Chapter 905: The Emperor's True Weer

There is no so-called color change in heaven and earth, and there is no vast fairy song. Some are still the doting heart that always thinks about her!

Finally, he doesn't have to think about it day and night. He is close in front of him. In the past, he needed to meet him in a dream, but now he doesn't need it anymore, because he is close at hand!

However, at this time, the place of fighting in the Demon Fox Mountain is obviously more fierce than just now. The sky is still dark, as if covered by a cloud of dark clouds, but dozens of miles away, the sun is shining brightly. The ghosts here are ethereal and fierce ghosts appear frequently, which can be said to be extremely strange. After hearing the affirmation of Feng Ming's general, the nine-tailed demon fox slowed down the light of resentment in his eyes. His voice was not as sharp as that, but with a little calmness: "Since Mingzun has this method, it is enough to kill this son!"

As soon as the words fell, Xia Feng snorted coldly and seemed not to like the underworld's arrogance. The five fingers overflowed with a drop of blood of the law, condensed into the handprint of the spell, turned into a powerful hand, and fell from the sky. The spellprint almost shrouded most of the Greater Xing'an Mountains. Even the garrison in the outside world could see this scene. For a while, the outside world **, they are all speculating what happened inside the Greater Khing'an Mountains.

Infighting?

...There is only this explanation. With the cultivation of Chennian, it is absolutely impossible to suppress the nine-tailed demon fox to such a situation.

"Do you dare to use it to make a fool of yourself? Looking for death!" Feng Ming beat the ghost fire in his eyes. The gloomy palm with cyan child armor was suddenly covered with a strange layer of colorful ghost fire. This colorful ghost fire can freeze everything like ice and fire, like a sun fire, and can burn the sky and the earth.

"This skill is called Burial Heaven. You can pick it up!" Feng Ming roared in a low voice and pointed to the void. He saw the colorful ghost fire in his hand "boom" out. The shape of the ghost fire turned into a dragon, as fast as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and quickly killed Xia Feng like lightning.

Feng Ming was sneering in his heart.

This burial of Tianming is the secret art of the Lord's personal creation. This fire does not hurt the immortal body, but the Lord's soul! When he fought with the three emperors and five emperors, he used this skill himself. He didn't know how many emperors were handsome under the throne, and he suffered a great loss! Now using this technique to kill Xia Feng can also be said to give him face, which is a good death!

Just when Xia Feng saw it, he frowned slightly and hurt the fire of the soul?

It's a little tricky. Fortunately, my soul has reached the level of Bayuan Bandi, otherwise, I may really be caught off guard by the other party. After having a plan in his heart, he recited the immortal decision, and the divine soldier box swam out of his body. Eight divine soldiers flew out and turned into a fairy array, which could be attacked and defensive. After abruptly weakening the ghost fire several times, Xia Feng used the soul to completely extinguish it.

Feng Ming looked surprised. It seemed that he didn't expect that this son would block this skill so perfectly.

In those years, the imperial commander beside the emperor was not in a hurry by his own hands, and he had to spend a long life to stop him. Very good." Feng Ming's sharp eyes flashed, and the bronze armor on his body made the sound of collision. While his cultivation was rampant, Feng Ming actually used magic one after another. Seven strange treasure lights gathered in front of him. Immediately, Feng Ming pointed his finger on his eyebrows and led forward. A wisp of the source of the divine soul turned into the eighth treasure light.

"It's a pity that if you can gather a divine glory and turn it into a ninety-nine momentum, then this skill is the real merit. However, my cultivation is not enough, and I can only gather the level of eight and a half emperors, but it is enough to kill this son! This is my last killing skill in this world. If you block it, I will leave!"

"The punishment of the heavens!"

I saw the eight precious lights gathered together and turned into a seven-inch thunder rushing to the heart of the summer wind. This seven-inch thunder seems to be thunderous, but it does not contain any general trend of heaven and earth. Only the mysterious brilliance, some secrets, like an obscure killing. Only after it hits the target can it know its horror!

"Boom--!" Xia Feng's heart roared, and a strong crisis rose in his heart. He subconsciously took a step back. The emperor's sword in Dantian was even more violently buzzing. He wanted to protect the master. Obviously, he expected that the threat of this technique to Xia Feng was too horrify.

I didn't know that Xia Feng was very vigilant at this time, but the next second later, a smile suddenly raised at the corners of his mouth and shook his head and said, "After crossing that line, no one can save you!"

As soon as this statement came out, it seemed casual.

But... Feng Ming's pupils suddenly shrank. It seemed that the words were full of **. Only the nine-tailed demon fox was crazy at this time, and it also noticed the horror of seven-inch thunder. After waiting for the summer storm to die, it was the time of her bloody storm.

It seems that he saw the former enemy kneeling at his feet. He suffered so much. After all, he got what he wanted. Everything has turned into a road and appeared in front of his eyes!

Can...

Just at the moment when the seven-inch thunder was about to sweep into the center of the summer wind... The color of heaven and earth changed, and the whole sky seemed to be upside down. The sea was boiling, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the calm sea seemed to be boiled at this time, with horrible warm bubbles. Countless shrimp, fish and whale sharks could not bear this temperature. In an instant In the meantime, it was cooked. Looking around, there was a floating corpse.

The mountains and rivers are reversed, and the dark clouds in the sky are rolling. I don't know when...!

At the Greater Xing'an Mountains, an illusory figure has appeared. The illusory figure is comparable to the sky and majestic! It seems that all sentient beings are under their feet, seemingly illusory, but they can clearly see the rustling of the Taoist robe blown by the strong wind. The demon fox and the underworld looked up at the sky, and finally saw who the illusory figure was...!

"The Emperor..."

"Wind Emperor--!!"

The former seemed to see this illusory figure at a loss, and his mind roared for a moment, and the latter was fear, like a fugitive who had fled for a long time, looking at the instinctive fear of arresting the criminal police he found.

I saw that the seven-inch robbery thunder had not yet touched the front of the summer wind. The illusory figure, the big hand just gently pressed in the void, and the space collapsed, revealing large areas of black holes, and strangling the seven-inch thunder. Xia Feng showed a faint smile.

If the seven-inch thunder really rushes into his eyebrows, I'm afraid the end will be completely doomed.

But... Xia Feng expected that once the magic power of this world exceeds a certain critical point, there will inevitably be amazing changes. Although he doesn't know what it is, he is sure!

There is no other reason!

On that day, the ghost emperor was released from the divine tomb. With the other party's cultivation, he could definitely unify the human world, but the other party did not dare to stay for a long time. He hurried back to the underworld with his group of his men. Only then did he show his fists and feet, subdue the ten halls of hell, and did not step on this world again!

This is a little strange. Even if the human world's aura is not enough, it will be more than twice as strong as the place where the birds don't shit in the underworld?

But the ghost emperor is not interested at all, so there must be a reason. There must be something he is afraid of in this world! Especially why doesn't Xia Feng use the emperor's sword? His feeling in the dark is that once his cultivation momentum breaks through the Bayuan Bandi, it will definitely cause some kind of strong rebound and always suppress himself.

Now it seems that his guess is not bad!