Fu Canglu

Chapter 439 Humiliation
"Crack" sound.

Time seemed to stand still.

The blue ghost mask condensed by the wind and snow, wrapped a layer of Taixu power of the Lord of Yincheng, and a crack opened at this moment.

In a tenth of an instant, the crack burst open quickly, and the green ghost's ferocious face was hit by a golden fist, and the blood did not have time to spill out.

In the next instant, the time returned to normal, and the body of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng was blown away by a punch!
The heavy snow was flying and whistling all over the sky, and three feet outside the big banyan tree, a black figure re-solidified by the wind and snow spliced ​​out of thin air, but he was in a mess, and after he appeared, he covered the broken green ghost mask, and pieces of snowflakes It is as if broken porcelain is squeezed into a complete mask from the fingers.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng held a figure in a blue robe in his hand, it was Qingshi, he raised his head, his hair was curled like a cloud, a black thunder roared past in front of him, and thunder crackled from the black lotus clothes.

His eyes were filled with astonishment, he never thought that the speed of the little highness is actually faster than his own Taixu power!
The Lord of Yincheng wanted to retreat subconsciously, but the front, back, left, and right were blocked by spider webs, and the only way out was behind Yi Xiao.

Only tough!

His face was livid, and one hand was no longer covering his green ghost mask. The mask had been glued to his forehead again by the wind and snow, and his fangs were growing wildly, revealing his fierceness!
The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng took a step forward, raised his big sleeves, swayed and swayed, and his palm came down from top to bottom, showing a sky-shattering momentum, and fell swiftly, the snow and frost in the palm fluttered, thunder trembled, and it was extremely heavy!

Daozong Mahamudra!
A taboo method that has been lost as early as the beginning of the year!

The lower hall was expressionless, clenched his fists, the lotus blossoms in the lotus pond, the red fish and the white fish were thrown to one side, and there was a splash of water.

The sword energy of the real dragon circulates within the bones, the soul of the Zifu is infinitely mysterious, and there are 360 ​​big acupoints all over the body. At this moment, it is like a vast ocean, boiling wantonly, bursting with purple clouds everywhere, 360 purple clouds roaring, and the black vitality is covered with a layer of purple , circulated endlessly under the skin of His Highness, turning dozens of times in an instant.

Yi Xiao watched the burly man press over him.

The whole black suit also came under pressure.

It was pitch black, as if the world was about to collapse.

This is not the first time I have seen such a scene.

His Highness whispered Luoyang.

The left half of the lotus pond is pitch black, crouching dragon, red fish.

The real dragon raised his head and opened his eyes.

His Highness's left shoulder tilted slightly, and his clenched fist was pulled back.

pull back high
Then wave it out!

This punch will blow up the whole world! !
"boom"

The world is extremely quiet, and the sound of the whole world seems to disappear at this moment.

Between the sky and the earth, the heavy snow was still, and the black coat that was pressed down almost collided with His Highness Lianyi.

Press down with one palm and punch out with one punch.

The whole world revolved around them, and the soil and rocks under their feet collapsed, and countless fine cobwebs rolled up in an instant, and turned into endless rubble in the next instant.

There was a loud bang in Darong Temple.

Plaques, heavy gates, bricks, clay altars, banyan trees, Vajra Halls, pagodas.

These ancient relics that had survived for thousands of years were all shattered into pieces like broken bricks and cracked tiles in an instant, floating in the air, and in this moment of extreme silence, the levitation stagnated for a little time.

Then the black giant began to crack.

Under the mask of the green ghost, the man in black with the palm of his hand pressed down with the Daozong's big handprint showed an expression of seeing a ghost.

Too late to react.

Whether it is the power of wind and snow, or the power of Taixu.

The black coat began to crack from the cuff, and within the almost stagnant time, it began to be torn apart inch by inch, collapsed, and burned itself into ashes before splashing out.

The arm began to be torn apart by the huge force, the sword energy crushed the flesh, and the real dragon ate the bone.

The Lord of Yincheng felt this pain very clearly.

The last time I felt this kind of pain was in Luoyang.

Opposite the green ghost mask is a young man's face surrounded by purple and black aura. The pupils of that man are full of hot gold, just like the gods in the sky, shining like the sun, so you can't look directly at them.

He whispered two words.

The Lord of Yincheng heard it.

"Luoyang."

He looked at his arm in amazement. The small half of the arm was taken from the god's soul, which was blown apart by that punch. After countless soul powers collapsed and could not be condensed, they were disturbed by the sword energy of the Zifu. To be shattered and not to exist again.

With just one punch, he was seriously injured?
Time resumed.

As if carrying a hot potato, the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng immediately threw away the bluestone in his hand, endured the pain that pierced his soul, and drove the power of Taixu, and ran a certain distance in an instant.

My mind went blank.

He didn't understand.

In the void, there is no entity.

Since there is no entity, why was it hit?
That ant who was just a lowly cultivator in Luoyang, why did his soul become so strong in just two years?

The Lord of Yincheng was about to grit his teeth, but suddenly there was an incomparably swift whistling sound, he raised his head in astonishment, and saw a figure in lotus clothes that was faster than his Taixu power. He galloped on one side of his shoulder, expressionless, dragging countless black thunders behind him, crackling and crackling all the way, but he just maintained the momentum of keeping pace with himself, and was not in a hurry to make a move.

Already close to the spider web.

The Lord of Yincheng screamed: "I've already let go, what do you want from me?!"

The lower hall was expressionless, and his right arm had been gaining momentum.

The right half of the lotus pond is pure white, with coiled snakes and white fish.

Yi Xiao slowly closed her eyes. At this moment, the Lingtai is clear and clear, but her mind is in chaos.

A person's voice and smile appeared in front of him.

The man never smiled to himself.

flood city.Qijiang.Sirius City.Longmen.

No, she actually laughed.

His Highness always wanted to see her smile again.

But the only time she laughed was the last time.

The Lord of Yincheng ran desperately, but he still couldn't catch up with the ghostly body of the person beside him. No matter how extreme his power of emptiness was pushed to the extreme, no matter how strong the wind and snow was, his figure kept floating and teleporting. They all followed him closely.

The Lord of Yincheng saw the person beside him clenched his tongue, and squeezed out two words again from the tip of his teeth very slowly.

"Red coat."

Sudden horror.

The little Highness's toes hit the ground, and a huge crater burst open on the ground with a bang, and the whole person disappeared. The next moment, he teleported to the front of the Yincheng City Lord, and the whole person hovered, punching the drum.

Use the face of the Lord of Yincheng as the drum.

The mask of the green ghost collapsed in an instant, and that ridiculously ferocious face was instantly shattered into foam, the wind and snow trembled, and it was desolate.

The Lord of Yincheng swept forward, his whole body was like a big bird, moving sideways, as if throwing himself into a trap at this moment, "bumped" into the fist of His Royal Highness, as if bumping into a thick wall, his neck bent inconceivably , disconnected with an overwhelmed click.

Zifu's spirit and soul contact, using the power of the soul to intertwine with the body, in fact, when they collide, both parties will suffer, one party is extremely painful, and the other party will not get better.

His Highness didn't feel the pain at all, and pressed the other hand on the head of the Lord of Yincheng, and suddenly pressed it to the ground, smashing a dent several feet in size.

His Royal Highness once again grabbed the hair of the Lord of Yincheng. The No.1 soul in the world is indeed a little fragile, and the pain has made his pupils tend to slack. Neither the power of Taixu nor the wind and snow can turn them into Incorporeal.

Yi Xiao looked at the bloody face of the middle-aged man indifferently, and said calmly: "This face is recognized by everyone in the world, why wear a mask to deceive yourself and others?"

Yi Xiao suddenly pressed down on the head, and smashed it down for the second time, creating a deeper and larger pit than the last one, and the whole head was embedded in the deepest center of the pit.

Then lift it up and drop it down again.

When Yoyo picked it up for the third time, that face could no longer be described as "terrible".

His Royal Highness's voice was extremely soft: "I heard that Tai Xu Xiang is the number one celestial appearance in the world."

He carried this "big practitioner" who had been beaten into a human form by himself in the Purple Mansion, as if he was watching a joke.

There was no smile on his face.

"Any celestial practitioner can't beat the heir of Taixu in a one-on-one match."

"Because any celestial aspect can't defeat Taixu."

His Highness took a deep breath and said with a smile: "But one is not enough, are two enough?"

The Lord of Yincheng was trembling all over.

"It would be great if you came here." The little highness lowered his eyebrows, and gently picked up this blood-stained face, and looked at himself: "The world's number one cultivator, fell into my hands, it feels like it's not good." good."

The Lord of Yincheng spoke inarticulately: "Wait until you get out of the immortal stele"

"Clap" sound.

The Lord of Yincheng roared in pain, but couldn't make any other sounds.

Half of his teeth were shattered by His Highness's slap, but he couldn't spit it out.

Yi Xiao held down the head of the Lord of Yincheng and sealed his lips, forcing him to swallow half of his teeth.

His Highness said in a cold voice: "Let's talk about it after your soul comes out of the immortal tablet."

The Lord of Yincheng raised his head to the sky and roared hoarsely, and then another half of his slap came down, and the other half of his teeth were smashed off, and he swallowed forcefully into his stomach.

His Highness controlled the strength of his soul so as not to shatter the little half of the Yin City Lord's soul.

He slapped the Lord of Yincheng's cheek one after another.

The strength is not strong, and there are crisp sounds one after another.

"No.1 in the world?"

"No.1 in the world?"

Every time a slap fell, His Highness would read this sentence with a half-smile.

The content of each sentence is intact, the tone is completely different, and the tone is changed.

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

Yi Xiao repeated this without end, never tired of it.

The Lord of Yincheng's cheeks were burning hot, his eyes were scarlet, his abdomen was trembling, and he yelled, "I'm going to kill you!"

After the little Highness heard the words, he stopped slapping.

He lightly pressed his palm on the abdomen of the Lord of Yincheng, and then exerted force.

The Lord of Yincheng curled up and struggled in pain. The inner wall of his abdomen was shredded by the sword energy, and he could no longer pronounce his abdominal tremor.

Someone asked softly: "Guess, why should I humiliate you?"

He just raised his head and looked at Yi Xiao with great resentment.

His Highness's eyes were dull.

He watched with his own eyes that the red clothes were torn apart in Luoyang city that day.

Heartbreaking.

In the wind and snow, there was no sound of suffering.

How ironic that this time is the same as that time?

His Highness slowly stretched out one hand, and put it on the forehead of the Lord of Yincheng.

All the negative emotions, those scruples, and those worries were all left behind by him.

So what if you offend?
So what about chasing and killing?
He just wanted to humiliate.

Just to mock.

The little highness said expressionlessly: "Because, you should."

(End of this chapter)