Chapter 19: Kill the Fu Tuzong

Almost between a wave of hands, just a fist, the ten generals of Futu are dead without burial. They are also too arrogant, as if they forget that between Feng Kui's punch, the mountain of refining the wilderness is all dumped and broken. They are just the realm of half-step immortals. How can they be the opponents of Feng Kui's head?!

Refining the Wilderness Mountain is an artifact given to the Futu God. It is a melting pot for casting the blade magic weapon before the Futu God became a god. It is extremely powerful. How can ordinary people shake it at all?!

This mountain is not far from the Futu sect. A sect of Refining God Mountain and Futu Sect corresponded with each other. It was originally a situation of arching each other. There were ten half-step immortals guarded as if they were as golden soup, but they were strongly destroyed by Fengkui, as if there was a toy and a mound.

Today's wind head, under the immortals, everything is ants in front of him. Relying on the song of war alone can sweep everything.

The huge movement on the side of Refining Shenshan soon aroused the vigilance of Fu Tuzong. He immediately felt the collapse of Shenshan and the annihilation of the master. A master and a half-step immortal were extremely surprised and went out one after another to capture the murderer.

Feng Kui and Yu Fu walked leisurely and went to the Futu sect without delay.

On the way, the master of Fu Tuzong has come. When he sees a person who can, he will kill him. He would rather kill tens of millions by mistake than let one go. He is extremely cruel.

Feng Kui's face is calm, and there are notes jumping around him all the time. It is an immortal war song singing.

But all the masters of Futuzong were punched to death by him. At a glance, he was reincarnating and shot directly with his eyes.

Nothing can resist.

The wind is like entering no one's land, and the wolf enters the sheep.

This killing has just begun. Fu Tuzong is cruel and domineering. The wind is to control violence.

"The nine saints of Futu are here. Who dares to be unfavorable to me? All the worlds, we will kill them."

A huge sound sounded, and the bursting notes stabbed the wind. Nine figures appeared in front of Feng Kui's head. Each of them is wearing blood-colored armor, and the armor is covered with blood and resentment. It is impossible to know how many people these nine people have killed.

In the Futu Sect, those who can be crowned with the word "saint" are all extreme beings who have slaughtered the world. In Futu, killing is glory, killing is practice, and killing is a kind of enjoyment. They kill people, just like ordinary cultivation, have become a habit, and it can be said that they have reached a state of perverts.

The nine people standing in front of him are called Futu Nine Saints, which means that at least nine worlds have been slaughtered by them. Futu Nine Saints, all like demon gods, holding huge axes, spears, guns, huge swords, long swords, hooks and sickle blades, besieged the wind's head and clothes in the blink of an eye.

The strong man with a hook sickle was called the Black-blooded Butcher. His eyes were wide open, and blood-colored cold electricity in his eyes. He stared at the clothes and said coldly, "The traitor of the Futu Sect, the abandoned saint and the bitch actually escaped. Originally, Zong mainly suffered a little bit and died. It seems that you are going to die under me today. I will give you a happy one. Just thank me!"

When Feng Kui heard this, his face suddenly turned cold and shouted, "What are you talking about?" Word by word, the murderous intention rose out.

The black-blooded slayer sneered and said, "Well, what did I say that you still don't know? I know you are the reincarnation of that person. Very good, you two dog men and women, die here today, and all the hidden dangers are gone. My black blood will cut everything of you into pieces and suppress them forever. Slowly burn with the Futu sacred flame... You don't have a chance to turn over. Ah ha ha..."

The black-blooded slayer laughed wildly.

However, the laughter suddenly stopped and stopped abruptly, which was unusually abrupt.

Because of his mouth, his throat suddenly cracked and exploded.

The other eight Futu saints were shocked.

The black-blooded sator suddenly became violent, and his flesh and blood squirmed to recover from his injury. The hook and sickle in his hand suddenly waved and harvested the lives of all creatures.

The bloody sickle is thousands of miles long, and the bloody blade cuts to the neck of the wind's head. But Feng Kui didn't move, just looked at the black-blooded butcher indifferently. In his eyes, the epitome of the door of reincarnation emerged. The power of reincarnation, calculating merits and virtues, killing the sins of slaughtering saints with black blood, will inevitably fall into the animal path forever and never turn over.

The body of the black-blooded sator exploded continuously, getting faster and more violently.

The hook and sickle in his hand could not be waved, and his body suddenly exploded. It was completely finished. His soul was wrapped and locked by the power of reincarnation and could not escape.

The other eight pagans were shocked and looked at each other. They were shocked. They were all red-eyed. The methods of killing were all used to kill nine heavens and ten places.

But Feng Kui's head has already moved his heart to kill, and how can he give them any chance to fight back?

Rumble.

The ancient voice sounded.

A huge Xuanqing mill suddenly appeared, which was a huge stone mill with a strict rotation. Under the grinding disc, there were countless evil spirits haunted by sins, crushed over and over again, and couldn't stop wailing. After crushing the grinding disc, the sin will be a little less and thousands of crushing, and finally it can offset the sins of a lifetime and get the punishment it deserves.

The wind waved its head, and a reincarnation wind blew, and the grinding disc suddenly flew up, covering the sky and the sun, covering tens of millions of miles. Eight Futu saints were suddenly shrouded underneath. One by one, the huge axe was cut down, the sword was waved, and all the power and means were exerted.

But it doesn't work.

The importance of reincarnation, no one can fully bear it. The reincarnation grinding disc was pressed down, and the immortals had to break their waists.

Boom! The reincarnation grinding disc closed, and the eight sator saints were pressed under the grinding disc. As they rotated, the body was destroyed, and the soul was imprisoned under the grinding disc. They were crushed again and again, painful and could not escape.

A blink of Feng Kui's eyes, and the reincarnation grinding disc disappeared.

Suddenly, a huge fist fell down overwhelmingly.

"The Fist of the World!"

You can recognize it at a glance, which is the unique learning of Fu Tuzong and the magic power to destroy the world. She looked a little nervous and said, "Wind, the elder Protector of Futuzong has took action. You should be careful!"

Feng Kui smiled indifferently and said, "Yi'er, look at my strength!"

The battle song suddenly sounded, and Feng Kui's fist had been punched out.

The fist of the world's destruction was in the air, dispersing, and the law was broken and turned into nothingness.

In the war song, I don't know how many essences of the magic power of destroying the world have been combined. It is simply the length of the world. It is melted in a furnace with supreme combat skills and surpassed the magic power of creation. It is the highest point of the magic power in an era. It has the meaning of breaking the era. In fact, a small slaughter and destruction of the world can be its sharp edge.

The fist shadow was broken, and a figure emerged. He was an old man in purple robe. Sensen's purple robe was added, and his eyes looked at Feng Kui's head indifferently.

Behind the old man, more figures emerged, all of whom were the elders of the Futu Sect. The sect encountered a huge crisis, and these old antiques finally took action.

Feng Kui's eyes swept away and said coldly, "Slaughter, roll out and die!"

Slaughter is the suzerain of Fu Tuzong. In those years, he was only a little short of reaching the realm of immortals. The elder of the protection sect is just an ant in the eyes of Feng Kui, and only the slaughter is the real enemy.

The elder in purple robe shouted, "Xiaoxiao, the supreme suzerain is not your name. Go to hell, I don't know what to do. If you get into trouble with our Futu Sect, you will only have a dead end.

All the elders of the Protector took action together to tear the world apart.

Feng Kui's head is also too unfathomable. These elders of the protectors have no reservations and don't care about anything. They all take action and urge the magic power to destroy the world. It is necessary to kill Feng Kui's head here.

But Feng Kui didn't look at them at the first time.

His fists have been hit repeatedly, and he has hit thousands of punches in the blink of an eye. The songs of war are endless, and the fists are everywhere.

Feng Kui's fist hit, and the invincible elders understood the danger, but it was too late.

The result was only destruction and completely bombarded.

There are also countless fists bombarding the mountain gate of Futuzong.

A divine array suddenly emerged, and a canopy actually resisted the fist of Feng Kui's head. Seeing this, Feng Kui couldn't help frowning. At this moment, he knew that the racial slaughter cultivation of Fu Tuzong had reached the realm of immortals. This divine array must be from the hands of slaughter, because although this divine array is powerful, it is not subtle enough, and the immortal law contained in it is not enough. As long as Feng Kui's head hits again, it will definitely tear it apart.

The curtain shook and was about to break. Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in front of the divine array.

It was a figure as tall as a mountain, releasing the breath of a wild beast.

After the slaughter, the suzerain of the Futu Sect finally appeared.

"Are you the dust of the past?"

The slaughter's eyes blinked, as deep as the sea of stars, as cold as the abyss, and there was an extremely domineering pressure in his voice.

Feng Kui said, "There is nothing wrong. I am the wind and dust, and I am also the head of Feng Kui. I didn't expect that the people you tried so hard to kill are back now.

Slaughter said, "In fact, we shouldn't have killed you. Now everyone regrets it. You can't be killed, and the more you are killed, the more prosperous you are. Thirty-three Kingdoms of Gods have announced your secret and are thinking about how to suppress it. I have to say that you are indeed a thorn, very tricky.

Feng Kui sneered and said, "I will destroy the thirty-three kingdoms of gods sooner or later. I will not die or be suppressed. Because I have the power to surpass the era. I am the end of this era and the chosen person of the era. I only need time to wait for the complete awakening of my bloodline, and then no one can suppress me. You, the thirty-three kingdom of gods, everything will be broken by me.

The slaughter said, "But you are just a puppet of the will of the era. Join us, we will control reincarnation together, enter eternity, and become a member of the eternal masters. In front of eternity, all hatred is insignificant dust, weightless and meaningless. If you want to slaughter Fu Tuzong, even infinite religion, the bright legal world and so on, we can satisfy you. As long as you join us, these things are insignificant and unrepresented, and you can vent your resentment..."

Feng Kui, who had already done a arduous battle, never thought that the slaughter would say such a thing, which was unexpected.