there was a resolute and fierce look between his eyebrows. "However, since there is a net, I will break it with a knife."

After a moment, his mood calmed down again.

"The most urgent thing is to build up your own strength first, and constantly improve the realm of power in addition to strengthening the power. The mind of the six worlds, and the fist is the hardest, and I can't do it. Since I have been targeted by the Maha Sect, it seems that I have to be close to the sect of the emperor's Godess. Among the three sects, the emperor's release is respected. If you can enter the emperor's release, It's better than Mahazong." Wu Pengwei's heart was as clear as snow.

"That's all. The place has been destroyed. Go to Xiaojiu first to ask. It seems that we need to change to another house."

Wu Pengwei made up his mind and went to the "trape" chamber of commerce.

In the "tly knife" chamber of commerce, there are crowds of people and excessive business. On the contrary, the "Wanzhen Pavilion" not far from it is deserted at the door, and the Luo Que is rare.

Man is the most realistic thing. When Wanzhen Pavilion is defeated at the "Sword Appreciation Conference", he is doomed to his end. In the red sky, the life of Wanzhen Pavilion is getting worse and worse.

Wu Pengwei was not far away. He saw his red eyes hurried out of the door. When he saw himself, he was stunned. He was immediately overjoyed and rushed over.

"Lord, Zi Ying has a letter."