Chapter 599: Back to the Three Holy Sects

"Since you two take action first, it's no wonder it's down." Shen Chong smiled, and the momentum exploded in an instant. In an instant, the huge mana unfolded in the nine-day wind layer, and there was no trace of wind in the vast land. There was nothing empty, and a battlefield had been drawn out.

"What a strong momentum!" Jin Fuquan's face changed and he was shocked: "The soul turns nine times. How can it be? It spans six realms in just three years."

"Haha, it even broke a few realms in a short time. It seems that the secret in you is very great." Feng Ping laughed and was not surprised but happy. With a turn of his palm, he had sacrificed a dragon head crutch. The head of the stick was inlaid with two pearls shining white light, emitting a strong power of stars.

Even if the other party is also a soul nine turns, but with two against one, and he and Jin Fuquan have been practicing for hundreds of years, can't he be a boy who has only made his debut for a few years?

"I don't know the depth of heaven and earth. I think that with the cultivation of the soul, I can run rampant," Shen Chong's body flashed, and his palm poked out, and suddenly slapped down.

click!

With a crisp sound, the pearl was broken, the crutches were broken, and the sealed body was like a vented ball. It was bounced away from afar, and the blood was sprinkled down, leaving only a sad cry.

"How can it be that my dragon soul star stick is made of the body of the fallen ancient dragon, which gathers the power of the stars of heaven and earth. It is extremely strong. It is only one line away from becoming a top-quality magic weapon, and it is so easily destroyed." Feng Ping roared loudly.

"Well, no matter how powerful it is, it's just a medium magic weapon." For a medium-quality magic weapon, Shen Chong was not interested in collecting it at all and directly smashed it, but the broken essence was not wasted.

"Damn it, how could there be you in the Nepity Cemetery in those years?" Feng Ping's anger rushed to the sky, five fingers shot in a row, and five swords flew out like lightning, stabbing Shen Chong's head. This is a set of magic weapons for him to become famous. Star-chasing serial swords, five swords are connected, and the sword spirit is like a rainbow. After it explodes, it turns into a finer sword silk, which makes people defenseless. Moreover, each of these five swords is a medium-grade peak magic weapon, and Feng Ping The original fate is connected, and it is already the magic weapon of the original life.

"It turned out that you presided over the Nepity Cemetery." Shen Chong's eyes shrank and surged out a lot of hatred.

In the tomb of the sea god in those years, I don't know how many young talents were buried, young heroes, and many of the rising stars of several sects fell among them. I heard that some people came to ask for guilt, but they were pushed clean by Mingyu Valley, and some people in the demon gate also hit the door, but they came back. Unexpectedly, there would be a god. The strong man at the peak of the soul realm intervenes.

Shen Chong was just a martial arts warrior in those years. If he hadn't seen the opportunity early and had a master to help him, he would have fallen into it. His hatred for Mingyu Valley was far above the Wufu Gate.

Wh!

Shen Chong's eyes were fierce, and his body shook. He had moved to Feng Ping's side. He slapped and pulled out a slap.

Feng Ping's body was immediately pumped away by huge power, and several protective magic weapons did not have time to launch.

Poo!

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and there were a few teeth that spit out, mixed with blood, and a breath in his chest was breathless for a long time.

"Looking for death, I'm going to kill you, I must kill you."

Feng Ping was completely angry. As the elder of Mingyu Valley, he has always been superior. Even Nanshouru, the head of Mingyu Valley, wanted to be polite to him. When he traveled, he was respected by thousands of people. When was he was so humiliated?

"Kill me, you are not even qualified to be my opponent." Shen Chong smiled coldly.

Pup!

Another palm appeared in front of Feng Ping's chest and patted it fiercely, bo! With a light explosion, the Zhongpin treasure clothes on Feng Ping's body had exploded, and the whole chest collapsed, blood overflowed, and the white bones pierced out of his chest.

"Ah..."

In the scream, a soul of life shot out of the top door, and the source of 79,000 divine souls was entangled on the soul of life, bursting out with a strong breath.

The body has been defeated, and Feng Ping is obviously going to die.

"Explosion! Explosion! Explosion!"

Feng Ping had already been furious. Five star-chasing serial swords swirled, and the vitality on the sword exploded. A destructive force spread out, and he actually wanted to explode his own magic weapon.

But it is useless. With the number of the origin of the soul, Shen Chong is above Fengping. What's more, Shen Chong has understood the law of breaking and transformed the source of the soul into a broken source. This is a qualitative leap, and the power is more than several times.

"The level of monasticism in Shenzhou mainland is far worse than that of Youzhou. A soul nine-turn strong man doesn't even have a top-quality magic weapon." Shen Chong shook his head secretly.

Hum!

The shadow appeared, and Shen Chong's figure moved away silently again. In the roar, a huge white jade palm appeared in the void. This palm was clean and sacred, and the power contained was also calm and steady, but it was extremely thick, as if it had mobilized the power of heaven and earth and driven the whole sky to suppress it.

The palm of heaven!

In the endless abyss, most of Shen Chong's magical seeds were smashed, and the power of the palm of heaven also fell more than half. However, in the thirty-three days of Taoism, it did not win with strength. Although the power of the palm of heaven reborn after the disaster was insufficient, it was more pure and more mysterious, and the impenetrable vitality penetrated into the star-chasing series. In the sword, the tyrannical pressure was immediately controlled, and the defense on the soul of life was broken and penetrated into the depths of the soul.

In an instant, Feng Ping also seemed to feel something. He tried his best to stimulate his power, but to no avail. Under the cover of the palm of heaven, he couldn't even detonate himself.

"What kind of magic power is this!" Jin Fuquan also felt a little bad. While Feng Ping took action, he also wanted to sacrifice his own magic weapon, but he was shocked by the power of the palm of heaven. For a moment of hesitation, Bai Yu closed his big hand.

Although Feng Ping struggled desperately, he was still suppressed by the palm of heaven, and even his soul did not escape.

After suppressing Feng Ping, Shen Chong's body shook and instantly moved to Jin Fuquan's side. He played with the dim soul in his hand and stared at Jin Fuquan coldly: "It's just that the soul turns nine times. I think the world is invincible. It's too underestimates the world's heroes."

Jin Fuquan's face was a little pale. He didn't expect that Feng Ping, the famous elder of Mingyu Valley, who was famous in the land of Shenzhou, would be suppressed by life. Who is the other party? Could it be the Holy Emperor?

"How can it be that you are so strong? You are really the little monk back then." Jin Fuquan said in a trembling voice that he had firmly kicked on an iron plate. Although he had the intention to retreat, he knew that he was afraid that he could not escape.

The wind surges around the battlefield, sharp as a knife, as fierce as fire. Under the movement of Shen Chongfeng and thunder's wings, a storm floated out of the magic weapon and rolled up huge waves.

The wind roared, and this door was full of magic power from the wind, mobilizing the wind all over the sky, as if it had laid a trap. Even if it could not kill Jin Fuquan, it was enough to stop him from escaping.

"Daw, heaven and earth luck, continuous luck, five blessing god fist." Jin Fuquan gritted his teeth fiercely. Even if Shouyuan was approaching, he would never be willing to sit and wait for death.

Wufu God Fist, longevity, wealth, Corning, good virtue, good end, this Wufu God Fist contains all the martial arts essence of Wufumen, which is unfolded in the hands of Jin Fuquan. I don't know how many times stronger than the Fuhai in those years.

The five boxing winds have their own mysteries. The huge pressure has shaken the void, which has smashed the battlefield created by Shen Chong. The nine heavenly wind is whirring, and a fist with colorful light breaks through the air.

"Break!"

Shen Chong roared softly, and also punched out. The red-golden fist shadow appeared, and the gods and martial arts fought against the five blessings.

The fists and fists intersect. After the explosion, a figure flew out, and Jin Fuquan turned around and fled into the wind.

"Huh, did you escape?"

Shen Chong sneered. Just now, these hands are just a small test. How can Rong Jinfu escape?

Whoo-hoo!

A golden scroll unfolded, the Jiuzhou mountain and river map has been opened, and Shen Chong stood on the scroll with a smile:

"Stay here. Whether it is the treasure of Jiuzhou or the treasure of the world, you need to instill a lot of the source of the divine soul. Anyway, your longevity is approaching, and it is enough to die if you can melt into this extreme magic weapon."

"No, you can't kill me. I can submit to you, help you fight against the Three Holy Sects, help you resist Mingyu Valley, and even help you control the whole Wufu Gate."

Jin Fuquan screamed, and his simple and honest face had begun to twist. He had felt the terrible power emanating from the Jiuzhou mountains and rivers, which was enough to crush him, and he could not even have the idea of resisting.

"No, I just want to understand the current situation in Shenzhou mainland. What's the use of being exhausted waste like you, even if I subdue it." Shen Chong sneered, and the pictures of the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou were rolled up, and twenty-four broken origins surged up. Coupled with the blessing of the origin of Jiuzhou, he was able to suppress people with one force and drop ten times. Jin Fuquan had no resistance at all. In the screams, he was pulled in by Jiuzhou mountains and rivers.

Wh!

Shen Chong moved the void and shuttled through the nine-day wind layer. For a moment, he had left the mysterious ancient meteorite far away. In just a short short moment, he sensed more than a dozen powerful breaths that flew in from the crack, all of which were practitioners who were going to explore in the endless abyss.

The origin of the Jiuzhou world has changed, and the aura of heaven and earth has become stronger. Even in Shenzhou, there are also many great practitioners in the realm of divine souls. It seems that it is no longer possible to look at the monastic level of the Shenzhou mainland with old eyes.

"Endless abyss," Shen Chong shook his head with a wry smile and stayed in the boundless darkness for nearly three months. Except for the darkness or darkness, he didn't get anything good, and he didn't even see a ghost.

In those years, Shen Chong's cultivation was not enough. He didn't know much about the strong man in the soul of Shenzhou. If Feng Ping and Jin Fuquan hadn't hit his hand, he would not have captured him. At this time, he naturally didn't need to pay attention to these people.

Shen Chong did not fly down in a hurry, but opened up a space in the nine-day wind layer, and pressed his palm on the unconscious Jin Fu's whole head. The soul surged, and the soul had been unfolded.

After three hours, Shen Chong got up and shook Jin Fuquan's body into flying ash, and his soul was suppressed to the depths of Jiuzhou Mountain and River Map.

"I didn't expect that the situation in Shenzhou had changed so much." Shen Chong's eyes showed a complicated look.

After browsing Jin Fuquan's memory, Shen Chong has a general understanding of the recent situation of Shenzhou. Jiuhua School and Xiaoyundao have been destroyed. There are only five Shenzhou Seven Avenue Sects left, while the Shinto Sect takes advantage of the situation to rise rapidly, and there is a hidden sign of leader group theory, becoming the largest sect.

Mingyu Valley and Wufumen have already been secretly subordinate to the Shinto sect. The Three Holy Sects are supported by the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is too unclear, and the broken sword faction, which was originally the head of the Seven Avenue Sect, rarely remained silent.

In order to resist the rise of the Shinto sect, the alliances of the Blood Shadow Gate, Jiuyou Valley, Wanjie Sect and Red Flame Sect of the four demon gates in Shenzhou, known as the Demon Alliance, have also formed a huge force.

"Shinto sect, Sansheng sect, demon alliance, three-legged power?" Qingluan was murderous and eager to try, "Since you are back, you can't be willing to be lonely. Which force should you start first?"

"Of course it is the Three Holy Sects," Shen Chong smiled faintly: "I didn't expect that Ji Changhua had won the position of leader. The real person of Chixiao was willing to hide behind this person. If it is a confluence, then there is no need for this sect to exist."