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Chapter 1479 During the Qingming Festival, stepping through Cangwu

The light of heaven and earth involves the law of time and the law of space.

To engulf light, one must either rely on extreme Yin Qi, or rely on the laws of time and space.

What Long Fei moved in front of him was exactly the black hole where time and space were entangled.

Even the power of light will be swallowed in this black hole and disappear without a trace.

The law of time and the law of space swept and swallowed everything.

The huge devouring power made Zhong Zhengyang's mind tremble, and then the Taihua Eight Diagrams Mirror in his hand was blown away.

This is the magic weapon of the immortal, and it is the top-level thing in this world.

When Zhong Zhengyang was also young, he happened to discover this thing when he was training in the Nanling Mountains.

It was the first time he was beaten by someone with a magic weapon, and his face was full of anger and anger.

Just as he was about to take this object back, he saw the black hole in Long Fei's hand pull, swallowing the Taihua Eight Diagrams Mirror directly.

As soon as the Xuanhuang Pagoda came out, it caught the magic weapon.

Zhong Zhengyang wanted to take it back again, but his mental power was already out of control.

The old man's beard trembled in anger, the Taihua Excalibur in his hand shone brightly, and he let out a long shout, "You're looking for death, dare you take my magic weapon!"

He was afraid that Long Fei would escape with the magic weapon, so he slashed through with his sword, and a fiery light rolled up, sweeping towards Long Fei.

Long Fei raised his hand, and the suet jade handprint floated in the air, and he opened his hand to stop him.

"open!"

Zhong Zhengyang slashed down with his sword, trying to break the handprint.

There was a rumble in the night sky, and the force of backlash overflowed in all directions, causing huge waves more than ten meters high to roll over the surface of the lake.

The five gods and beasts above Long Fei's head all floated up, and his body overflowed with energy, urging the mutton fat jade handprint with all his strength.

He still can't easily crush the masters of the Abyss Realm.

When the old man was entangled with the mutton fat jade handprint, the Zhang Liu figure above his head raised his hand to sacrifice a copper pot.

From the spout of the copper pot, flames spewed out and turned into firebirds chirping, rolling wildly towards Zhong Zhengyang's body.

The flames were so hot that the temperature in a radius of more than ten miles suddenly increased.

Zhong Zhengyang's pupils dilated, and he screamed, "This is the Fire Crow Pot of Fellow Daoist Sima? How could it be in your hands?"

With a faint smile on Long Fei's face, with the phantom image of Zhang Liu's mental power, he activated the Fire Crow Pot to continuously emit raging flames, and surrounded Zhong Zhengyang.

Zhong Zhengyang wanted to leave, but the long sword was trapped by fingerprints.

He slashed wildly in the handprint, and the night sky was rumbled, but he couldn't get out for a while.

Thousands of fire crows came with raging fire, and instantly involved him.

Zhong Zhengyang let out a howl of joy, and the skin of his body tightened, and billowing blue smoke suddenly rose out.

The Fire Crow Pot is filled with fire from the center of the earth collected by Long Fei.

This kind of flame is spit out by the red flame gourd, and now the red flame gourd belongs to Lin Shanshan.

Long Fei cleaned it all at once, and he had to find all kinds of strange fires to replenish in the future.

Even though it was Zhong Zhengyang's cultivation base in the Out-of-Aperture Realm, under the scorching of this kind of flame, the flesh and blood essence all over his body was still rolling away.

In the blink of an eye, the fleshy body outside turned into a cool black charcoal shape.

If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid it would have been wiped out.

But the masters of the Out-of-Aperture Realm are inside, but they can still hold on for a while.

Zhong Zhengyang's mental power and physical energy quickly passed away, and Jian Guang naturally became weaker by three points.

Long Fei sighed softly, "You are a hero, but you have practiced this way of killing. Keeping you is a greater disaster than the demons."

The five sacred beasts above his head roared, and five surges of divine blood energy burst out from his body and spread to his right hand.

The mutton fat jade handprint suddenly became radiant, as powerful as Mount Tai.

Zhong Zhengyang's body was cracked and cracked, deformed like a balloon, hissed and screamed, "Are you that Long Fei?"

He heard the headmaster talk about Sima Qingcang, and now that he saw Sima Qingcang's Fire Crow Pot here, he understood everything in his heart.

Long Fei's handprints blocked all directions, and his voice could not be transmitted.

Zhong Zhengyang originally wanted to remind his disciples, but no matter how much he shouted, the disciples outside did not respond.

Long Fei snorted, "This is your disciple, cold as copper and iron, without emotions, what's the use of cultivating Taoism?"

The Zhang Liu Faxiang above his head raised his hand to hold a black iron pestle, and knocked it down on the top of Zhong Zhengyang's head in the air.

All the spiritual power of Zhong Zhengyang's Shenhai radiated out, and the power of Taihua gathered ten feet around his head to block it.

The iron pestle was not restricted by the mana barrier, as if piercing through space, it flashed across the barrier, and suddenly hit Zhong Zhengyang on the head.

With a bang, Zhong Zhengyang's physical body could no longer hold on.

The weakest waist of his body was the first to explode in the handprint, and the blood mist sprayed, and then swept all over the body, with a bang, and finally even the body was blown to pieces, leaving only a Nascent Soul flying out.

"Want to escape?"

Long Fei's six-foot-high dharma figure had been prepared for a long time, and raised his hand to stir up the quagmire of the law of space, trapping the Nascent Soul in it.

The Xuanhuang Pagoda was sacrificed, a ray of light flashed, and suddenly put the Nascent Soul inside.

The Taihua sword buzzed, the spiritual imprint on it was still there, trying to break free from the mutton fat jade handprint.

As soon as Zhang Liufa raised his hand, he hooked the Xuanhuang Pagoda and put the immortal sword in it as well.

The black iron pestle fell into Long Fei's hands, and the Xuanhuang Pagoda returned to the ring.

The light on the field suddenly dimmed, and the tumbling lake below immediately returned to calm with a puff.

There was silence in all directions.

After a long time, the disciples of the Cangwu Sect fled back to Cangwu Mountain in a hurry.

The elders died tragically, they did not take revenge, but fled in a hurry.

In this kind of sect that only cares about merit and doesn't care about human feelings, whoever is strong will respect whoever is respected, and whoever is weak will immediately step on the head.

Zhong Zhengyang was defeated, how could they fight Long Fei again.

After seeing them fleeing, the crowd screamed out, "Zhong Zhengyang is dead?"

"Oh my god, he actually killed Zhong Zhengyang!"

"This young man is going against the sky!"

"What happened, why is this handprint so powerful?"

"Elder Zhong's cultivation is at the Aperture Realm!"

"..."

With his hands behind his back, Long Fei stood on the lake, looked around the crowd, and shouted softly, "It's Qingming time, break Cangwu!"

The voice was firm and shook the whole city.

For one night, the people and monks in Zhucheng did not recover from the shock.

The words are still echoing in everyone's ears, "During the Ching Ming Festival, step through Cangwu."

The anger, which was quite lively at first, became a lot more depressed for a while.

Zhucheng was quieter than usual, and the traffic on the streets was much less, just like the situation before the storm.

Long Fei and his party were sitting in the mansion of the city lord Ma Buwei at this time.

Ma served Long Fei tea unceremoniously, not because he was afraid of Long Fei, but because his son committed a crime.

Seeing Zhong Zhengyang's defeat last night, Ma Tengfei was so frightened that he was about to slip away, but was caught by Chu Feng.

In desperation, he could only use an excuse to raise funds for Chu Feng, and invited him, Long Fei and his party to temporarily stay in the City Lord's Mansion.

After Ma Buwei found out, he almost beat the son to death.

As an official of the imperial court, with the backing of the imperial court, he is not afraid of the monks in the rivers and lakes, but he cannot withstand this son's troubles.

Now there is a handle in his hands, and if he wants to use this to make a fuss, he has no choice but to appeal to the court.

"Everything in the world cannot escape the word "reason."

Chu Feng crossed Erlang's legs, reached out and knocked on the betting agreement on the table, and said, "My lord, the son's debt should be paid by the father. In black and white, your son owes me a total of 1000 million spirit stones. Do you accept this debt?"

　Good morning, Chapter 1.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)