The sharpness of the "Heavenly Marrow Soldiers" is unstoppable.
Even the way of a real person is pierced, and if it is pierced in a person's body, it will stab the shin and flesh into pieces and turn them into blood particles.
"Is Feng Feiyun really injured?"
Ling Donglai's heart was a little chilly, and he was suspicious, Feng Feiyun's battle might was really terrifying, and the "Heavenly Marrow Soldier Courage" in his hand carried a terrifying divine might.
"Fahong robe."
Ling Donglai's skin revealed a golden brilliance, and a big red robe was split on his body, with a trace of gold thread intertwined, bursting out with dazzling brilliance.
"Buzz" As soon as the robe came out, the sound of the Buddha sounded, shaking people's hearts.
Three thousand Buddha shadows rushed out from the robe, sitting around Ling Donglai's body, each in a posture, with a subtle appearance, reciting the sound of the Buddha in Sumeru, constantly weakening the power of the "Heavenly Marrow Soldier Courage".
The battle intent on Feng Feiyun's body was reduced, and the soul of the soldiers above the Heavenly Marrow Soldier was suppressed.
"It's the Fahong robe, oh my God" "The clothes of the predecessors of the Buddha silkworm were actually given the Tao by Ling Donglai."
"This is definitely a treasure comparable to the killing of the world."
Even the older generation of monks in the depths of the silver hook valve shook one after another, and when they saw the robe that Ling Donglai was wearing on his body, more than a dozen elder giants suddenly stood up, and the light and dark changes in their eyes, The killing soldiers of the Zhenshi are enough to support a super gate valve, an ancient immortal sect.
The four major gates are all supported by the killing soldiers of the town, so they are the dominant ones in the world, and the ten thousand families surrender.
But Ling Donglai, a junior, got a treasure comparable to the level of a Zhenshi killer, and this luck is too powerful.
The robe on Ling Donglai's body was full of strong Buddha mang, turning into a golden silk cocoon, intertwined around his body.
This is not just as simple as killing the world, there is also a trace of the breath of the world's powerhouse on it.
Fahong robe is the treasure of the Buddha's silkworm Buddha silkworm is one of the most powerful monks recorded in the ancient books of this region, a mythical figure, existed 30,000 years ago, when the Shenjin Dynasty had not yet been established, on this piece of land, the fairy gate is numerous, and the Taoist Buddha is prosperous.
The Buddha silkworm was the most powerful person in Buddhism at that time, and he was the soul of Buddhism at that time.
In the area of the Shenjin Dynasty, only the first generation of the Jin Emperor, the rumored founder of the Vientiane Pagoda "Ziwu", and a limited number of people, can be compared with the Buddha silkworm.
That is the real mythical figure, in the thousands of years of the existence of the Buddha silkworm, this land of Buddhism flourished, Buddhism was numerous, the Buddhist monks were born frequently, and even many cultivators of the family of the pride of the sky took the initiative to worship the Buddha and bid for the degree.
It was an era of Buddhist practice.
It's a pity that after the disappearance of the Buddha silkworm, the Buddhism door quickly declined, and suffered a catastrophe of the Buddhist gate, and the temples, ancient temples, dining halls, and nunnery collapsed one after another, and were quickly replaced by the new generation of monks, turning into the dust of history, and the era of Buddhist cultivation passed.
The holy land of Buddhism that can be preserved from that era to this day is only the "Beast Zhai", which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and there are tens of millions of ancient classics in it, which are older than the four major gates.
Most of the Bibles of Buddhism are handed down from the Beast Zhai, which is the last Pure Land of Buddhism.
More than 6,000 years ago, the establishment of the Shenjin Dynasty, the unification of the world, the great sages of Buddhism who control the beast Zhai are rarely born, full of mystery, only a very small number of Buddhist women Tianjiao, enter the world to practice, on behalf of the beast Zhai, walk the world.
Ling Donglai was dressed in a Fahong robe, and his whole body was full of Buddha's light, and that holy power shocked people's hearts.
On Fa Hong's robe, there are still some breaths of the Buddha silkworms, and with these breaths, they can block the heavenly marrow sword gall.
"It is worthy of the two most outstanding Tianjiao of the new generation, both of them have the talent to break through real people in the future, if they can get one of them, in a hundred years, they will get a real person to guard the gate valve."
One of the Supreme Elders of the Silver Hook Valve said so, obviously intending to remind the valve owner to choose a son-in-law among Feng Feiyun and Ling Donglai and pull in the Silver Hook Valve.
Feng Feiyun is already engaged to Princess Yue, so Ling Donglai is the best candidate.
If Dongfang Jingyue can marry Ling Donglai, then the future of the silver hook valve will be beneficial and harmless.
The Silver Hook Valve Master nodded slightly, his eyes darkened, as if he was contemplating.
The young Tianjiao and the peerless female monks in the Guiyuan Garden all looked shocked, and they looked sideways again and again, Feng Feiyun and Ling Donglai already had the strength to compete with the heroes on the epic genius list.
Most of those heroes on the epic genius list are half a generation higher than them, and they have been cultivating for twenty to thirty years more, but now they have caught up with them.
Feng Feiyun's "Heavenly Marrow Soldier Courage" and Ling Donglai's "Fahong Robe" are all supreme spiritual treasures, and even giant-level monks are greedy for them.
However, Feng Feiyun has the support of the Feng family and the royal family behind him, and behind Ling Donglai is the Exploding Tianhou Mansion and the Beiming Valve, and no one dares to attack them in the Shendu.
"Fahong robe, the big day is coming" Ling Donglai knotted the Buddha seal with both hands, and the big red robe on his body flew up, bursting with endless Buddha light, and slammed towards the wind and clouds.
Feng Feiyun's heart was cold, and he did not fight with it head-on, stepping on the reincarnation, his body speed increased sharply, like a breeze passing by, and the next moment, he appeared on the Dragon Lake, stepping on the surface of the waves.
"Ling Donglai's luck is too strong, not only got the three mantras of the Taoist holy law and Taoist ancestors, but also got the strongest robe and treasure of Buddhism, I don't know how many hole cards he still hasn't used" "If you don't cut off his luck, you can't defeat him at all."
Feng Feiyun's mind was like electricity, and in an instant, more than a dozen thoughts flashed in his mind.
"Luck" Thinking of luck, Feng Feiyun immediately thought of the "Feather Terrace", which is what everyone calls the "Holy Monument".
"If you get the luck of the Holy Monument, you can become the strongest person of your time."
This is a sentence that has been passed down in ancient times in this area of the Shenjin Dynasty, so countless people have left their names on the holy monument.
Buddhist sages, Buddha silkworms.
Vientiane Tower, meridian.
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Empress, Long Jiangling.
The first generation of Nalan valve, Nalan Hongtao.
These names that shook the past and the present were all inscribed on the holy monument, becoming the strongest person of the era.
Ling Donglai's luck is strong, can it be compared to the luck of the holy monument "If you can use the luck of the Feather Terrace to suppress Ling Donglai's luck, you may be able to defeat him."
The Feather Terrace has been refined into a natal spirit weapon by the Feng Feiyun Sacrifice, suspended in the Purple Mansion Middle Palace, and mobilized by the Feng Feiyun Divine Sense, the Feather Terrace made a "buzzing" sound, and the black light burst out, and eighteen figures emerged from above.
These are the eighteen heroes who have left their names on the Holy Monument Feathering Platform, and they have dedicated a wisp of their soul to the Holy Monument Feathering Platform.
One of these figures is Princess Luofu.
When the figure of the heavenly and national color emerged from the feather platform, Princess Luofu in the Guiyuan Garden was obviously sensitive, her soul seemed to be out of her body, her body was temporarily out of her control, and her snow-white and delicate face became pale without a trace of blood.
At that moment, she felt that she was someone else's slave, and everything had to be driven by someone to lie down, and she couldn't stand; If you want her to give birth, she will give birth; If she dies, she will die.
It was a feeling of slave and master, and even if she was to strip naked, to let go of all dignity and nobility, to scratch her head like a prostitute, to do it like to be lewd.
The soul no longer belongs to oneself.
For a proud royal celestial daughter like Princess Luofu, who is ambitious and wants to become the empress, this feeling is simply terrifying, making fine beads of sweat instantly appear on her forehead, and her heart is cold.
Wherever the crisis comes from, it must be cut off in advance, otherwise something terrible may happen in the future.
Princess Luofu sat elegantly behind the jade table, and a beautiful palace maid stood behind her, with a pair of beautiful eyes as high as an emperor patrolling the four directions, trying to find out the crisis and stifle it in advance.
"The Feather Terrace is related to the Ancient Formation of the Earth Pole and the Feather Tomb Plain in Nantaifu, and it can't be easily revealed, but how can we stimulate the power of luck inside?"
Feng Feiyun pondered for a moment, and then spread his hands, and a purple brilliance erupted from the position of the dantian, and tens of thousands of purple mansion spiritual qi rushed out, wrapping the feather platform, and directly suppressed it towards the top of Ling Donglai's head.
The aura of the Purple Mansion, like a purple spirit snake shuttling, completely envelops the feather platform.
"Feng Feiyun, do you think that if you sacrifice your natal spirit weapon, you will be able to compete with me" Ling Donglai was wearing a robe, his hands were folded, and three thousand Buddha statues wrapped his body, forming a huge golden cocoon.
Feng Feiyun carried the Heavenly Marrow Soldier and said with a smile: "You think that if you wear a robe, you are a true Buddha and invincible."
"I'm undefeated."
Ling Donglai has never been defeated, he has strong confidence in his heart, his luck is strong, and no one can defeat him.
"I specialize in fighting the undefeated."
Feng Feiyun condensed into a white Fangtian painting halberd with the courage of the heavenly marrow, and a cold light rushed out from the painting halberd, and the sharp energy overflowed, cutting deep holes on the ground.
There was a young king who threw out a quasi-spiritual weapon-level battle sword, wanting to see how sharp the Heavenly Marrow Soldier's courage was Just a burst of energy that escaped from the Heavenly Marrow Soldier's gall directly cut that sword in two, turned it into scrap iron, and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, all the geniuses and heroes retreated one after another, for fear of being touched by the strength of the Heavenly Marrow Soldiers, and with their protective aura, they couldn't stop the sharp energy at all.
"The soldiers in Feng Feiyun's hands are sharp enough to threaten a half-step giant."
Dongfang Jingshui asserted like this, feeling a pressure, Feng Feiyun has progressed too fast, five years ago, he was just a nameless boy, and five years later, he has already chased him.
"If he can't break Ling Donglai's luck, it will be impossible to defeat Ling Donglai."
Dongfang Jingyue's beautiful eyes were smoking, and he was contemplating in his heart, in five years, he had grown up and caught up with the top group of people of the younger generation
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