I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 421 Township Killing Hanba, Doing Millions of Good Deeds

Roar!
hold head high--

The roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon rose and fell one after another in the gradually ruined blessed land, and what was mixed with it was the roar that sounded from time to time, which vaguely revealed a bit of pain and anger.

"not bad!"

Standing in the air, surrounded by three dragons and three tigers, the wandering Feng Bingwen looked down at the circular tiankeng under his feet. That relatively insignificant existence, his eyes were full of passionate fighting intent.

This is a hard fight, and this is the most terrifying opponent he has encountered since he practiced Taoism. Even though its personality is nothing compared to those mythical creatures that Feng Bingwen has fought against in the past, this monster is real. wanted to put him to death.

But equivalently, Feng Bingwen also wanted to wipe out the monster that caused the famine from this side of the world, without leaving any traces.

Because of the terrifying physique that was so strong that it was impossible for a human immortal to break through, Feng Bingwen had already given up using magical powers to fight against it, and the immortal sword in his hand could not break through the defense of this drought demon.

He chose to confront it in close combat, using the most primitive and most violent means to fight fiercely with this drought elf, trying to dismember its body.

Even if he obtained the legacy of an innate god-man, he would not be able to gain an overwhelming advantage in close combat with this monster, which is famous for its unreasonably tyrannical body.

After all, although the Supreme has kept his innate origin, those original qi only transformed Feng Bingwen's body to a level consistent with the current state, and did not pull out a step to be able to be compared with that Supreme. Realm, but endowed with the potential to reach that level.

Therefore, at the beginning of the melee fight, Feng Bingwen still suffered some small losses, but after adapting to the fighting rhythm of the Hanba, Feng Bingwen was able to turn around and gain a certain advantage.

There is one thing to say, the fighting style of this Hanba is like a raging wild beast that has lost its reason, without any rules, but with that tyrannical physique, many immortal cultivators can't adapt to this fighting style. Once it can't be suppressed, will be torn apart.

"As expected of a Hanba!"

Feng Bingwen raised his right arm and glanced at it. The Taoist robe on his body had been torn apart in the previous tragic fight, and there were no bones left. On the naked arm that was not covered by clothes, four black claw marks were So glaring.

Among the rolled up flesh and blood, one could even see crystal-clear bones, but this jade bone was also infested by the strong corpse aura and scorching flames, showing a regrettable gray-white color.

It's just that this shocking injury is being reversed, the golden blood is rushing, and the dead energy that is strong enough to directly convert an ordinary monk into a zombie is being gradually expelled.

And as the dead energy that repelled the blood energy of the living gradually emptied out, the fiery true meaning that belonged exclusively to Hanba was nothing, and Feng Bingwen didn't even need to take the initiative to do anything, his body just Began to take the initiative to accept or devour that power.

In just a few breaths, Feng Bingwen's tragic injuries from the previous round of confrontation have recovered in sevens and eighties, leaving only a few faint scars, and these scars also breathed, It also gradually disappeared without a trace, and can no longer be seen.

Roar!
Below, at the bottom of the ring-shaped sinkhole formed by the terrifying impact, the red-haired monster whose legs had been submerged in shallow lava roared upwards.

The thick and smooth red hair has been damaged in many places, and a strong physique can be vaguely seen, as well as an ugly and ferocious face.

Through these, it is also difficult to confirm what race this Hanba was, maybe it was also a human race, although it is impossible for an ordinary human race to have a body that is several feet tall.

However, there are not a few practitioners who have cultivated to a high level and lost their human form. It's just that the body has become a little bigger, which is really nothing.

thump~
The shallow lava splashed up tens of feet, and Hanba, who was also hundreds of feet away from Feng Bingwen, appeared in front of Feng Bingwen in the blink of an eye. His sharp claws, whose nails were broken off a lot, once again pointed towards Feng Bingwen. Wen's heart.

The beast-like instinct, only knowing the fighting style of attacking the vital points of the prey recklessly, for Feng Bingwen who has adapted now, it is very easy to parry.

boom!
A ring of air explosions erupted directly at a close distance, and it exploded with a roar like a thunderclap. Feng Bingwen hardly thought about it, and calmly blocked the attack that Han Yan could hardly see clearly.

This Hanba doesn't know any supernatural powers and spells, compared to a body that can directly kill immortal weapons, those are too fancy.

But even so, with a body so tyrannical to this level, its every move can create terrifying power that doesn't have to be inferior to magical powers.

The teleportation-like speed is the best proof, even practitioners who are close to the sky or shrinking to an inch, probably cannot teleport one after another without thinking like it.

Facing such an opponent, Feng Bingwen also gradually gave up using his brain, because it was too fast, and once he thought about it before attacking, he immediately slowed down a beat. In this case, it is better to leave everything to him Physical instinct.

Although it will be a bit strenuous at first, once he adapts to the rhythm, the potential contained in Feng Bingwen's body will be gradually stimulated.

Although Feng Bingwen is not a warrior, he is better than a warrior, and the practice of a warrior is often in the fight, and the daily sweat can only hone skills.

"It's still a little bit worse!"

Being able to feel one's own strength or one's potential being stimulated and tapped out at a very intuitive speed, this process is enough to make people intoxicated and obsessed with this taste.

Wandering endlessly outside Feng Bingwen's body, even dancing with his movements, the three dragons and three tigers endowed with various magical powers are the best proof
When he first crossed the catastrophe, he only had one dragon and one tiger manifested, but after fighting this drought man with the sole purpose of destroying the opponent regardless of his life, in terms of pure strength, Feng Bingwen was able to put The self before the battle hangs up and fights.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Heavenly Tribulation is not as good as a drought, but Feng Bingwen's existence is so special that when he first crossed the Tribulation, the Heavenly Dao vaguely released water for him, and did not put him under much pressure, let alone life and death. It's a crisis, and this naturally can't stimulate the power hidden in his body.

"Pity!"

Although it is a pity, there is a limit to the pressure given by an opponent with constant combat power and declining, especially when Feng Bingwen is getting stronger and stronger.

Click!

There was a sour breaking sound, followed by the Hanba's roar full of pain. Its claws were held by Feng Bingwen, and the golden blood filled the air, and the sound came from it.

And when Feng Bingwen let go of his palm, a mixture of almost gray-black minced meat and bone residue appeared at the end of the Hanba's arm.

"Roar!"

Hanba doesn't speak too much, it doesn't even have the most basic thinking ability, but even so, in the eyes he looked at Feng Bingwen, apart from the initial indifference, there was also strong resentment and a touch of fear .

At the same time, the claws that were almost destroyed by Feng Bingwen were also healing and recovering at a very obvious speed.

If it is a warrior of the human race, it is not an exaggeration to say that the physical body is sanctified to such an extent. Let alone the rebirth of a severed limb, even if the head is removed, it is not a problem to grow another one.

"This is my blessed land!"

Feng Bingwen was naturally very pleased when he saw the Hanba who put on a look that would not tear him apart, or he would never die.

If this kind of monster had to run away, he was really worried that he would run away. After all, he was not an earth immortal, and his blessed land was not a real blessed land.

But now there is no need to worry about these things at all. This drought is much stronger than he imagined, and even if he is at a disadvantage, he has no intention of running away.

This battle has directly turned into a war of attrition. In this case, the result of this battle seems to be obvious.

In the blessed land, it is impossible to exhaust the controller. Either the controller will be overthrown, or he will run away honestly, or he will turn it into fertilizer without knowing his life.

Apparently, this poor man with little wisdom chose to turn it into fertilizer to nourish this barren blessed land.

But even so, in order to achieve such a result, Feng Bingwen also paid a very tragic price. He has hardly suffered many injuries since his debut, and his body was severely injured by that monster time and time again.

These injuries were repaired by the vigorous blood in a very short period of time, and they were restored to their best condition. In contrast, Feng Bingwen left a scar on the Hanba that was worse than worse. trauma.

Although Hanba is an ancestral existence of monsters such as zombies, when its body is traumatized, it needs to consume a lot of energy to repair the damaged body.

No matter how against the sky, monsters that violate the laws of heaven must pay attention to basic laws. For example, although the power contained in their bodies is majestic, it is also limited. be consumed within a certain period of time.

Feng Bingwen didn't know how long he had been fighting with this drought man. He not only ignored the passage of time, but even ignored the number of times he was injured. At first he kept it in his mind, but then he gradually became numb.

A strong physique will inevitably have extreme speed. To fight against such an opponent, one must omit the step of thinking. After feeling the danger, the body will directly fight back.

It might be ten days, it might be a month, it might be longer, Feng Bingwen fought with Han Yan in the blessed land without anyone disturbing him.

And his blessed land is only vast and worthy of praise, so more than half of the land boundary has been smashed to pieces, and there are craters everywhere, which is really a mess.

But this point became unimportant after Feng Bingwen tore off the limbs of the Hanba and tore off his head.

"ended?!"

Standing on the devastated land, Feng Bingwen looked at the dilapidated land under his feet, and his eyes fell on the remains of the Hanba that he had torn apart, his eyes were vaguely dazed, and his tone was not Well sure.

He had already forgotten what a terrifying recovery ability this drought demon showed every time he thought it would be able to end the battle.

Of course, he wasn't far behind. No matter how terrible the injury was, as long as more than half of his body wasn't destroyed in an instant, he could recover within a very short period of time.

In terms of recovery ability alone, Feng Bingwen should be above rebirth from severed limbs, and below rebirth from a drop of blood, but if his physique really reaches the point of rebirth from a drop of blood, it doesn't matter if he is a fairy.

"..."

Feng Bingwen fell into thought as he looked at the remains of the dry man that had not been reassembled, and then his internal organs were to be pulled out from his chest.

It is much more difficult than he imagined to completely destroy this simple and pure monster.

Don't look at this dry-drough as if it is dead, but in fact, as long as a part of it is buried in the "Feng Shui Treasure Land" where the power of the earth's veins is strong, there will be another intact dry-drough after a while, alive and kicking. Get out of the ground.

This kind of monster that is not tolerated by the Dao of Heaven is so terrifying. The conventional methods of killing evil and destroying demons have little effect on it. It seems that the most suitable way is to suppress and seal it.

"By the way, the drought can be regarded as a great evil!"

Feng Bingwen has not been troubled by such a simple problem for long, Hanba has been overwhelmed, and he is still worried about how to deal with it, which is simply a joke.

The whole body is now filled with a wild force, and the young man who interprets the beauty of strength in his naked body can directly feel a delicate ancient tower that is not too tall.

"Can you practice this thing? If possible, I will hand it over to you directly!"

Feng Bingwen directly communicated with the ancient tower spirit of this ancient sword tower, which was slightly ignorant and not much stronger than a human child.

"Delicious, can eat!"

And this fairy artifact, which was reborn from the ashes and returned to the peak again, was just a simple thought passed to him.

"very good!"

Feng Bingwen, who got a satisfactory answer, directly threw the fairy artifact out, and then his attention fell back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment he defeated Han Yan, there was an unprecedented change in the volume of heavenly scriptures in his consciousness.

Record of good deeds
Killing Hanba (disabled) in the town, good deeds, one million
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but hold his breath for a simple line of records. In Feng Bingwen's eyes, this line of records reflected golden brilliance. No, this record is really shining, but compared to Because of this dazzling record, Feng Bingwen also noticed the word "remnant" marked in parentheses.

(End of this chapter)