It is just a soul that flows away from you.

The soul sea flowing into the direction of the bone-free transformation cut off an insignificant soul stream next to Chen Feng.

In front of hundreds of thousands or even millions of souls, Chen Feng's number of souls can be ignored.

But the advantage lies in the wide base, which is an negligible number, which has become hundreds of people with Chen Feng.

The wild voices in Chen Feng's mind rang out in a dense manner.

Soul heavy, star quality, rewards, judgments, picture albums, and constantly turning pages like a screen in the Yin-Yang album.

At this moment, Chen Feng had no time to see the rewards and threw them into the Void Shuttle.

But the surge in cultivation can be felt in reality.

Having been practicing for more than 500 years, it has shown a steady upward growth trend based on daily and monthly measurements, and occasionally there is a sudden sudden curve based on annual measurements.

Six hundred years of cultivation arrive in an instant.

Chen Feng silently recited "Open the orifice" and opened the sixth major acupoint in the body.

After breaking through the century-old level of cultivation, Chen Feng could clearly feel that the suction force had become smaller, and his soul body was tilted downward from the floating flag.

This is a manifestation that can resist some suction and pulling forces.

Passive soul-provoking mode has never been idle.

The Linglong scale cuts off a soul stream in the sea of ​​souls. It is like an adsorbent body in the big waves, rushing around and rolling back, and there is nothing behind it.

In just a few breaths, Chen Feng has completed the soul-to-target target thousands of times.

Most of the people in Tanzhou have the stars in front of you. Their rewards will not be outstanding. The victory lies in the sufficient quantity.

There are even occasional ghosts among them, one of which is worth hundreds of ordinary souls.

Chen Feng's cultivation quickly broke through to seven hundred years, and rushed to eight hundred years.

Once the seven orifices are opened, the suction force is slowed down, and Chen Feng's soul can be melted back to his body.

"Eight hundred, eight hundred." Chen Feng murmured, hoping that his cultivation can exceed eight hundred years.

But there was nothing in front of me.

The soul is gone.

The suction force also disappeared.

The bones are not melted and the supplement has been completed.

At this moment, his body with thick plasma showed an indescribable color, his whole body exuded a strong evil aura, and he roared to the sky again.

The sound waves of bones were like thunder, not only impacting the sea of ​​clouds and appearing in clear sky, but also sweeping out shock waves, directly causing Dingcheng, which became a ruin, to shake again.

Chen Feng cursed inwardly, "Mamazi" and just after fighting the suction force, he was about to rush around in the ups and downs of the earthquake.

The bones are sucked and nourished, and the blood pool on the chest is much smaller than the naked eye. The hideous prison guard pillars are forced out of the body. There are more tiny pillars between the four black pillars with runes flowing. From a distance, it gives people the illusion that a sharp teeth are embedded in the chest of the bones.

The whole process is very long, but it is actually very short.

While the bones were being repaired, they had already slapped the huge palm.

Under the sky, he slapped Han Lin with one palm.

Han Lin transformed into a half-step, disintegrated and turned into a meteor, smashing into the distance.

With a roar, smoke and dust rose everywhere, a flue that stretched to the distance for a hundred meters long.

Han Lin was slapped away by the bone.

Bang, bang bang.

The seemingly slow slap was like water flowing left and right in the air.

Jin Fengwei and Feng Bucheng were successively beaten away by bones.

One smoke channel turns into three.

The power of the throne of the Durgward Emperor is so terrifying.

At present, he is not at his peak. If it weren't for the prison guard pillar in his chest, his bones would be several times stronger.

This shows how strong the Dirty Emperor was back then.

It is a side confirmation that how amazing it is to stab him in the back.

Such an amazing character disappeared without a trace.

Behind this...thinking carefully is terrifying.

The bones slapped the three giants in Kyoto, and their palms were like carpets covering the sky, steadily connecting the Pill of Creation to the palm of their palms.

Chen Feng thought that he had finished his life. In the battle of Dingcheng, the zombie tribe won and did not transform his bones into the world. If he could get the fortune pill, wouldn’t Dashun be pushed by him?

but.

His worries were redundant.

At this moment.

Two rounds of sun hang in the sky.

One round is the sun at noon, and another round is the rising sun.

In the east, the rising sun came in an instant, and the laser burst into flames, directly hitting the bone's wrist.

The palms of the mountain are held on the ground.

The entire Dingcheng collapsed once, and then collapsed again.

This city is completely ruined.

Today's situation has repeatedly impacted Chen Feng's cognition.

I thought that without bone transformation, it was already the peak combat power.

I never thought that there were tough characters on Dashun.

Who is it?

With such a singularity, Chen Feng subconsciously thought of the big tongue in the Soul-Suppressing Division, which is the six paths of reincarnation that Xiaosang once told him.

However, it was not the big tongue.

He was wearing a python robe, with a purple and golden crown on his head, with his eyebrows tied with two dragons and golden plasters on his forehead, and his waist was full of colorful silk and long-snatched palace belts, and he was wearing green satin boots.

It is a square jaw, clear eyes, and slanted eyebrows. It gives people a feeling of majestic, calm and restrained, and has a kingly demeanor.

King Zhenxi who guards the border - Han Xiti.

Behind him is a magic figure that is entwined with his bones as soon as it appears.

The Dharma image was blurred, but the emperor hat on his head that was pressing down the air was heavy, which made Chen Feng look at it, and his eyes were swelling and painful.

No wonder a king can suppress the demon clan. Just by condensing the Dharma image, it is indeed higher than the three giants in Kyoto.

That imperial hat also seems to be not the crown worn by the emperors on earth.

The shape is unique and the outline of the city tower is faintly vague.

Chen Feng didn't dare to look at the truth, but he was shocked to realize that the carved knife in his hand was trembling, and there was a tendency to leave.

Chen Feng was shocked and quickly put the carved sword into the Void Shuttle.

He felt something invisible, that strange crown, perhaps... might... be related to the emperor hat of the Emperor of Fengdu.

Otherwise, the emperor hat chisel from the Emperor's hat on the Fengdu Great Emperor would not have such a strong reaction.

Han Xiti seemed to feel something, and his emotionsless eyes glanced in the direction where Chen Feng was hiding intentionally or unintentionally.

Just now, he captured a fleeting sense of familiarity.

Han Xiti looked at the direction where Han Lin was being shot away, stretched out his hand and held it in his hand, a broken picture of General Riding Biao was held in his palm.

He was detained again, and the corpse roaring light and shadow of the creation pill was also detained by him.

Han Xiti couldn't see clearly on his face, and calmly shot the Pill of Creation into the picture.

Two drops of pain came out of his fingertips, and the broken scroll slowly recovered as before.

Han Lin, who was riding on the Biao, walked out of the painting again.

In terms of generations, Han Xiti wanted to call Han Lin "Old Ancestor".

However, as the most amazing person in the Dashun Dynasty today, he commanded the 300,000 Western Army and suppressed the one-million-demon army, who did not dare to step over the line.

Having his reserve and pride.

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

Han Lin was a little embarrassed, so he asked for a self-suggestion "Good" and then there was no further text.

Han Xiti pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, said, "So quickly send the Creation Pill back to Kyoto. As soon as the situation is complete, my Dashun will occupy 90% of it, and I can guarantee that I will be worried for thousands of years."

Han Lin nodded and said, "The Emperor asked me to bring him his greetings. After this matter, I will allow you to go back to Beijing to have a small gathering with your family."
To be continued...