Vol 2 Chapter 566: A world of magic!

The sigh is not much higher.
Peng Sixteen's heart shook suddenly, and the indescribable melancholy suddenly filled his heart, and the tears immediately flowed down, making him almost cry out loud.
At this moment, he felt that the space in the small courtyard seemed to whine, mourn, and couldn't stop shaking.
The old dead tree shook up withered leaves. It seemed that the remaining vitality was aroused at once, and there was a little more green on the trunk.
Can his emotions infect the world? !
Call~
Emotional leakage is only a moment, and An Qisheng self-converges.
His powerful expression is still on top of today's physique, and a stream of emotions can make ordinary people in this small half of the city sad to death.
The law of one world has the advantages of one world.
In terms of physical fitness, human Tao is far from being comparable to the martial arts of Wanyang Realm, but the way of divine expression has come to the forefront of Wanyang Realm.
This is brought about by the surprise of heaven and earth.
There are different rules and regulations in language, atmosphere, diet and daily life between the north and south of a country, not to mention the gap between the two realms.
The law and the Tao in any world are the inquiries of heaven and earth by countless creatures, and the summary of legal principles has its own unique value.
Their laws and ways may lose their effectiveness or become bleak due to changes in the environment of the world, but this does not negate their value.
"Yan, who is Brother Yan?" Peng Sixteen's crying tears flowed and he couldn't stop sobbing.
He was terrified in his heart.
If you feel uncomfortable, let me follow you?
Too domineering...
"He, it should be your ancestor..."
An Qisheng condensed his emotional leakage for a moment, and said lightly.
Since his departure, Jiufujie opened the Tianmen Gate for only three days. Sun En, Yan Fanatic and his stunning younger Li Taibai.
He dreams of many people, but also pays attention to the information about the three people, but finds nothing.
Until I got the "Dapeng King Fist" on Peng 16!
Although this boxing technique has drastically changed, he still perceives the Yan Fanatic, the breath of the master of the long floating world.
The golden-winged Dapeng family once had the supreme, but that supreme was not a Yan fanatic. Therefore, there is not much information about Yan fanatic in Peng Sixteen's memory.
However, since Dapeng King Boxing can be spread to this day, it is still one of the golden wings of the Dapeng family. It can be seen that the achievements of Yan Fans are certainly not low.
Or, the Supreme of the Golden-winged Dapeng family has a very close relationship with Yan Fanatics.
This Peng 16 should be the bloodline of the most heirloom of Yan Fanatic.
Unfortunately, it seems that this branch has declined to a certain extent, otherwise it will not be the only blood lineage lineage in this generation of gold-winged Dapeng tribe.
"Ancestor, ancestor?"
Rao is aware that this Yuanyang Taoist is far stronger than himself, and Peng 16 still has blue muscles on his forehead, and he will almost scold.
It was at the last moment that I remembered the pain of being beaten by a long whip, and then I could not bear it.
But Rao is so, he hated in his heart, and his face was extremely blue.
"Yes......"
An Qisheng squeezed the glass and looked sad: "Without your ancestor, you are dead now."
Whatever happened to the golden-winged Dapeng family at that time was no longer important.
But today, the golden-winged Dapeng family, from the emergence of Peng 16th, will swallow all the creatures within hundreds of miles with their mouths open to see how fierce they are.
Such a big demon, in his usual way of acting, naturally does not stay.
This has nothing to do with the survival of the fittest or natural selection.
The wolf eats the sheep for the fruit belly, and the sheep eats the grass for survival. However, Peng 16 can open his mouth at will, devouring the soul for no reason, but only because of his fierce nature.
And, this is not the first time.
"You, don't you kill me?"
Hearing the words of An Qisheng, Peng Sixteen was not angry and happy, and he could not understand the significance of this act of Yuanyang Taoist.
But it seems this Yuanyang Taoist doesn't want to kill him?
Otherwise, by his means, if you want to kill yourself, you don't need to spend so much time.
"Brother Yan is arrogant, but he doesn't like you like the people who wantonly slaughter. Although you are the only bloodline of Brother Yan, you also..."
An Qisheng squeezed the wine glass in one hand and spilled the wine on the ground.
Like to respect, to inform.
While the voice was floating, his hand was gently raised, and then he fell down with his own weight, and he shot to the shocked Peng Sixteen:
"Damn!"
"Dare you kill me?"
With a palm down, Peng Sixteen felt that his eyes were black, and an indescribable horror burst out of his mind.
He never dreamed that An Qisheng would let himself out, saying weird things in Guri, and putting on the food and drink, he was going to kill himself!
Why is it so expensive?
Not willing!
Not willing!
Under the great terror, Peng Sixteen couldn't help but scream:
"You sealed my cultivation, imprisoned my flesh and blood, and bound my true body of Dapeng, so killing me, I don't agree!!!"
Peng Sixteen only felt that a huge terror gripped his heart like a real palm, his eyes were congested, and the blood of the town was boiling, and he wanted to break away from the imprisonment.
boom!
But in the next moment, that white palm had already smashed what he said in the air, and the five fingers of Ji Zhang clasped on the head of Peng 16:
"Disapproval, it's up to you."
There is no reason to reason with people who are reasonable and people who are not reasonable.
Dapeng swallowed thousands of miles of souls, but where did they ask their opinions?
Click~
The moment the five fingers tapped down, Peng Sixteen's eyes were already dark, and he could no longer see anything.
The endless darkness came faster than the pain, and instantly overwhelmed his unwillingness, anger, rage, and all.
'Do not! ’
At the last moment, Peng Sixteen had only endless unwillingness and regret.
Why should you come to Dongzhou? If you don't come to Dongzhou, even if your situation is difficult, no one dares to kill yourself.......
Hum~
At the next moment, a long beep sounded in the unmanned courtyard.
Slapping down with a palm shattered the spirit of Peng Sixteen, his body trembling madly, wanting to show his original shape.
But he was bound by An Qisheng's palm, and he couldn't shake off without shaking.
嗤~
Then, with a slight sound like a water bag being punctured and a person being cut with a throat, Peng Sixteen's body burst under An Qisheng's palm!
Peng's 160,000 Dharma cultivation practice is that its real body spreads its wings for thousands of miles, without any magical powers, only by showing his real body, he can crush hundreds of thousands of souls in the ninth city of Tianjiao.
Even, if a wave of blood is released, it is enough to drown the city completely!
However, such a huge body, spraying thin blood like the Yangtze River, was bound between the five fingers of An Qisheng.
The subtle places that are invisible to the naked eye, such dramatic and unimaginable changes are happening spontaneously.
He, refining the essence of Napeng's sixteen bloodlines, that is, the blood inheritance of Yan Fanatics.
Buzz~
Between the tremors and vibrations, the violently shaking blood revolved around An Qisheng's five fingers.
And even if An Qisheng has sealed this small courtyard with ‘Dongtian’, this small courtyard is still buzzing and shaking, and it seems that it may be broken and disintegrated with space at any time!
This scene also made the clear Xuanji, Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and other people looking white through Dongtian.
"He, what does he want to do?"
Xuanji's face was pale, and he remembered many legendary supernatural powers that had been hanged by several holy places in the legend.
"Yong..."
An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, shining with a meaningless light.
His seed is based on the biological magnetic field of the human body, combined with body and spirit, soul and soul, imprinting his own self-glorious light.
In a sense, it is already a ‘weave of law and law’ instead of a pure magnetic field.
Seed cultivation is the way he cultivated.
Even if he came to this realm and wanted to cultivate martial arts in this realm to condense his body and flowers, his fundamental path did not deviate at all.
Therefore, his method possesses the qualities of Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, Human Dao, Wanyang Realm, but has unique things in it.
In the human world, he was able to strengthen the body, regenerate the broken limbs, regenerate the blood, interfere with the changes of the sky, and penetrate the essence of the object.
Going a step further, you can master the reorganization and decomposition of materials to a certain extent.
The composition of the flesh and blood, the relationship between the spirit and the spirit, and even the subtle to extreme cell operation are very clear.
According to Xuanji and others, it seems that An Qisheng is drawing the blood of the golden-winged Dapeng to practice ‘magic skills’.
In fact, he did much more than they saw.
Wow~
In the cave, the blood moved by An Qisheng rolled down like the Tianhe River, staining the mountains and rivers, the Lingquan River, and the Red Mountain, and even thousands of miles of Lingtian under it.
The blood volume of a ten thousand dharma-level gold-winged Dapeng is abundant, which makes Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others have a slight color change, and the blood volume is the manifestation of body volume.
This golden-winged Dapeng is afraid of being stronger than they thought.
But now, no matter how strong it is, it's such a golden winged Dapeng that has been killed so tragically.
How can we not let them be in the same situation?
"He, really dare to kill us."
Some people tremble.
Golden-winged Dapeng is one of the two royal families of the demon clan, and its power is more terrifying than that of the three holy sites in Dongzhou. He even dares to kill this golden-winged Dapeng, but I am afraid to kill them!
Suddenly, everyone understood why that person would let himself and others see this scene.
Kill the chickens and monkeys!
The most inferior means, but they have to admit that it is too effective...
"No, no!"
At this moment, Feng Changming's body suddenly shocked: "He, he is not practicing magic skills, he is, he is..."
Not only Feng Changming, but many captives including Xuan Ji, at this time, their faces all changed, and their hearts were suddenly filled with incredible.
Through Dongtian, they can see that under the palm of An Qisheng, the mass of blood continuously rotates at a high speed, and what is stripped out moves into the Dongtian to nourish the Dongtian.
With the passage of time, the blood flowing between his five fingers has brought the light gold color, and the vast and domineering air that can be felt even across the sky is coming!
"That blood is the king's blood of the golden-winged Dapeng family?!"
Xuanji and others were all shocked. They looked at each other and saw the shock in their eyes.
Regardless of the size of the sect, whether it is casual cultivation, or whether it is true demons, people, demon, and all practitioners, they will set foot to polish the bloodline.
The road to metamorphosis.
But the path of the metaphysical body is quite different from the natural body.
If a natural body cultivates its ancestors' skills and condenses the body again, its advantages are nothing to mention, and its combat power is stronger than that of the same rank!
"He drew out the blood of the king-winged Dapeng family? How is this possible! How can there be such evil work?"
Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others were all disturbed and almost suffocated by this shock.
Throughout the ages, other states have not said that the land of Dongzhou has of course the magic skills that devour the blood of others' souls, and the number is still very large.
But they have never heard of anyone who can extract the blood of God!
How can this kind of exercise not make them feel hairy and shocked?
"Mo Gong! Shige Mo Gong!"
Xuanji didn't know what he had thought of, but his heart was full of unprecedented fear.
There is such a method to capture the blood of others, even if this person is a mortal body, I am afraid that they can become the strongest body from ancient times to the present!
If this kind of exercise is spread, all gods are afraid to become prey!
Hum~
Almost at the same time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sanxin Lan Lingtong cut off Dongtian's perception of the outside world.
It also naturally saw what was happening outside. It was also a little surprised by the methods used by An Qisheng. The bloodline was not just blood.
There are too many things in it, not just life, but also some more complicated things, such as time!
Russell couldn't do it like this!
Call~
In the courtyard, An Qisheng's five fingers turned up, and the drop of pale golden blood that crystallized like an artwork fell on his palm.
Thousands of miles of wings of gold-winged Dapeng blood, the last thing left is just such a drop of pale golden blood.
"Brother Yan, do you still lose to Pang Wanyang..."
Feeling the breath in that drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Peng Sixteen is already the last pure bloodline of Yan Fanatics, and there is only such a drop of blood.
In contrast, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stands in Yuntian, Zhongzhou.
The gap between the two seems to be getting bigger with the'flying ascension'...
Kaka Kaka~
Under the gaze of An Qisheng, the palm-like pale golden blood changed again.
Wisps of pale golden air slowly came and lingered between its five fingers. After a while, the air disappeared, and the drop of blood turned into a pale golden egg!
However, this egg is not as large as the legendary golden-winged Dapeng family, its size is about equal to quail eggs, and even eggs are not comparable.
After the light gradually dimmed, there was really nothing strange, like a dead egg.
Looking at this pale golden egg, An Qisheng said to himself:
"Brother Yan, are you really dead..."