I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 133 The Arrival of the Heavenly Roc
Whoa!
It was raining like a tide outside the window, but inside the house was quiet and peaceful, with a dark fragrance surging. A child dressed in a brocade robe, with a ruddy complexion and a fair complexion, although immature, already showed a bit of handsome and heroic color, was holding a scroll, It seems to be concentrating on reading.

It's a pity that Feng Bingwen is just putting on a show to fool the old man. Most of his attention is focused on his dragon general's appearance, so that he even ignores some daring little flower spirits who grab his hair and play on a swing. up.

Dang!

Suddenly, a clear and crisp impact sounded suddenly in the room, and Feng Bingwen, who was all focused on the Dragon Lord walking through the water, suddenly woke up and regained his senses.

He first shook off all the flower spirits and wood spirits that had climbed onto him, and rewarded the flower spirits that were swinging on his hair, each of them had their brains collapsed, and the pain made them cry. The incoming location.

He saw an exquisite small pagoda, which fell on the inkstone of his desk, and happened to smash this side of the famous inkstone that his father said to have bought for him with a lot of money to pieces.

"..."

Feng Bingwen pursed his lips, stepped forward, and picked up the quaint little pagoda, and at the same moment, his mind felt a sense, the heavenly book emerged, and the pages of the book clattered.

The sword tower breaks through the void, good deeds, five thousand and one thousand.

"Is this the magic weapon worth [-] good deeds?"

Feng Bingwen looked at the stone pagoda in his hand, with a very subtle look on his face.

Compared with the magic weapon that pierced the sky and caused a great phenomenon before, the way this small tower appeared was really unpretentious, that is, it was a little sudden, and then there was nothing special about it—oh, let him spend money up.

"Can kill the roc in an instant? Although it's a fetish, it seems too ordinary."

Feng Bingwen fiddled with this small pagoda. This pagoda is really exquisite. It is only one foot three inches high and has twelve layers, and each floor has nine seemingly subtle engravings.

However, at the next moment, I don't know if it was stimulated by Feng Bingwen's muttering voice, this seemingly unpretentious little tower suddenly burst out with dazzling blood.

The group of little flower spirits in the room were frightened and screamed, but Feng Bingwen didn't avoid it, his eyes seemed to be glued to the tower, fixedly staring at the miraculous little tower.

In a daze, Feng Bingwen felt that his consciousness was sucked into this small tower, and the avatars of the god general who followed the Dragon Lord were affected by this and had to stop.

"What is this place?"

At this time, Feng Bingwen was extremely surprised, he found himself in a boundless world.

The bright moon hangs high, the stars are shining brightly, the mountains are continuous, and the ravines compete for the flow, but in the mountains and rivers, there are countless terrifying figures of big monsters swarming, turning into real monster aura and rising into the sky, gathering in the sky to form many strange and mysterious monsters. And a hideous shadow of terror.

This place is impressively the territory of a monster clan, and the scene in front of them is clearly a gathering of big monsters, making pre-war preparations for a certain big battle that is about to start.

Zheng!
Feng Bingwen looked at everything in front of him like an outsider. In the mountains and rivers that gave him a sense of reality, a hundred thousand monsters trembled in unison for a sword chant from nine heavens.

The next moment, scarlet sword energy fell to the ground like stars.

Then Feng Bingwen understood why these big monsters who had gathered into an army were afraid of the sound of sword chant.

No matter how ferocious, majestic, or ferocious the monster body is, once it touches the scarlet sword energy, it will only end in the same way—to be torn apart, cut open, and chopped into pieces, with no power to resist.

Silently, a huge torrent poured into Feng Bingwen's sea of ​​consciousness, and Feng Bingwen suddenly understood what the name of this kendo supernatural power in front of him was!

Demon Slayer Sword Art, the first form, splits all demons!

After practicing this style, the power displayed is just like what he saw in front of his eyes. Even if there are thousands of monsters screaming, he can cut them with a single sword, split the monster's body, and turn it into flesh and blood all over the ground.

"Sigh~"

Severe pain came from between the eyebrows, Feng Bingwen couldn't help taking a breath, the Shura field paved by the corpses of thousands of monsters suddenly shattered in front of him, and a room full of warmth and warmth appeared in front of him.

Out of the corner of Feng Bingwen's eyes, he could see a few little flower spirits hiding in the corners of his room, poking their heads and looking at him with worry.

But at this time Feng Bingwen didn't have the energy to comfort them. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the brows where he felt bursts of pain, trying to digest the huge amount of knowledge in his mind.

Demon Slayer Sword Art, the first form.Feng Bingwen only got this method of practice.

Because now he can only bear so much, not because he is weak, nor because he has not yet started to practice, his current spirit is so strong that he can already control a Dharma image to wander outside.

In fact, this type of sword move is too complicated and complicated.

Cracking Ten Thousand Monsters sounds like a majestic and domineering sword move, but in fact, even Feng Bingwen at this time feels that there are probably few exquisite moves that can surpass this move in this world. Sword tactics.

The prerequisite for practicing this first form of exterminating demons is to be familiar with the weak points of the lifelines of all kinds of demons, and dismember the demons with the slightest force like a paoding dissolving an ox.

Cracking ten thousand monsters means dismembering ten thousand monsters at the same time. It looks majestic and domineering, but it is actually subtle. If you want to use this trick, you must not only reach the pinnacle of kendo, but also kill enough monsters. You have a very good understanding of the monster's body .

"Which fierce god created this Demon Extinguishing Sword Art?"

Feng Bingwen couldn't help muttering after he roughly digested this sword formula.

In this sword formula, the murderous intent aimed at the monster clan is almost suffocating, and it is not concealed. Only the first sword formula is so ferocious. Killing monsters to the extent that one sword can dismember the opponent, how much Horror? How many kills would it take to create such a sword art.

Zheng~
The small tower that Feng Bingwen held in his hand trembled slightly, Feng Bingwen let go of his hands subconsciously, and saw blood-red sword light surging in this small tower, and the killing intent emanating from the invisible made Feng Bingwen The flower demon lurking in the study escaped without a trace, not daring to stay at all.

And in an instant, Feng Bingwen suddenly felt that he had established a connection with the small tower in front of him, it seemed that it was because he had inherited the sword formula.

"How could it be..."

As soon as the connection was established, Feng Bingwen, who learned about the basic situation of this small pagoda, suddenly changed his face, and the next moment, his face changed again, because he felt the shock from Faxiang, and he quickly sat down cross-legged, His mind was immersed in the place where the red armored dragon general was.

"That miscellaneous bird, how dare it?"

The dragon general, with a body as tall as six feet, stood against the strong wind and rain. Although he was distracted for a moment because of the change in his body, his dharma appearance was not too much like Diu Longjun, and he was still behind him.

It is precisely because of this that he happened to be able to see a golden light rising from the left side in front of Long Jun walking in the water. In the golden light rising from the vast mountains, a fierce bird could be seen faintly, accompanied by a golden light rising from the vast mountains. Many monks and gods who joined in the fun were stunned by the unruly cry that echoed under the thundercloud, and had the same doubts.

"How dare you?"

Not to mention the Xuanting Water Lord who has a real dragon as his father, even if it is an ordinary water king who transforms into a dragon with water, even in the face of catastrophe oppression, it is not without the power to fight back, and even under the pressure of life and death, it will explode. Out of the normal combat power.

Xuan Ting Shuijun is not waiting for nothing, because of his father, a group of dragons took the initiative to defend him, among them there are not a few old dragons, this is a force that even the heyday of the human race would not easily provoke.

But soon, the ensuing changes made the onlookers understand why the golden-winged roc dared to charge into Xuanting Dragon Lord under the protection of Bailong.

The two old dragons who guarded the Tao of Xuanting Dragon Lord flew over the moment the golden light appeared. bird.

cracking--

However, accompanied by another cry, a golden light gushed out from the bird's body, infecting half of the sky in an instant, and the thick robbery cloud was directly torn apart, vast and infinite, as if reaching the sky for a long time. The golden light surged.

The next moment, under the horrified eyes of the old Jiao who took the initiative to meet him, the infinite golden light formed a majestic figure that seemed to cover the sky with its golden wings.

Gold-winged roc bird!
Seeing this Pengniao Dharma statue that tore apart the robbery cloud and stood on top of the broken cloud, all the monks and warriors who saw this scene, or monsters, ghosts, and even mountains and rivers, all understood what kind of existence it was manifesting at this moment , to prevent Xuanting Longjun from becoming enlightened.

The wind stopped, and even the rain stopped falling, only the robbery clouds surging above the Dragon Lord, and the rumbling sound of thunder from the sky, other than that, everything was still in front of the bird, unexpectedly Can't move.

There is no cry that shakes the nine heavens, and there is no overwhelming coercion. The golden roc bird that is obviously somewhat illusory stands there, and this world becomes centered on him, and everything operates according to his will. .

Pity!
The many monsters and monsters surrounding the Dragon Lord were so weird that the monks and gods had no time to marvel. They only saw the roc lowered its head and looked at the group of dragons guarding the way of the Dragon Lord. Feng Bingwen, who is miles away, can feel his regret.

It was a pity that there was a delicacy in front of him, but he couldn't eat it to his heart's content. The arrogance and arrogance in it made the dragon king who was crossing the catastrophe let out an angry dragon cry.

hold head high--

The purple flood dragon, which was only half a step away from the true dragon, leaped, set off hundreds of millions of hectares of river water, and rushed towards the roc bird with the momentum of covering the sky.

What is needed to turn water into a dragon is to go all out and move forward with indomitable momentum. If there is a slight hesitation in the middle, all previous efforts will be for naught. In light cases, the bones and tendons will be broken, the dragon body will be completely useless, and in severe cases, it will directly die in the underworld, and there will be no chance to start again.

(End of this chapter)