Feng Feiyun finally came out of the level, and before he had even stepped into the holy lake, two half-step giant-level figures made a move, wanting to wipe him out at the last moment.
These are two old corpses in purple robes, with purple corpse talismans suspended above their heads, both of which are comparable to the combat power of half-step giants, and they want to launch the strongest killing before Feng Feiyun breaks through the holy monument.
The half-step giant of the Senluo Hall also made a move, and the bronze half-crescent moon was sacrificed again, and at the same time launched an attack on Feng Feiyun.
The power of these three giants suppressed all the plants and trees into powder, crushed the boulders and cracked them, and the ground was full of flames, which was extremely terrifying.
But all three were blocked by a ball of flames The man whose whole body was covered in flames fought with three half-step giants, flew up into the clouds, and slaughtered into the sky.
Feng Feiyun knew that the time was urgent, and as soon as his body moved, he disappeared directly from the peak of the evening morning and appeared under the holy monument.
At the same time, the holy monument was full of brilliance, and the four ancient characters of "Nalan Hongtao" flowed out of a dazzling light, turning into a tall and majestic figure.
All the monks were engrossed at the moment, although many people didn't want Feng Feiyun to defeat Nalan Hongtao, but there was a trace of expectation in their hearts, after all, everyone wanted to witness the birth of history.
Feng Feiyun stood on the surface of the lake, his mood was as calm as water, his eyes were sharp, and he had an invincible confidence.
But he was not in a hurry to make a move, he was secretly accumulating strength, improving his fighting spirit, and fighting with an opponent like Nalan Hongtao, he had to let himself reach the peak state, and if he was a little worse, he would be defeated, or even life or death.
"Boom" Feng Feiyun took the lead in attacking, without any fancy, it was directly the strongest attack, all the means were played almost at the same time, and the torrent of spells covered the entire holy lake.
Nalan Hongtao's imprint also played the strongest force.
As soon as the war began, it had already entered a white-hot situation, all of them were collisions of the strongest forces, and they didn't even need to fight tentatively, all they wanted now was victory or defeat.
Although the confrontation of the half-step giant was even more terrifying and spectacular, all the monks now paid attention to the center of the holy lake.
The waves of water in the sacred lake turned into ice and refined into water vapor.
"In the end, can Feng Feiyun defeat Nalan Hongtao in the same realm" Everyone's eyes didn't dare to blink, for fear that if they blinked, they would miss the most exciting battle.
"Break it for me" Feng Feiyun roared from the center of the holy lake.
"Whoa" A tearing force rushed out, and the white dazzling light blinded people's eyes.
Nalan Hongtao's figure finally shattered, just like the huge god statue was broken, and the cracks tore apart the body and disappeared.
On the holy monument, the vigorous and powerful name began to blur, the traces became faint, and finally disappeared on the holy monument.
"The wind and the wind are flying, and they were able to defeat Nalan Hongtao and defeat a mythical figure in the same realm."
Although many people had a premonition that it would happen, when it actually happened, they were trembling with excitement.
After all, the meaning behind this is too great, and that kind of shock is no less than the god in his heart being knocked down.
"As long as Feng Feiyun engraves his name on the holy monument, he can be favored by the luck of the holy monument and become the supreme hero of this era, he is the protagonist in this era, and no one can compare with him."
The Holy Monument is thirty-three zhang high, like a small mountain, with a layer of protective light wrapped on the outside, if you can't defeat the brand of the Holy Monument Ancestors, even a giant can't break the protective light.
Standing at the bottom of the holy monument, Feng Feiyun's mind was not to engrave his name on the holy monument, in his opinion, there was always a feeling of setting up a monument for himself.
He was more concerned about the connection between the lines on the top of the monument and the ancient altar on the top of the mountain.
The lines on the top of the monument could not be seen clearly from a high place, and they were obscured by the protective light, perhaps only by walking into the protective light could they find some clues.
"Boom" Above the protective light of the holy monument, a crack suddenly opened, like a narrow portal, which had just been opened, and then it was about to close immediately.
You must break in before the monument closes Feng Feiyun just wanted to break in, when suddenly a sharp wind-breaking body came from behind him, and the speed was simply too fast, even if Feng Feiyun showed the speed of reincarnation, he was still almost crushed.
"Boom" A golden light passed by Feng Feiyun's side, knocking Feng Feiyun dozens of feet away.
It's an ancient car, no, it's an eight-part dragon.
"Feng Feiyun, you think that this princess will be so kind to help you, but she is just using you, even if you defeat Nalan Hongtao, you are just making a wedding dress for me."
Princess Luofu harnessed the eight dragon chariots and drove away the eight golden dragon souls, and in an instant, she had already rushed into the protective light of the holy monument.
In the world, only the speed of the Eight Dragons is so fast, and it can cross the entire Enough God Jin Dynasty in one day, even the giants can't catch up with the Eight Dragons, and it is precisely because of this that Princess Luofu can seize the opportunity and break in the moment when the light protection is opened.
"Damn, cheap woman, you don't marry, and you dare to wear my wedding dress."
Feng Feiyun was so angry that the demon's blood boiled, and his figure moved, and at the moment before the crack of the lake light opened, he broke in dangerously.
In the eyes of the monks outside, after breaking into the protective light of the holy monument, the Eight Dragons and Feng Feiyun disappeared, and their figures could not be seen at all.
"Princess Luofu is so scheming, as long as the protective light of the holy monument is opened, she can control the eight dragons and break in first.
She was not using Feng Feiyun alone, all the monks present were used by her. ” "She wants to leave her name on the holy monument, and get the luck of the holy monument, so that it will be more logical to ascend to the position of empress in the future."
"It's a pity that Feng Feiyun desperately defeated Nalan Hongtao, but made a wedding dress for someone else."
All the monks on the shore of the holy lake gathered around, standing on the shore of the holy lake, looking at the holy monument in the middle of the lake, waiting for the result, Feng Feiyun and Princess Luofu both broke into the holy monument to protect the light, who can leave a name on the holy monument Princess Luofu broke in first, and her cultivation was stronger than Feng Feiyun's, so her chances should be much greater.
Feng Feiyun broke into the protective light, and the holy monument in front of him was very different from the holy monument he saw outside.
This is an independent field, which belongs to the field of the monument.
The holy monument, which was originally thirty-three zhang high, has now become more majestic, larger than the mountains that are 10,000 meters high, and there is a terrifying atmosphere, which naturally exudes that people can't help but kneel and worship the sacred.
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It's a huge white mountain At different heights of the mountain, there is a figure levitating, accompanied by white brilliance, motionless, sacred, and they are all the guardians of this mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, in the midst of a mess of rocks, a boy with red lips and white teeth was suspended three feet high, like a fairy child walking out of the picture scroll, with an illusory body and eyes staring at the top of the mountain reverently.
Feng Feiyun's heart was heavy, staring at this translucent figure, he remembered that this was the gatekeeper of the early stage of the Holy Tablet Spirit, named "Ji Salem".
The name left on the holy monument in the early days of the spiritual introduction was once the supreme pride of an era.
But at this moment, his expression was not as proud as shown on the holy monument, but was suppressed by a force, and he was extremely humble.
Continuing to walk upward, it didn't take long for him to meet the collector of the middle stage of spiritual induction, a little girl, younger than the little demon.
She also left her name on the holy monument, named Hua Qingyao.
Her expression was the same as that of Gisalem, facing the top of the mountain, like a pilgrimage, and she was extremely humble.
Continuing to go up, I met the guardians of the peak of the spirit guide, the early stage of the immortal root, the middle stage of the immortal root, the peak of the immortal root, the early stage of the divine foundation, and the middle stage of the divine foundation, each of which was a figure who shook the ancient and the present, and his name was immortal on the holy tablet and was recorded in the annals of history.
But Feng Feiyun didn't see a trace of sharpness in their bodies, but had a feeling of being tamed as a slave, which made Feng Feiyun feel a little incredible, and also a little afraid and afraid.
No, definitely not, they are all the best people in every realm, arrogant and talented, and it is impossible for anyone to be able to submit them all.
Feng Feiyun felt that he had a delusion.
Continuing to move forward, under a cliff, he met the gatekeeper at the peak of the Shenji, Long Jiangling.
This is the only female emperor since the opening of the Shenjin Dynasty, invincible in an era, in that era, her holy power was suppressed to the knees.
A figure like the empress may not have a second one for thousands of years.
Feng Feiyun saw Long Jiang Ling's phantom, his body was translucent, and he stood at the bottom of the cliff, motionless, without any coercion or imperial energy.
The Eight Dragons also stopped beside the empress, and Princess Luofu stood beside the empress with a dull expression, unable to accept the facts she saw in front of her.
Feng Feiyun couldn't accept it, a generation of empresses, such a shocking figure, even looked at the direction of the top of the mountain reverently, giving people the feeling that she was about to kneel.
It's a feeling of being deceived and unacceptable.
"Haha" Princess Luofu laughed bitterly, "liar, liar" Feng Feiyun stood not far below, and said: "If you want to get the blessing of the Holy Monument's luck, you always have to pay a price, how can there be a pie in the sky out of thin air."
"What do you mean" Princess Luofu had a golden veil on her face, a majestic look in her starry eyes, and a gorgeous golden robe on her body, graceful and luxurious.
Obviously only nineteen years old, but it gives people a kind of honed sophistication.
"If you want to leave a name on the holy monument, you must leave a wisp of your soul."
Feng Feiyun said with a solemn look in his eyes
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