The city of Monkey King

Hand, lifted slightly.

In Qin Feng's palm, there is a touch of pale white light, a sword, slowly flowing in this pale light.

Chang Yunjian!

The blade, under the moonlight, is covered with cold eyes, and it is reflected in the crouching Yang Ping's eyes.

"You, can't kill me!"

Yang Ping slammed his head and looked at Qin Feng. His eyes were full of fear, but his body shape was not moving at all. He was crouching in this empty space.

"I, I am the Lord of the Soul of the Tenth Immortal World. My Master is the Lord of the Soul Lord. I am the disciple of the Master. If you kill me... Soul Xianzong, Soul Immortal Will let you go!"

Qin Feng did not pay attention to Yang Ping's words, the sword in his hand, slightly raised... The long sword body is very beautiful in this month.

"No! You can't kill me!"

"you do not…"

Yang Ping is still screaming at the end of the hysteria, but this is called snoring, and in the next moment, the sword in the hands of Qin Feng and Yang Ning’s neck are falling.

The head of the item fell on the head.

At the same time, the sword in the sword will destroy everything in Yang Ping's body, including the gods.

The rounded head of the man, falling from the sky, fell on the Wanzhang Square in front of the Tongxian Pavilion. It has been turned into a pig-and-bash of the gray-black porcupine, and a pig's hoof is stepping on the head.

boom.

Like a ripe watermelon, it bursts open.

"Retire!"

"retreat!"

"..."

At this moment, when the head of Yang Ping was squatted, the souls of the souls outside the celestial beings were all scared and hurriedly began to run. The three warships turned around again. I have to turn around and go.

but…

It’s easy to come, want to go? ! impossible!

Qin Feng has always been doing this, or if you don’t do it, you have to do it...

Sweeping the three warships that are about to leave and the densely-knit tens of thousands of souls and priests, Qin Feng brows a little pick, and time from his body, the pressure is scattered!

this moment…

Just as Tianwei came, the city of Xiancheng was a thousand miles away, and it was all shrouded by this pressure. However, all the existence under the pressure of the pressure is not a physical movement.

Even the three warships, this moment is stagnant in place.

Above the main battleship, the rich elder, this time is already sweaty, he did not expect that after Qin Feng killed Yang Ping, he did not intend to let them go.

"Your Mightiness!"

Perhaps the sense of crisis has come to mind, and the rich man speaks loudly in the direction of Xiancheng.

"You have already killed the lord of my sect. If I hurt me again, I will definitely end up with the eternal grievances of my ancestors. Please also look at the face of the person on my soul, let me wait." go with."

The old man’s reaction was very quick. In this case, the dripping water did not leak, and the name of the Lord of the Soul Lord was taken out in order to make the opponent jealous.

After all, in this rich old man's point of view, the name "Soul of the Clouds" has a certain influence in the fairy world, and the opposite person cannot ignore the name of the "Soul Cloud Man."

But this rich old man...

Stupid, that is stupid in this place.

Qin Fenglian’s pro-disciples of the ‘Soul Cloud’ can kill without hesitation, and will give this face? ! It is simply a laugh!

Just at the moment when the rich old man finished talking, a heavy burden that made him unable to resist, the rich old man’s face changed fiercely, and his body was accompanied by the entire battleship, and all of them fell rapidly.

Not only he and this main battleship, three soul ships, all the souls of the immortals, are falling quickly.

boom! Hey! Hey!

The sound of landing, like the hail, the ping-pong ping-pong sounds non-stop.

The monks within the fairy city are all at the moment, all looking at the monks who have fallen from the sky outside the eight gates. I don't know what to do.

until…

The sound of the rushing sound, with a huge gray-black porcupine, spread the pig's trotters toward the Jingmen in the eight gates, and roared at the same time: "Open the Jingmen, kill the rabbits!"

At this moment, all the monks of the Xiancheng were reacted. They all yelled and turned into eight stocks and rushed toward the eight gates.

They want to kill the souls of the city outside the city and kill them!

These souls and priests were controlled by the pressure of Qin Feng, and they could not display their own power. At the moment, they were able to slash like a mortal. They were not opponents of Xiancheng.

Beyond the eight gates, there was a scream of screams and screams. The monks who were divided into souls and sorrows probably didn’t think about it. One day... they would die in the hands of the ants who they couldn’t see at first.

Above the sky, Qin Feng’s eyes passed over eight doors, and the killings outside the city were seen. His eyes were as calm as usual. In his view, these people were just dead and embarrassed, and they were not worthy of pity.

People, born with noble and low-lying.

But life has no precious points, and whose life is life. No one gives these souls the right to deprive others of their lives.

And they did that, so they are subject to the punishment they deserve.

That is... paying for it!

Outside Jingmen.

A wild boar, exposed to the teeth, the spur of the killing, the place where the huge figure passed, are the bodies of the souls of the monks, and the monks who saw the arrival of the pigs are even scared to escape, but in Under the control of Qin Feng's pressure, they could not mobilize the spiritual power of the body.

"His grandmother, kill this group of bitches!"

The pig's eight rings gave a piglet and rushed toward the front of a pile of soul-soul monks. The eyes were full of excitement, but... just as he was about to rush to the body of this group of souls.

A force came to him, and the next moment... the scene in front of him changed.

Looking up sharply, I saw a face, a shallow smile.

Qin Feng’s hand is holding a left fang of the pig.

"Monkey, Monkey Brother? What are you doing?!"

The pig was stunned and then swayed. He still wanted to kill the group of monks who had raised the soul.

"I am looking for something for you."

Qin Feng grabbed the fangs of the pig's eight rings, and when he waved his hand, the gray-black porcupine changed back to the size of the white pig.

Then the body shape of Qin Feng disappeared in place.

The killing here is no longer needed, leaving enough pressure to maintain three hours.

The reason why he wants to take away the pigs is because the pigs have said that the guardian of the Xianwei Palace was once his vice president of Tianhe.

This line went to Xianwei Palace, and he would bring the pigs and the eight rings together.

After all, the helper is the most powerful sacred man. This sacred Guardian Palace saves people from taking the piano and must not be sloppy.

And this is the first ninth token that Qin Feng will retrieve, and there is no loss. 2k novel reading network