Fengyunlu

Feng Wanlin, who was famous for his spear skills, was blocked by the opponent's attack. He quickly retracted the spear, and then his eyes moved slightly, glancing at the Feng family's fragments in Jiuyou's hand, which had been restored to the state of Tongtian Talisman. He said lightly: "Jiuyou, this treasure belongs to our Feng family. If you want to take it back, come and take it yourself."

Jiuyou heard this, but he was dismissive: "Young man, if you want to get this treasure back, you have to rely on your own strength. However, this Divine Pot Chapter was originally mine, but later I was trapped and it fell into your hands. Now, I want to see if you have the ability to take it back."

Feng Wanlin did not argue with him. He knew that this treasure was very important to him. It was related to his beloved son's cultivation and his future Xuan cultivation plan. Even if what Jiuyou said was true, he would take the risk to take back the treasure. So he said in a deep voice: "Jiuyou, be careful."

Feng Wanlin no longer hesitated, and the cold spear in his hand immediately launched an attack. The spear body made a sound like the golden wind, and the white robe fluttered with the movement. Feng Wanlin raised the spear in his hand, and the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear immediately emitted a strong cold light. The cold light on the spear tip flickered, like hungry fangs, a ferocious wolf pack, biting towards Jiuyou fiercely.

Jiuyou only glanced at it calmly and sighed inwardly. Although this shot did not have a gorgeous momentum, it concealed a huge murderous intent. It seemed ordinary, but once you were hit, you could deeply feel its power. The powerful murderous intent penetrated the mind and could even shatter the soul. Even the barrier formed by the Divine Pot could not resist it.

Jiuyou exclaimed, "Good spear." Then he also began to resist. He waved his hand, and immediately a flaming magic mist emerged from the surroundings, condensing on the Divine Pot in his hand. As the light on the Divine Pot lit up, the two merged with each other, and a spear formed by magic flames appeared in his hand.

Jiuyou also wielded his spear like Feng Wanlin, swiftly stabbing at the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear. The two spears collided, instantly making a loud noise. Feng Wanlin's Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear was indeed an ancient divine weapon. Even the Demon Flame Spear that Jiuyou hastily condensed could not resist it and shattered in an instant. But Jiuyou's attack did not stop. He continued to rush forward, and even Feng Wanlin's attacks on him could not stop him from moving forward.

Feng Wanlin's attack finally pierced through the protective barrier that Jiuyou had set up with the Divine Pot, but his attack did not stop. He continued to rush forward, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not go any further.

Jiuyou sneered: "Young man, it seems that you can't get the Divine Pot Chapter back." Then he hung the Divine Pot Chapter above his head and looked at Feng Wanlin with cold eyes, as if he had given up resistance.

Feng Wanlin watched Jiuyou's movements and understood that the defense of the Divine Pot Chapter was extremely strong and his own divine weapon could not break it. So he decided to retreat temporarily. He put away his cold spear and rushed into the sky like an arrow.

Feng Wanlin's voice sounded behind him: "It's too early to say whether you can get the Divine Pot Chapter back." His figure had disappeared in the air, carrying the bright moon on his back and stepping on the hazy sky. His eyes were firm, staring at Jiuyou, and the spear in his hand began to change.

His attack was launched instantly, and a bright moon appeared in the sky. In front of the moon, there was a man standing alone. His figure was proud, as if he could bear the weight of the sky.

Mysterious Heavenly Dharma Image! Feng Wanlin held his hand in front of his chest, his cold spear across his body. As his whole body swelled, the inner world of the True Yang Diagram seemed to be torn apart, unable to withstand his aura of wanting to release the Mysterious Heavenly Dharma Image. Not only that, the bright moon hanging high behind him also seemed to be swayed slightly by his surging aura, and there were even some tiny, unnoticeable cracking sounds coming from inside.

"No, now I am in the form of a spirit weapon, and my original body is a divine weapon. If I move again, the bright moon will probably shatter. If something unexpected happens, it will be bad for Chen'er." Feeling that the bright moon had changed, Feng Wanlin couldn't help but say this in his heart. His body size and momentum had suddenly increased, but they all stopped at the moment. The Xuantian Dharma Image was unable to display its full power, and it was probably only about 90% of its peak power.

However, although this 90% is not complete, from Feng Wanlin's point of view, it should be enough to deal with Jiuyou at the moment. Even though he has the Tongtian Talisman in his hand, it only has remnants of essence, and the Divine Pot Chapter has only been hastily refined and cannot be used at full strength. With this back and forth, it may not be impossible to break it in one fell swoop.

Having made up his mind, Feng Wanlin moved directly. Just like when Jiuyou used his life left in the fragment to strike, at this moment, the inside of the True Yang Diagram seemed to be covered by a sky, more like a covering. He snatched it away from the immortal, and there was also a towering cold spear swinging in his hand, its sharp point pointed directly under the moon.

"Boy, you may not be able to defeat it even if you try your best. If it's about 90%, I'm afraid you'll have to laugh at me again." Jiuyou glanced at him. Seeing Feng Wanlin acting like this, he understood that he had scruples and didn't dare to let go. Shi Wei thought that the more scruples he had, the more beneficial it would be to him, and he couldn't help but rejoice in the misfortune.

Feng Wanlin didn't argue with him, he just used the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear in his hand, which was still as heavy as a thousand feet, to wield it from the moon hanging high in the sky, and then flew out of his hand, striking at Jiuyou. At the same time, he was also afraid that the two of them would fight, but if there was any residual power, it might affect the present. If the True Yang Diagram was revealed and Fengchen was injured again, it would be a loss.

So his mind also left, and with the advantage of the weapon spirit being able to communicate with the body, he instantly released half of the original power from the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear, transforming it into a protective energy that wrapped around Fengchen's sea of ​​consciousness like a stream of water, and outside the true yang, to protect him from being burdened. In addition, he was afraid that the bright moon behind him would change, so he also separated a trace of protection to protect the bright moon in the sky at the moment.

After doing this, the towering mountain-like flying eagle gun on the snowy night has also pressed down on Jiuyou's head. Its majestic light caused all the surroundings of Jiuyou to be frozen, and the stagnant period left him empty of the Heaven-Bearing Barrier. My hands were powerless to move.

Uh~ "I can't believe... that the weapon made by the true spirit can make this cold spear faintly... surpass the ancient ones..." Jiuyou spoke with difficulty, and his whole body was not functioning well. Although his remaining energy was protected by the Divine Pot Chapter, Feng Wanlin's spear was too powerful. The power of the Great Dao derived from the clear light, even if it was invulnerable to all kinds of attacks and indestructible, still needed corresponding force to support it.

If Jiuyou was completely victorious, Feng Wanlin would not be able to pose a threat to him even without the Heavenly Barrier. But now there is only a wisp of residual energy left, and his majestic ancient demon clan, Jiuyou Underworld Emperor, is also powerless.

Although Gufeng Wanlin is only a weapon spirit, and Xuantian's Dharma Image is only 90%, a shot fired from the sky can still pass through the clear light protected by the Divine Pot Chapter, and pass down the sharp edges of the weapons. Kill Jiuyou.

Swish~Swish~Swish~Three spear beams passed through the clear light one after another, piercing through Jiuyou's body, twisting his body made of residual essence. The power it used twisted Jiuyou's residual essence and made his magic flame tremble. His aura became disordered and began to weaken gradually.

However, although Jiuyou was at a disadvantage, his eyes seemed unhurried, and there was a faint hint of excitement: "Boy, I want your... natal magic weapon more and more. .”

With a crisp sound, as if Jiuyou's voice had just fallen, Feng Wanlin's huge image that covered the sky disappeared into the hazy sky. Then, his figure appeared above Jiuyou's head. He stretched out his hand, gently touched it, and grasped the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear that seemed to be pressing down.

"If the emperor wants it, take it." His voice sounded like a golden lightning that cut through the sky. Feng Wanlin held the gun, his eyes moved with his mind, and his huge figure followed suit. He proudly waved his robe, and the cold gun in his hand was like a towering mountain, shining under the moonlight, and suddenly attacked Jiuyou.

"Kill!" The moonlight filled the space, and the cold light led the way. Feng Wanlin stabbed the sky with a spear, with the determination to move forward bravely and the will to be fearless, and confronted the Nine Nether Emperor who seemed to be trapped in the jar.

Jiuyou was not to be outdone. Seeing Feng Wanlin's might, he also mobilized his own abilities to fight against him. The two's powers collided with each other, making a huge crash, as if a thunderclap had been triggered in the True Yang Diagram. The aftermath of the collision cleared the surrounding chaos, and the hazy atmosphere was also purified completely.

It was as if an area of ​​dozens of miles had been completely emptied, leaving only the white robe and the black spear in his hand, crushing through the swirling mist. However, when the aftermath dissipated, a closer look revealed that Feng Wanlin's Xuantian Youlu, although powerful and powerful, did not seem to be as effective as the previous cold light attack.

Jiuyou actually used a mysterious method, just by gently raising his hand, he blocked Feng Wanlin's fatal shot with the slight light of the paint. What was even more surprising was that when Jiuyou raised his palm, he did not use the power of the Great Dao of the Divine Pot Chapter, but only used a trace of the netherworld meaning brought by his remaining Yuanli.

"Boy, you forced me to use this kind of power. It's really worthy of my high opinion of you." Jiuyou said, his palm remained stable, but the other hand began to run the power. As he moved, the clear light hanging upside down on his body was actually restrained by him, and even the Divine Pot Chapter on his head was taken back.

Although this action was a bit confusing, judging from the look in his eyes, he seemed calm but confident of winning. He must have other powerful means, which were definitely better than the Tongtian Divine Pot that he could not use at full power at the moment.

"Haha, the Emperor is not bad either. He can actually refine the great divine weapon into his life force. It is really unheard of and makes people admire him." Feng Wanlin said, retracted his strength, and took back the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear to his side. Seeing him like this, Jiuyou slowly lowered his raised palm, and the lacquer light in his palm gradually converged. In this way, the duel between the two came to an end temporarily.

"Hmph! You kid are living in the last days of the law, and you don't know a lot. If you follow me in the conquest, in the future..." Jiuyou stopped talking suddenly in the middle of his words. Although no one knew what he wanted to say next, it must be some secret that cannot be told to outsiders.

However, Feng Wanlin seemed to have guessed something, but he did not say it directly: "Oh, what the emperor is planning has nothing to do with me, Feng. I should return the Divine Pot Chapter and let this little kid peek into Cang Xuan. In this way, we can make a break."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already taken back the Xuantian Dharma Image, and his figure floated back to Jiuyou again. Jiuyou saw him coming back, and seemed to want to win him over again, so he spoke again: "Boy, I really love talents, and it's a pity to lose someone like you. To be honest, your family and I have no grudges. Three years ago, we just fought each other, and in the end, we exchanged our lives, so we were even. Now I ask you again, I promise you a future without redemption, and I also promise this little kid to peek into Cangxuan, so, are you willing to follow me?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Wanlin immediately showed a contemptuous attitude: "Your Majesty, there is no need to say more, and there is no need to bother anymore, because in my opinion, you will not be able to escape today." After saying that, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky again, and looked around. He and Jiuyou had already cleared the area, and then a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

I don't know where this Jiuyou came from, but he was able to refine the Taoist magic weapon that protects the human race into his own life-saving magic weapon. If he was just an ancient demon, who would believe it? But three years ago, I broke his true body, but I didn't find any connection between him and our human race. His original power of the netherworld ghost demon is definitely not something that our human race can possess.

If he is not, how can he... Alas! Maybe I, Feng Wanlin, am ignorant. In this world, what can be absolute? However, this is also good. Jiuyou can refine the Ghost Demon Chapter into a life-long divine weapon, so his soul can also be compatible with our human race.

In this way, his remaining energy can pave the way for my son Feng Chen'er. Having made a decision in his heart, he no longer hesitated. Feng Wanlin was not a person who procrastinated. Once he had an idea, he would act immediately.

His eyes changed, as if he was appreciating a fine work of art. He looked at Jiuyou from head to toe. Finally, his gaze became cold and fell on Jiuyou's somewhat angry face.

When Jiuyou heard these words and saw his eyes, the anger in his heart was completely ignited: "You little brat, you are so arrogant again and again, do you really think I can't bear to take action?"

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter. I have delayed long enough now. I can't let Xiao Meng wait too impatiently." Feng Wanlin said, revealing a calmness as if he was ready to give it a try.

After hearing this, Jiuyou was both angry and confused: "What do you mean by this?"

"What I mean is, it's time to send you on your way." As soon as Feng Wanlin finished speaking, his magic weapon had already left his body.

Feng Wanlin's words were ruthless and his eyes were full of frost. The Blood Night Flying Eagle Spear in his hand also emitted a biting cold light. With a flick of the spear tip, two sword energies shot out, one pair of Jiuyou and two of Benyuechang.