Chapter 1117

Poof!

Luo Feng's words just fell, the iron pot ancestor endured the pain of the whole body, once again ejected a blood arrow.

What a bully!

Arrogant!

The iron pot ancestor's eyes showed despair and endless resentment. He roared wildly and hissed at the bottom of his voice, "Luofeng, you are the devil, you can't die well."

Luo Feng's eyes coldly stare at the iron pot ancestor, "aren't you good at divination? Why not today? "

"You wait to die!" The ancestor of the iron pot, with his blood red eyes wide open, roared wildly, "if you don't respect the order of the God of Luo, you are disrespectful to the temple of God Luo. If you are against the temple of God Luo, you will die."

Luo Feng steps a stop, eyebrows frown, "Luo God hall?"

He had the purple God order in his hand, but he had never heard of the order of the God of Luo, the hall of the God of Luo.

As for Mo Yuanwu, he once told him about the four king level forces in the heaven prison, namely, the eastern purple god palace, the Western evil tomb sect, the southern Danzhen hall and the northern Xueling mountain. Among them, there is the purple god palace which represents the purple God order, but there is no so-called Luoshen temple.

However, Yan came back and told Luo Feng solemnly that the hall of God of Luo was also a powerful force that could not be underestimated in the prison of heaven. It was much more powerful than Mozong. Moreover, the hall of God of Luo was all women.

Luo Feng's heart was instantly shaken, and his eyes were sharply fixed on the iron pot ancestor. "Is the woman in green who appears on the Jianfeng mountain from Luo temple?"

The corner of the mouth of the iron pot ancestor was blood. He was crazy and laughed, "you're dead, you're dead..."

It's like crazy.

The iron pot ancestor's martial arts were abandoned. At the moment, his eyes were filled with resentment, and there was no other point of mind at all.

Luo Feng's heart was shaking.

It must be!

Apart from jiuxuan tiannu, Xueshan sect can not have any relationship with Luoshen temple.

Yuluocha, most likely, is in the temple of Luoshen.

Yes!

Luo Feng's eyes suddenly brightened. Jiuchi Laodao once said that the place where yuluocha is located is all women.

Luoshen temple!

Luo Feng clenched his fist slightly, and immediately stepped into heaven prison.

However, he is not qualified.

Only those with strong shackles are qualified to enter that place.

What's more, Yan came back and said that there were super strong people in the temple of Luo God. They were not able to resist these terrible forces.

"One day, I will go." Luo Feng thought silently in his heart.

The faith in my heart has never wavered.

The hall of God of Luo may not be an insurmountable mountain forever.

The iron pot ancestor was defeated, and the whole snow mountain sect fell into a howl, a miserable cry, and the voice of begging for mercy rang out one after another.

Hell team, just like the Shura from hell.

No mercy.

"If the eldest brother's strength was not superior to the iron pot old dog, we would be slaughtered today." Iron face looks cold, one hand after another, abandoned one after another of the snow mountain sect disciples.

Step down the snow mountain!

Luo Feng is using his own actions to fulfill his promise.

Even if we become the public enemy of the martial arts, we will not hesitate.

After today, in the world of martial arts, everyone knows the bottom line of Luo Feng. Who dare to touch Luo Feng's bottom line easily?

Unless, see Luo Feng's body.

"Snow Mountain sect, it's over." From afar, some of the martial arts sighed.

"It's too cruel and cruel. Not everyone in the snow mountain sect offends him."

"However, Luo Feng's relatives and friends did not offend the snow mountain sect, but they were plotted by the snow mountain sect."

"In the final analysis, it's fist talk."

Boom!

The huge snow mountain collapsed.

The ancestor of the iron pot was covered with blood, and his eyes were full of resentment. He was staring at Luo Feng fiercely. He was thirsty for blood and eating meat.

"Luo Feng, you must not die easily." The ancestor of the iron pot cursed desperately.

Luo Feng's eyes are cold, "you can wait."

"Wait, I'll wait." The ancestor of the iron pot roared wildly, and his eyes were filled with hate.

The battle is over.

Luo Feng did not kill one person, but the whole snow mountain sect was abandoned.

Since then, the snow mountain sect will be removed from the martial arts world.

And Luo Feng's name of "demon king" is also true.

"Down the hill."

Luo Feng didn't stay. He was not interested in everything that Xueshan sent.

The party went down the hill.

All of a sudden, a majestic sword fell from the sky.

The already extremely low temperature on the snow mountain seems to drop a few minutes at once.

Everyone stops.

Look up.

The distant snow peak, a figure, the imperial sword.

He is a middle-aged man in blue, with long hair and elegant hair. His eyes are like a sword. His face is cold and merciless. Standing above the broken archway, his eyes slowly sweep, "who is disrespectful to the temple of Luo?"At the moment, the iron pot ancestor's eyes glowed and his voice was sad. He knelt on his knees and said, "see God Luo." Then, the iron pot ancestor's fierce eyes flashed, pointing to Luo Feng, "it's this son who ignores the order of Luoshen and destroys the snow mountain sect."

"Luoshenshi?" Luo Feng raised his eyebrows and looked up at the middle-aged man in blue. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a soft voice, "master Yan, don't you say that there are only women in Luoshen hall?"

"The core of luoshendian is all women. However, luoshendian will also recruit some disciples from other schools and use them to summon them, regardless of gender." Although Yan did not go to the heaven prison situation, he stayed in the Guannei realm for 30 years. Obviously, he was ready to step into the shackles one day and get into the heaven prison situation at any time. He knew all the major forces in the heaven prison situation.

"The envoy of Luoshen should be the outside disciple sent here by Luoshen temple." Yan's eyes were sharp at the middle-aged man in blue and said slowly, "he hasn't reached the shackles yet."

Luo Feng also felt it.

The shackles of the boundary, is a disposition of water ridge.

Luo Feng's view of self-confidence is invincible.

"Luoshenshi?" Luofeng fearless, "I am not familiar with you Luoshen temple, why should I respect you Luoshen temple?"

Luoshen makes the appearance of the posture, a pair of high above the appearance, let Luo Feng very uncomfortable.

Luo God in blue makes eyes if sharp sword, looking directly at Luo Feng. Suddenly, the sound falls like a bell and drum, "kneel down!"

At this moment, it seems that there is an invisible deterrent force, directly attacking the soul of Luofeng.

Luo Feng's eyes were in a trance for a moment. However, he almost immediately reflected it. His eyes narrowed coldly and looked at the Luo God envoy. Just now, it should be a strange way to attack the soul of the other party. However, he obviously underestimated the strength of Luo Feng's soul. Luo Feng's view of the inner world created the golden body of Ten Thousand Buddhas, although Luo Feng didn't know the ten thousand Buddha gold The wonderful use of the body, but any ghosts and monsters, also do not want to shake the soul of Luofeng.

"Eh?" The God of Luo showed a strange look.

At the moment, Luo Feng has already started, his body jumped, and his fist went straight to the God of Luo.

"It's you who should kneel down."

Luo Feng drank a lot.

On the Jianfeng peak, the woman in Qingyi has one hand and one sword. Today, I want to recover interest.