Chapter 778: Hit by Dongfeng in the Knee 41

"Not good!" These people were also very vigilant, but the speed of this big hand was extremely fast, and it caught these people in almost an instant.

In an instant, he was caught to death, turned into a blood mist, and was sucked dry of blood.

Only Wang Changchun flew a little farther and escaped the capture of this blood-colored monster, but the sudden appearance of a big hand almost didn't scare him to death.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing there fixedly below.

But it wasn't who Feng Qingming was that everyone was searching for that day.

He was almost scared out of his wits, and only then did he realize how naive his original thoughts were, thinking that as long as he didn't act, just providing Feng Qingming's whereabouts, there shouldn't be any danger.

He is too confident and his own strength.

He felt that Feng Qingming was nothing more than that, but who knew, now that Feng Qingming made a move, he would realize the gap between himself and the other party.

It is basically the gap between the sky and the earth, they are not on the same level at all.

Feng Qingming just looked at Wang Changchun indifferently, and grabbed him out with another bloody hand, immediately covering the sky, engulfing him like a net, leaving no room for him to run away.

"It's over, my life is over!"

At this time, Wang Changchun finally had such an idea.

He even felt that the space around him was fixed, unable to move at all.

Suddenly, at this moment, a sword qi tore open the void, and in an instant, it swept across the big gasified hand, and chopped off the big gasified hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Wang Changchun kept panting heavily, the feeling of escaping death was really good.

He has never felt such a good thing to be alive for a moment, this is an unprecedented feeling.

He looked intently, but saw that it was a man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face, and a moon-white robe, as if he had come into the world from an exile.

He suddenly remembered, who is this person? Isn't it Lu Xuan, the holy clan who claimed to have directly killed the Blood God Cult main altar?

No wonder he was able to save himself from Feng Qingming.

"I finally found you, Feng Qingming!"

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Feng Qingming below.

Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan above, with a bit of disgust and killing intent in his eyes, such condescending eyes, originally only he could treat others like this.

As the dark god in the world, the supreme existence in the dark, he has always shown that condescending and indifferent look to others.

Now someone actually showed this expression to him!

"Are you that adult saint?" Feng Qingming soared into the air as if buoyant under his feet. "I don't like the look in your eyes, I'll dig him out later!"

"What, are you jealous that I'm more handsome than you? In terms of handsomeness, you are not as handsome as I am, but I can make you look stylish later!" Lu Xuan said with a faint smile.

Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Feng Qingming only felt a pain in his knee, it was a blow from Dongfeng 41.

From the looks of it now, the gap between the two sides is indeed a bit big, because Lu Xuan looks dressed in white like a banished immortal, while he looks a little miserable with ragged clothes.

Obviously, during this period of time, he was hiding from XZ, even if he avoided Hunyuandao's pursuit, he didn't have time to tidy up his appearance. Now that he was caught by Lu Xuan, it was quite a humiliation.

"Sharp teeth!"

Feng Qingming said coldly, but no matter how you look at it, there is a bit of jealousy, why is he so indifferent at the beginning and when he treated everything as an ant?

"Wait a while, when I break your bones and extract your marrow, I don't know if you can still laugh!"

Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan with greedy eyes, obviously treating Lu Xuan as meat on the chopping board.

For an adult saint, if he drained his vitality, it should be enough to prolong his life for many years.

"At that time, you will regret that you did not kneel to a living god!"

Feng Qingming said coldly.

"A living god? It's just a stinky rat in the sewer who hides in the dark and doesn't even dare to show his face!"

Lu Xuan sneered.

At the beginning, Feng Qingming wasn't strong enough. When those generations of saints were in power, Feng Qingming didn't dare to make a move at all. Lu Xuan didn't know if he had made a move secretly, but it must have failed.

"In 10,000 years, even a pig should be able to ascend, but you have only cultivated to the top of the three flowers, and you still have the face to call yourself a living god?" Lu Xuan's face showed a bit of sarcasm.

Feng Qingming's face showed a mixture of shame and anger, which really hit his sore spot, but his way forward was cut off, and he hadn't learned the method of "returning three flowers into one" from the holy ancestor. , has been delayed until now.

"Hahahahaha!"

Feng Qingming suddenly broke out into a burst of laughter, wild and cold, bursting out of his body with a spirit of giving up to me, not taking everything seriously.

After all, he has been secretly spying on the world for tens of thousands of years.

On the top of Feng Qingming's head, three flowers emerged one after another.

The flower of essence, the flower of qi and blood, and the flower of primordial spirit, all three flowers gathered on the top of his head.

This is his No. 7 in all over the world. Even Xuan Yangzi has condensed the flower of Yuanshen, but it is only one flower, but on top of Feng Qingming's head, it is a genuine three flowers gathered on the top.

Lu Xuan squinted his eyes. This was the first time he saw a strong man with three flowers gathered at the top after his rebirth.

I'm afraid this is also the strongest in the entire Shengyang Continent.

The terrifying aura swept wildly like a tornado, and a loud sound burst out.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The loud noises were like thunder on the ground, and they exploded suddenly.

The sky moves with it!

It even stirs up the situation in the world, and you can see that kind of vision in the world even hundreds of miles away.

"what is that?"

Many people looked up and saw the vision of heaven and earth above the sky, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"That's... the gathering of three flowers, it's Feng Qingming!"

At this time, in the distance, Xuan Yangzi suddenly felt the aura of three flowers gathered on top, and this aura also made him feel very familiar, but if it wasn't Feng Qingming, who was it?

Beside him, there was a group of Hunyuan Dao masters, and their faces changed drastically. They felt a violent, uncontrollable terrifying force raging in mid-air.

Is that the true power of three flowers gathering at the top? One person can suppress the power of an era!

If you haven't reached the top of the three flowers, you don't even have the qualifications to fight with the opponent.

And even if the three flowers gather at the top, the gap is too big.

The nightmarish scene where they were repelled by Feng Qingming with his own strength before came to the fore again.