100,000 Years of Body Refining

"Eight half-step fairyland, even the true fairy Ling Chen can suppress it, but you can't help it, Qin Feng, are you really a fairy?" Shen Wudao stared at Qin Feng.

At this moment, he was not so scared. The top eight fell to the sixth, not to mention that he was seriously injured and his aura declined to the extreme, even in the heyday, I am afraid it would be difficult to escape.

He just wants to know, or to understand.

Qin Feng, why is it so tyrannical?

The power he displayed has already far surpassed the half-step fairyland. Even if it is a true fairy in person, I am afraid it is too far behind. Such an incredible power is really not a fairy?

"I have already told you the answer to this question." Qin Feng said.

"How is it possible, if you are not an immortal, how could you have such incredible power, I don't believe it..." God Wudao couldn't believe it.

Qin Feng's immortal body must have been enlightened, otherwise it would not be so strong.

"I need you to believe?"

Qin Feng sneered, strolling in front of Shen Wu Dao, blood-colored colored glaze gathered between his palms, slowly making a fist.

"Is it possible to forgive me once, no matter what the conditions are, I agree." Looking at Qin Feng's condensed Yin Jue, the godless face trembled, and people didn't want to die, let alone a half-step fairyland that tasted the taste of eternal life.

Otherwise, there will be no such battle today.

"I gave you the opportunity because you don't want to cherish it. It's too late now. I said, I want to shake the world with your blood, want this Qingxuan Wuxian, and see who dares to violate my power."

After all, Qin Feng's fist smashed into the void and blasted towards Shenwudao.

The blood is overwhelming, the colored glaze shines in the world, the supreme power makes God Wudao's face pale, and his eyes are desperate, and the eight people's combined attack can not shake Qin Feng the slightest, let alone now?

But after all, he did not sit still.

"It's all under the fairyland, I don't believe that it can't shake you, the world is impermanent, and the world is impermanent!"

Shen Wudao roared again and again, his momentum rose in vain, as if he had been promoted to a terrible state, unpredictable, and the whole person seemed to be connected to the heaven and the earth, integrated, and between the hands and feet, there was a majestic heavenly power.

Immediately afterwards, the endless gray light surging, horizontally and horizontally, like a whirlpool swallowing towards Qin Feng.

"Is this your Xiantai? Wudao Xiantai, unfortunately, even if you blew Xiantai, you won't be able to shake me half a minute." Qin Feng sneered, and Liuli fist slammed down.

boom!

In just a moment, the sky was full of grey awns, covering all directions.

I only saw the glazed fist destroying and rotten, nothing can stop it, breaking the pathless vortex all the way, and completely shattering the godless Sendai spontaneous detonation.

Then fell on Shen Wudao.

"Crack."

The crisp sound of shattering resounded, and Shen Wudao's body trembled, and strong bitterness and despair appeared on his pale face.

His body began to crack, and the cracks spread rapidly, covering the whole body in an instant. Then, his body broke through the cracks and turned into pieces of flesh and blood.

"such a pity."

Shen Wu Dao looked at Qin Feng with bitterness and unwillingness on his face, but more despair. In the end, he only uttered three words and burst into a sudden burst, flying all over the sky and disappearing little by little.

On the other side, Nan Fengchen, as early as the moment Qin Feng made a shot at Shen Wudao, his figure flickered, and he fled to the sky without turning his head back into a stream of light.

Since the war began, but in a short moment, he was the only one at large in the eight-and-a-half-step wonderland, and the entire army was wiped out.

"The eight half-step fairyland, I have cut the seventh, such a powerful soul slave, don't you want it?" Qin Feng's figure flickered, speeding past the meteor, and he caught up with Nan Fengchen in an instant, with a roar, shaking the sky. Clouds and fog, the road to the south wind Chen.

Nan Fengchen stopped in an instant, his face extremely blue,

"You guessed my identity?"

Qin Feng chuckled, "This Qingxuan knows that there are not many immortal people who know me, but it is impossible to tell the gods that they are innocent, and the appearance of the father and son of Xue Youtian means that there are people behind them. You are hiding very well, and you have suppressed everything. Aura, but after I arrived, I searched the vast space, trying to catch Lin Youming's remnant soul. I really thought I didn't know?"

The soul slaves of the half-step fairyland are of great value. Once the Qingxuan boundary wall changes, the regular resources will be restored as usual, and it will surely break through the fairyland.

Fairyland Soul Slave, but extremely powerful, of course Nan Fengchen would not let it go.

Now that Qin Feng knew his identity, Nan Fengchen no longer denied it. With a palm of his hand, he sacrificed a black flag, and a terrifying aura overflowed like hell.

"It's really shocking, you can live for tens of thousands of years." Now that Nan Fengchen retrieved the remnant souls of the father and son Xue Youtian, he naturally knew Qin Feng's existence.

I thought that after tens of thousands of years, Qin Feng would not have become an immortal and would have died long ago, but he did not expect to live forever to this day.

"The Soul Refining Sect has remnants, why can't I live forever? Besides, you can live forever to this day in the immortal realm." Qin Feng stared at Nan Fengchen faintly, as if he could see Nan at a glance. Feng Chen is not a soul body, but a real life body.

This made Nan Fengchen's eyes trembled.

"Everyone has a secret, don't they?" Nan Fengchen said.

"This is true." Qin Feng nodded lightly, then turned around and said coldly: "You brought the seven and a half-step fairyland of the Immortal League together. Now they are all destroyed, do you still have a hole card?"

As he spoke, Qin Feng's blood burst, the fairy body was radiant, and his power was already in his hands.

Nan Fengchen's pupils shrank abruptly, and in the end, it was like the tip of a needle.

Of course he understood what Qin Feng meant.

If there is no more hole card, this punch will cost him his life.

"I have very likely overestimated your combat power, but unexpectedly, you are still stronger than I imagined. You are a real fairyland. I am afraid that is nothing more than that." Nan Fengchen said in a condensed voice.

Forty thousand years ago, Qin Feng could break even the power of the blood evil sect in the fairyland. How could Nan Fengchen know that he had predicted that Qin Feng was absolutely invincible, so he invited the Seventh Immortal League on the way. Strong.

But I didn't expect that Qin Feng's strength was beyond imagination, and the whole army was wiped out in a short moment.

"Then what?" Qin Feng said.

Nan Fengchen suddenly laughed, "But you are not qualified enough if you want to kill me!"

After speaking, his arm shook, and his palm was thrown up. The black flag in his hand bloomed in an instant, and it became a hundred times bigger in an instant. The sense of horror was like a river bursting its bank, pouring out madly.

At that moment, with Nanfeng Chen as the center, the surrounding space of hundreds of meters became ripples, as if it was unreal, as if some power replaced the original world.

"Soul Banner, souls are transformed into thousands!"

With Nan Fengchen's burst of shout, the dense meaning that diffused from the black flag instantly transformed countless figures, initially like a roar of a ghost, and finally all turned into Nan Fengchen's appearance.

At that moment, there were tens of thousands of Nanfeng Chen densely above the sky.

Every figure is so clear, it is impossible to tell who is the real Nanfeng Chen.

"How many souls have you swallowed?"

Qin Feng stared at the soul flag, his eyes gradually introverted, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a palpitating cold light.

The soul flag of Soul Refining Sect is made by refining souls. Nan Fengchen's soul flag contains tens of thousands of souls, which means that at least 10,000 souls have been refined by Nan Fengchen.

Really sinful.

"Today, I will walk on behalf of the sky, slash the remnants of the soul sect, on the top of the sea of ​​clouds!"

The sound of the killing was like thunder. It shook in the vast void and rolled around, spreading for thousands of miles, shaking the sky and the sea of ​​clouds. As for the vast crowd, the eardrums were painful, watching Qin Feng throw a fist to kill Nan Fengchen in horror. .

"Boom!"

The blood exploded, and the colored glaze was bright, immediately destroying many soul bodies.

Even if the soul is turned into thousands, how can I resist the power of Qin Feng?

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