Chapter 688: Desperate North Sea 28
After detecting the murderous spirit of Xia Feng's body and realizing the lingering power of the heart just now. The outline of the fog face has a touch of fear for him subconsciously, and he dares not talk nonsense to escape from the void. How could Xia Feng let him go? The array that originally protected him flew out of his front and shrouded him. Not only that, it stimulated the imperial sword in Dantian.
"Buzz--!"
After the emperor's sword was poured into the power of the fairy baby, the sword that dared to cut the world almost burst Xia Feng's Dantian! You know, now he can be regarded as a tough sword to suppress the emperor, not letting him reveal this imperial power, firmly locking the outline of the fog face, and waiting for the moment when it escapes.
In the heart of Xia Feng's eyebrows, a dazzling golden light flashed out quickly, which made people feel like a flower in front of them. The outline of the fog face was cut off by the golden light without even being aware of the pain. The golden light shone quickly, and even the momentum was not revealed. After taking action, he returned to the Dantian of Xiafeng and suppressed the divine thunder of Dantian*.
As soon as the emperor's sword comes out, who will compete with him?
What's more, now I have practiced the wind emperor's decision and reached the summer wind of the real fairyland! The outline of the fog face stayed in the sky, motionless, and the fog on his body was not rolling, like a dead cloud, looking at the summer wind dullly.
"How can it be..." The outline of the fog face muttered to himself: "How can this emperor treasure appear in this world..." Before it finished his words, after the whole fog fluctuated, it burst into pieces. Xia Feng sat cross-legged and spit out blood. Mentally decadent.
Force the strong enemy.
Hard and tough fairy robbery.
Kill the road puppet.
Almost all three things are squeezed together, and now it is a miracle that he can still be sober. Countless immortals around looked at each scene, looking at the summer wind with an inexpressible look.
Shock?
Astonished?
Complicated?
In a word, everything experienced today is bound to spread to the whole virtual fairyland. The ancient monks didn't even let go of the puppets. Who can compare with such domineering? Xia Feng dragged his tired body and forced his eyes to pass through some people with bad intentions. Each of these people dodged, for fear that he would care about himself and retreat in fear.
When one day you master the daunting power, it is success!
"Summer wind." The eldest grandson Su Shi flew over in an enchanting posture, and the mixed sky Lingyu's hand danced with the wind with the lotus root jade arm wrapped around his waist. The daughter of the Demon Saint naturally attracted much attention. The other party actually cared so much about Xia Feng, and many people began to guess carefully.
"Elder, what do you think of this person's future?" Qi Molin's eyes flashed and asked calmly. The old lady looked dull and replied with a wry smile, "Miss, this person's future is not what I can imagine. Regardless of success or failure, I thought that what he said was that he must kill the immortal king in ten years was a matter of anger.
"But now, I'm afraid I can't imagine how he will grow up in ten years... Maybe he can really succeed..." The old man resisted the waves in her heart and said.
The fairy king is an eternal tree that has existed in the North Sea for thousands of years!
That is a character comparable to the ancient immortals. For thousands of years, too many people have wanted to challenge Wang Wei, but there are only a few people who can really make ten moves with the immortal king. Most of them don't know the depth of heaven and earth.
The three of them looked full of righteous indignation and awed, which made Qi Molin's original anger disappear, and there was not only a smile on the corners of their mouths.
"Okay, Xia Feng is not far away. If you have the ability, ask him for it. However, I want to tell you first that this son has just killed 38 Jindan monks and 17 Yuanying monks. He has just survived the disaster, and he didn't even let go of the heavenly puppet slaves. Qi Molin's voice was not loud: "In addition, remember... this is the North Sea! It's not Donglu. Even if you die here, as your direct line, the emperor will not reach out to deal with it. Qi Molin pointed slightly to Xia Feng, who was not far away, and reminded him, "It's the guy who is covered in blood. Don't be wrong. Yes, I have unlimited support for you spiritually.
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Silence like death! The three people's faces changed again! The original domineering appearance completely disappeared, and the young man showed a far-fetched smile on the corners of his mouth and said tremblingly, "How can it be, Molin fairy general... You don't have to disturb our fairy hearts."
What answered them was Qi Molin's strange smile.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask someone at will. Since you are looking for death so soon, don't ask. Take out the magic weapon directly, just cut it from this person, and you can be reincarnated. Maybe he will be reincarnated this time and become the direct line of the Wind Emperor. The old man's words were full of sharp thorns and undisguised sarcasm, which made people extremely angry.
But the heart is hanging...
In the Eastland, it seems that they are the wind emperor, which is incomparable scenery. What about the real? To put it bluntly, it is a group of greenhouse flowers that have not even experienced a life-and-death battle. It's better to abuse some monks who are lower than their own. Hearing such killing gods like grass mustard, a touch of chill gushed out in my heart.
"Ha ha, we are the lineage of the emperor, and I don't believe it. He dares to kill me..." The woman of the three, with a strong smile on her face, still said unyieldingly. But after seeing the sarcasm and disdainful eyes in the eyes of the old woman and Qi Molin, the woman swallowed her saliva and stopped talking.
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"Thank you very much just now." Xia Feng looked at Changsun Su Shi and said that he was a little weak.
If it hadn't been for the critical moment, the fall of the disaster, the array might not have time to finish the painting. After checking Xia Feng's body, Su Shi, the eldest grandson, found that although he was seriously injured, he took out a elixir from his Xumi ring after taking the elixir.
It's not bad that she is the daughter of the magic saint, and the healing elixir on her body is the level of the elixir. Xia Feng took a pill and saw that he was gradually getting better. Changsun Su Shi answered and said, "You are too impulsive. If you go through the disaster quietly, there will be such a situation... Fortunately, there is a fool of Tianling, otherwise you will be really dangerous." After saying that, Changsun Su Shiqiao blushed slightly and hummed, "If you hadn't agreed to escort me back to my father's subordinates, how could I have saved you?"
Xia Feng just shook his head with a smile and dragged his tired body towards the Qi family. Just now he noticed that Qi Molin was also ready to help her tide over the difficulties, but the eldest grandson Su Shi was a step faster than her.
"Huh?" Seeing the three men and one woman wearing special ancient rhyme robes in front of them, I noticed that there was a slight hostility on their bodies. His eyes flashed over the three people. After taking a look, he didn't pay attention and went straight to Qi Molin.
"Gulu..." The three people's bodies were suddenly stiff. Just now, the moment they and Xia Feng looked at each other, it seemed that a wild beast was staring at them. As long as the other party was willing, they had no room to resist, and they would die...
The three people's minds were blank, and even their breathing felt so depressed.