Chapter 920: Moving the World

This holy body of the storm is the metamorpho of a fairy found by the wind without regret in the core of the storm world, and this fairy must have surpassed the existence of the true immortal and is the immortal in the upper world.

More importantly, I don't know how many years this metamorphosis has existed in the core of the storm world. It has been baptized by infinite storms. It is powerful and horrible. It has been sacrificed by Feng Wuhui for nearly a thousand years before it merging with his soul and becoming his second ant god and incarnation.

This storm holy body is not much worse than the ontology in the realm. It is the means left by Feng Wuhui in order to survive the nine-day disaster, which has never been used in front of people.

However, at this time, the thunderstorm Zhou Tianyin was taken. Not to mention the ninety-nine days of disaster, even the storm world could not be preserved. It was impossible to go any further. In a panic, he actually abandoned this incarnation that had been sacrificed for many years.

When Shen Chong and Wan Jie joined hands to attack, they suddenly destroyed and caused a heavy blow to the other party.

The incarnation self-exploded, there has been the power of true immortals, and even the second-class world can be destroyed. In order to kill Shen Chong and the world, Feng Wuhui has spent a lot of blood.

Seeing that his incarnation collapsed, a huge storm swept away and enveloped the other party. The wind had no regrets and did not hesitate. His whole body unfolded like a meteor, and his whole body was surging, burning a thousand years of longevity, thousands of miles high in the sky.

In order to ensure that there is no mistake, Feng Wuhui once again played a killing fairy art, and the wind has no great fairy art.

There is no limit to the power of this kind of fairy art, but at the cost of the original qi and blood burning, the more Shouyuan qi and blood burns, the greater the power.

The thousand-year-old longevity yuan is already half of the remaining longevity yuan. He has been cruel. He not only wants to take back the fairy weapon of the town, but also completely destroy the other party. As long as he gets those two sets of treasures, all the efforts are worth it.

However, just where he smashed the wild storm and the strong wind shrouded him with the great fairy art of the wind, the void was broken and the dust could not escape, but this fairy art was empty. In the chaotic void, Shen Chong and the world did not know where they were, and they were not affected by the incarnation of his explosion.

"What..."

Feng Wuhui was shocked and immediately gushed out a bad feeling. He paid such a huge price, but he didn't get anything. The huge gap almost made him vomit blood.

Then, a powerful breath passed out thousands of miles behind him. Shen Chong and the world stood side by side. Shen Chong's body fluttered, and the world was in the state of unity with the nine continents, and his body recovered. Behind him, the huge nine continents expanded. In the continent, nine huge pillars sent out thorns. The purpose of the light, the nine-day moving divine array has been completely stimulated.

In the already messy cosmic starry sky, there is a huge vortex. The turbulence of time and space is surging. The strong space tides wrap the Jiuzhou world like the Yangtze River and pull it into the black hole little by little.

"The wind has no regrets. I didn't expect you to have such means, the holy body of the storm, but it's a rare thing. It's a pity to abandon it like this. However, I'm afraid you don't know the mystery of this seal of the sky. The void moves, breaks the boundary and seals the sky, and even the strong man of your fruit world has been deceived." The world smiled repeatedly, and a mass of light flowed in the palm of his hand. It was the seal of the seal, but the light at this time was much darker, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.

The rune refined by Tianzun is mysterious. How can it be seen through by the wind without regret? The beating light on the rune seems to be mocking the wind without regret.

Shen Chong also laughed and said, "I will save your life today. We will take this thunderstorm and give you ten years. If ten years later, the stormy world is still there, I will go there in person to end today's grudges."

"You..." Feng Wuhui's heart was shocked, regret, anger, tyranny, shock, all kinds of thoughts, his eyes were no longer calm, and his mind also had a trace of panic, the storm holy body was destroyed, the thunder thunder Zhou Tianyin was seized, and his breath has declined to the extreme. If he continues to fight hard, I'm afraid there will be danger of falling. For The two of them ran away from the void and moved the world, which was even more powerless.

"Damn it!" Feng Wuhui slapped him with one slap, but most of them vented his anger, as if he wanted to smash the void channel.

"The wind has no regrets, you don't have to see each other off."

Shen Chong and the world laughed and patted their palms. Two huge forces penetrated through the void from the void black hole and blocked the wind without regret. In the rolling storm, the black hole gradually closed. Shen Chong and the world disappeared again, and the huge Jiuzhou world behind them disappeared together.

Although Shen Chong and Wan Jie have a great opportunity to defeat Feng Wuhui, it is still difficult to kill completely, and the price paid is very high, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Moreover, in a faint time, Shen Chong and Wanjie smelled a trace of danger. I don't know how many people's attention have attracted the attention of the strong in reality. This is a dangerous place. Since it is impossible to completely suppress the wind without regret, it is better to leave earlier.

And the big nine days have moved the divine array, which has been accumulated for too long and has already reached the peak. The wind has no regrets and has been hit hard. With the power of the seal of the sky lock, it is enough to break through the void, and there is no power that can stop the movement of the world of the nine continents.

"Damn it, how can it be!"

The black hole closed, the storm calmed down, and tens of millions of miles of void had already been empty. In the palpitating silence, only the angry roar of the wind without regret was left, full of unwillingness and fear. The fairy weapon of the town was lost. Where will the storm world go? Unless there is another fairy weapon that can get the origin of the world. Acknow it, otherwise, the decline will be irreparable.

"Well, it seems that it's still a step late. I didn't expect that Brother Feng couldn't leave him in person."

Just as Feng Wuhui stopped and roared, suddenly, a long sigh came from behind him. In the silent void, it looked extremely mysterious and horrible.

"Who is it?"

Although the voice is light, it is like thunder in Feng Wuhui's ear. His origin is exhausted and his injury is so serious that he has hurt his foundation and almost fell to his realm, but it is impossible for anyone to get close to such a close distance without being found, unless the person who comes is the same strong as his realm.

He is also the lord of the second-class world. Under the surprise of the wind without regret, his mind became more chaotic, and there was a trace of fear.

"Brother Feng, you and I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years."

At this moment, a magnificent figure quietly appeared behind the wind without regrets, silent, and even the air did not flow. A shadow, like a ghost, seemed to come from nothingness.

"Chen Fengyun, it's you!" Feng Wuhui's heart was shocked again. He had recognized the people. Although the storm world is far away from the boundless world, the lord of the boundless world, who is as famous as him.

The two have met several times, but they have no friendship. I'm afraid it's not a good thing to appear here at this time.

"It's a pity that if Brother Feng can persist for a little longer, you and I will not escape if you and I work together. The mystery of the mysterious and the thirty-three-day Taoist map will be understood by us together, and we can get twice the result with half the effort."

Chen Fengyun sighed. He was as handsome as a teenager, but he had two wisps of white hair on his temples, his eyes were flat, and his face was full of joys and sorrows. His eyebrows were continuous. It seemed that there was a mass of light constantly brewing, and the fairy clothes on his body fluttered endlessly without wind.

Feng Wuhui's heart was shocked again. He slowly restrained his breath, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "It's really a pity that Brother Chen came too late, but with Brother Chen's infinite arithmetic, he must be unable to escape, and the younger brother will no longer interfere in this matter."

"Oh, Brother Feng, do you want to give up?" Chen Fengyun's eyes showed a strange look, but his body did not move, and a strong spirit had firmly locked Feng Wuhui.

"What, does Chen Daoyou want to take advantage of the fire to rob? Although I have been hit hard, I still have the strength to deal with you. Feng Wuhui's face suddenly changed. When Chen Fengyun appeared, he knew that today was the critical moment of his life and death.

Refining Yuanying Taoist Fruit can devour all its cultivation, which is equivalent to increasing the power of thousands of years out of thin air. The thicker the accumulation, the greater the chance to survive the nine-day disaster. Refining Taoist fruit is the fastest way to improve cultivation, and the conflict of alien mana is also the smallest.

However, if the monks who are also in the real world fight each other, the price is too high, and even if one side is defeated, they can escape at any time. What's more, the monks who are in reality are most guarded of each other, and rarely have the situation of being refined.