The Almighty Asura

On the banks of the rivers in the city, only the breeze blows through, and the passing monks are shocked to look at the silver-haired youth in the black robe. All of them are shocked.

"Who is this person? The strength of terror!"

"Yeah, the four strong people in the realm of the Linghai realm can't resist his sword!"

"Terror, in the Bianjiang City, when is there such a strong Yuanzong, hey, Zhang Hua, the kid, met the hard idea."

Some of the monks passing by were horrified, and some people said that they were gloating.

Zhang Hua retired in horror. Two guards in front of him, and his legs trembled toward Mu Feng.

"Give me, give it to me!"

Zhang Hua roared, drinking and guarding.

"The son, this person can't deal with it, run away!"

The two men looked at Mu Feng, who left Zhang Hua directly in panic and turned and fled.

"Give me back!"

Zhang Hua roared and looked forward to Mu Feng, who also came and fled.

"Want to escape?"

Mu Feng sneered, and the claws and dragon claws condensed out. The dragon slammed into the body of Zhang Hua, and hardly took Zhang Hua from the hundred meters to him.

Mu Feng raised his hand and bombarded Zhang Hua’s body with a palm.

Hey!

Zhang Hua was shocked by a wave of terrorist forces. The bones in the body did not know how much, and the screams fell into the river.

Mu Feng jumped down the river and stepped on the river. As usual, he raised Zhang Hua’s neck with one hand and looked at Zhang Hua with a **** pupil.

"You know, what is the end of the people who dare to start with me?"

Mu Feng said indifferently.

"The son is forgiving, forgive, and for the next time, it’s a time to be fascinated, and ask the son to spare me a life."

Zhang Hua said with horror.

"Rare, can, but don't know how much your life is worth?"

Mu Feng asked, jokingly.

"Three hundred thousand, I am willing to give out 300,000!"

Zhang Hua said quickly.

"not enough"

Mu Feng said faintly.

"Three thousand five thousand! Son, I only have so much"

Zhang Hua bitterly said.

"Don't you be able to buy more than 400,000 yuan to buy the Magic Pearl?"

Mu Feng sneered.

Zhang Hua’s face was pale and said: “Four hundred and fifty thousand, this is all my family.”

In the end, Zhang Hua used the Lingka to pay Mu Feng for 45 million Lingshi, and Mu Feng let him go.

This is just an episode. Mu Feng did not pay attention to it. The sinister nature of the cultivation world is so common that he is not the first to meet.

Back in the inn, Mu Feng took out that magical pearl and watched it.

This magical pearl has the size of a fist, white as a pearl, and Mu Feng can feel the magical power contained in it.

Mu Feng's soul enters it, and consciousness comes to a real space.

This is a sea area, like a deep sea under 10,000 meters, there are strange fish swimming, marching in the sea, in this magic space, Mu Feng consciousness can feel a horrible deep sea pressure.

Under this pressure, it seems that the soul and body can't move.

"This is the illusion of this magical bead? The powerful and powerful deep-pressing force, the consciousness is caught in the illusion, the flesh can not move, and this pressure, the physical endure is like the essence."

Mu Feng was shocked, and the illusion of the true level of the realm has been able to achieve the realm of virtual reality.

What is the illusion of truth, the soul consciousness is suffering from what kind of illusion attack, the flesh is also experiencing the same attack, which is the illusion of truth.

In this deep sea illusion, Mu Feng can also see a huge body, a large white house with a house size suspended in the illusion.

And this is the illusion of the true meaning of the realm in this magical pearl, and it is also the appearance of the magical shell.

Mu Feng used all the magic power to resist the deep sea pressure in this illusion. The body of consciousness can only swim very slowly, slow like a snail.

If in reality, he is against the illusion master of the illusion, and in this illusion, I am afraid that it will be easily killed by others.

At the same time, Mu Feng's soul is also carefully understanding the illusion of the illusion in this magical pearl.

At night, a figure descended from the sky, and fell into the sky of the inn of Mu Feng’s inn. A pair of eye-like eyes like an eagle eye released a radiant glow.

He looked at the inn of the inn, revealing a hint of coldness, and then an extremely powerful magical force enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Dream!"

The man whispered, only to see the insects in the yard, the moment of silence, a flying night bat also instantly fell into the night sky, falling on the ground, as if falling into a sleep.

Mu Feng, who is realizing the illusion of the magical pearl, instantly feels a tired dream swept over, and the soul is almost in a drowsy state.

The body sitting on the plate also fell back on the bed.

"Hey!"

At this time, the door of the room was opened and a figure came in.

This person is not the old man in the black robe that was shot in the auction floor and Zhang Hua.

The hooligan stepped into the room and looked at Mu Feng, who had already slept in the room, and smiled. When he looked at the magic beads in his arms, he showed a hint of joy.

The old man in black robe came closer and grabbed the magical pearl. He smiled and said: "Hey, the oriole is behind, the magical bead, it’s not cheaper, Zhang Hua’s kid, after all, it’s too tender.”

He then looked at Mu Feng, especially when he saw the jade in his waist, showing a hint of surprise.

"It turned out to be the disciplinary disciple of the Vientiane. However, this kid has the financial means to bid for this magical bead. I must be born in that big family, and the net worth is not low."

The old man in black robe said to himself, and then he grabbed Mu’s palm and took the ring on his finger.

Hey!

At this time, Mu Feng, who was already asleep, shook his eyes open, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The movement was as fast as lightning, and a sword stabbed the body of the black robe.

With a bang, this sword directly penetrated the unguarded black robe of the old man's lower abdomen and pierced Dantian.

"what"

The black robe old man screamed, his body violently retreating, his hand licking his lower abdomen, his eyes stunned and looked at Mu Feng, who could not believe it.

Mu Feng got up from the bed and looked at the old man in the black robe, holding the ancient sword and faintly saying: "The predecessor of the king of the Tang Dynasty, even robbed me of a junior property, it is really a loss of style."

"How is it possible, boy, your cultivation, how can you resist my illusion?"

The old man in black robe looked at Mu Feng and said that he was a master of illusion at the level of Scorpio. The illusionist who is not in a state of illusion can't resist his illusion.

Mu Feng heard that he could not be set. Just now, he did almost stunned the other side's illusion, but the power of the **** of the moon protected his soul at a critical time.

And Mu Feng, will also count, to see who shot him, this has a perfect sneak attack.

"This question, you still go to **** to ask the king, you Dantian was pierced by me, I see how much skill you can mobilize"

Mu Feng sneered, and the sword smashed to the illusion master.

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