Refining Immortal Divine Cauldron

"hong long!"

At this time, there was another roar in the sky, and then a heavy rain poured down.

"Magging!"

Turn away to Essence Power to prop up a protective barrier to isolate all around the falling rain. The next moment Fei Ren is also starting to run the Dharma Thousand Powers , While trying to attract the attention of the thundercloud in the sky.

"Dharma Fist!"

Fun all around Essence Power, I saw Fei Ren blast out with a punch, sweeping away a lot of golden fist strength, and at the same time rushing straight into the sky, moved towards in the sky that group of terrifying thunderclouds smashed away.

Thundercloud in the sky entangled although it is a Heaven and Earth natural phenomenon, it is not aimed at any party.

However, because of Fei Ren's full-strike strikes, the current thundercloud seemed to be provoked, and the rumbling sound suddenly became even worse, and countless thunder snakes suddenly appeared.

“hong long! ”

Suddenly, a thick thunder snake like a bucket fell into the sky, and then moved towards Fei Ren’s direction and fell, where thunder snake went. , Are all full of Annihilation Power fluctuations, and suddenly the countless plants turn into fly ash, only to see the black smoke surrounding it, which makes the heart palpitating.

"Are you here...!"

Below, when I saw the terrifying thunder snake flying in, Fei Ren was also running the entire body of Essence Power protector, and at the same time Dharma The golden body is fully open, the whole figure is elevated several feet, and the whole body is covered by scarlet golden glow.

Initiating thunder body tempering, the competition is the strength of the body!

However, Fei Ren did not dare to be big enough to directly use the fleshy body to fight against the power of these Razer Strikes directly.

So he still needs to make some protective preparations.

"oh la la..."

In an instant, the clothes on the upper body were removed, and at the same time, a strong wheat-colored muscle was exposed. At the next moment, Fei Ren's eyes were solemn and showed at the same time. A touch of firmness.

"Come on!"

"hong long!"

In just a moment of breath, the roaring terrifying thunder snake hit, and then fiercely The strikes were on Fei Ren's body.

"Uh...!"

The bodyguard Essence Power shattered in an instant, and a strike of Razer was hard-wired on the front, even with the defensive blessing of Bodhidharma's golden body, at this moment Fei Ren His complexion was still not pretty, and the corner of his mouth was drenched with blood, as if he had suffered some injuries, and the imposing manner on the whole person had also dropped a little.

"Shit!"

With the sound of tearing flesh and tissues in the body, the next moment Fei Ren also trembled, and at the same time, the whole person was sweating profusely, almost To fall to the ground.

"really strong Power of Thunder....!"

Fei Ren can clearly perceive that this Razer not only penetrated into his body, but also The dantian and all around meridian in his body continued to flow, causing a sharp pain and tingling sensation along the way, as if the blood was about to be scorched.

Although the destructive power of this Thunder Snake is full, the meridian rammed everywhere in his body, as if into the land of no one.

However, under the stimulation of Power of Thunder, Fei Ren's body is gradually increasing, and at the same time, Dharma has also improved slightly. The original stagnant cultivation technique bottleneck finally has Signs of loosening.

"Really effective!"

Aware of the changes in the body, Fei Ren's expression was also overjoyed at this moment.

...

At the same time, as Fei Ren used the Power of Thunder, the cultivation technique, the fighting in the ancestral tomb became more brutal.

The large number of fights and competitions not only did not reduce the number of Martial Artists entering the ancestral tombs, but there is also an increasing trend of these Martial Artists pouring into the ancestral tombs.

In the depths of the ancestral mausoleum, in front of a cliff

"who you are?!"

A blond middle-aged man with disheveled hair struggled to his feet, He spit out a mouthful of black blood, and looked towards the opposite side in horror at the same time.

Not far from the other side, a white clothed man stood quietly, his whole body breathed like a panlong, and he was swallowing clouds and mist, winding up and down.

Even if you are just close to its several feet, you can feel a powerful oppression coming, which makes your heart palpitating!

"Heavenly Dragon teaches Sanren Er."

The corners of the mouth rose, and the white clothed man faintly said.

"Heavenly Dragon teaches!"

"What is that...?!"

hearing this, the blond middle-aged man was surprised at first , And then clenched his fists, his eyes faintly fearful.

His name is He Jinsha, and he is the eldest son of Patriarch Hull of the Vaishe tribe. His Essence Power cultivation base has reached the 8th layer of the Martial Master Realm.

However, he is still not an enemy of the white clothed man opposite!

The strength of the white clothed man has far exceeded He Jinsha's imagination. He has never felt this kind of powerful oppression, even in front of his father Hull!

Moreover, the Heavenly Dragon taught by the opponent, he is unheard-of at all.

"Idiot, Heavenly Dragon has never heard of it. It really is just a Barbarian Race rubbish..."

Glanced at He Jinsha, the white clothed man looked disdainful, then The secondary eyes seemed to look at an ant.

"What?!"

Faced with the ridicule, He Jinsha suddenly turned red.

As one of the five major tribes, Young Patriarch of the Vaisha tribe, where has he suffered such humiliation.

At the moment, the white clothed man calls it Barbarian Race waste. Even if his strength is invincible, He Jinsha is angry at this moment.

"Damn, father, haven't they arrived yet...!"

Although full of anger, but afraid of the other's terrifying power, He Jinsha did not act immediately, but Operate the Essence Power silently while looking towards the white clothed man on the opposite side with a vigilant face.

In order to find the location of the Imperial Palace ruins, he and other Vaisha tribe experts, including Hull and the others, are all pawns.

Because of the scattered power, he is the only one at the moment, and no other expert from the Vaisha tribe is present.

"Even if the reinforcements arrive, it won't save you in the end..."

"Go to hell!"

It seems unwilling to waste with He Jinsha Time, the next moment white clothed man is also coldly smiled, and at the same time the Essence Power of the palm is surging, a pure white dragon swept out, like a dragon god descending to the world, with great prestige!

"No...!"

Faced with the attack of the white clothed man, He Jinsha also widened his eyes and let out a desperate exclamation, the next moment the whole person immediately Was swallowed by the huge Panlong, not even a corpse was left.

Martial Master Realm 8th layer expert, kill with one move!

Although He Jinsha's strength is not weak, but under the absolute strength gap, it is still difficult to escape.

The aura on the white clothed man's body fluctuates immensely, and even if it is a single move to kill He Jinsha, it seems that he didn't use his full strength.

Such terrifying strength, and one move to kill Martial Master Realm 8th layer in a flash, only the Martial Spirit realm expert can do it!

"Huh...? There is also a strong breath of Essence Power..."

After solving He Jinsha, the white clothed man suddenly turned suspiciously. At the same time browse slightly wrinkle.

"Martial Spirit environment 6 Layers and above.....who is it..."

The white clothed man looked towards the side of the sky, the white clothed man converged, and he was thinking.

Just now, he also suddenly noticed that a very powerful and not weaker than his Essence Power aura emerged.

Although this powerful breath of Essence Power only disappeared in a flash, it was not enough to escape his detection.

Currently, most of the Martial Artists entering the ancestral mausoleum are below the Martial Spirit realm. Among them, the Martial Spirit realm expert can be counted on one's fingers, and the Borneo patriarch Indra is barely one. As for the Martial Spirit realm 6 Layers The existence of the above has never been seen!

"No matter who you are, the things left behind by Martial King Realm will have to be shut down by me in the end!"

Retracted his gaze, white clothed man coldly smiled, and figure It disappeared in a flash, as if it had never appeared before.