Chapter 687

With Shura black core flame, even for the upper and lower level monks, Feng Yi Mo also has the ability to protect himself.

Two hours later, near noon, the pain of Feng Yi's ink head could be stopped. Unfortunately, without the moon, the wisdom skill failed. It could not repair the sea and gather the spirit. It had to wait for the night to start again.

A wave, rosefinch wings into his sleeve, dormant up.

Back in Tongque village, the little Tongque is still meditating. These days, the little Tongque has been used to meditating and breathing, and there is a sign of stepping into the period of practicing Qi.

"It's true that the talent is super human. It's amazing that we can make such rapid progress just by relying on the most basic tuna skill and following the same pattern." Feng Yimo's sincere praise.

This kind of talent, if placed in the pure heaven, is amazing to heaven and man. Any sect has to give everything to cultivate it, but it is unknown in the small world.

It can only be said that genius is everywhere in Xiaohuan, which can not attract attention at all.

What makes Feng Yimo even more shocked is that under the leadership of Cheng Qian, the soldiers and minions of Tongque stronghold have already got five adults to learn martial arts, showing their extraordinary martial arts talents.

Especially before Cheng, he made rapid progress and had already possessed thousands of Jin of power, which was beyond imagination. Moreover, after soaking the body in the elixir made by Feng Yimo, the three adults' body strength was enhanced, and they could fight with wild boars without losing.

Feng Yimo saw that most of the people had already started, so he put all his energy on the little copper sparrow. He paid attention to his posture. If there was something wrong with it, he corrected it in time, which made the little guy miserable and often cry.

But Feng Yimo's heart is very hard. He is not moved by the tears of the little copper sparrow. He wants to lay a solid foundation for the little copper sparrow, and does not allow him to take any detours.

When the night comes, a full moon hangs high in the night sky. In the morning, Feng Yimo comes to the top of the tree crown, sits on his knees, and operates the wisdom. Then the moon turns from the wisdom into a strange energy, nourishing the dry sea of knowledge.

Hum! Hum!

The empty sea of knowledge gave out a slight hum, and then trembled. Almost suddenly, the majestic divine consciousness came from the distance of the sea of knowledge, just like the dry land met with the dew, which made him almost groan. Because he put all his body and mind on the wisdom and wisdom, he did not realize that the full moon poured out a large silver glittering silver, wrapped him in it, as if he had found a vent, and sprinkled the essence of the moon with all his heart.

Many people, including the soldiers of Tongque village not far away, have found the abnormality here. Hundreds of miles away, several figures flash away and come straight to him.

In a short time, Feng Yimo's knowledge of the sea was restored, and even a little stronger. However, his cultivation still remained in Yuanying's perfection, and did not step into the spirit!

What's going on?

However, the spread of divine consciousness can cover more than 3000 Li, far more than that of the later monks. Naturally, they see six or seven figures coming straight here. Obviously, they were all monks attracted by their own cultivation of visions.

Feng Yi Mo sneers in his heart. He is not afraid of death. Let's have a try at the power of mana.

They were all monks in Yuan Dynasty, including three in the later period, two in the middle period and two in the early period.

Soon, five men and two women appear in front of Feng Yimo. They look at Feng Yimo suspiciously. An old man at the head asks, "this Taoist friend, have you ever found the vision before? Is it a treasure?"

Wind Yi Mo shook his head, "didn't see any vision."

"Elder martial brother Tian, if you want to talk to him, even if the treasure appears, he will have to go. Boy, please hand over your storage bracelet and let us have a good inspection. If we find the treasure just appeared in it, hum, you're dead! "

A young friar in the middle of Yuanying said to Feng Yimo.

Hearing this, Feng Yimo smiles. It seems that there are many people in the spiritual world and the lower world, regardless of age and location.

"What if I don't?" Feng Yimo said with a sneer. He stood up and glanced at the eager seven people. He put his hand on Xumi's bracelet. The low-level demon emperor appeared and pointed to the other seven people: "kill them!" For such a tyrannical person, Feng Yi Mo will not stay soft.

Seven people suddenly saw four Zhang to high of the demon clan, surprised, have offered their own magic weapon, the old look one Lin, sternly asked: "Dao you, this is a treasure, want to kill us?"

Feng Yimo can't laugh or cry. They really dare to think that at this time, they are still thinking about the treasure. With a pinch of hands, the black-and-white yin-yang wheel appears and keeps rotating. The aura in all directions is absorbed by it. The yin-yang changes and sends out powerful power to the old man.

On the other side, the low-level demon emperor waved his huge hand and patted a friar in the early Yuan Dynasty. He also knew how to bully.

"Do it!" Seeing that Feng Yimo was aggressive, the old man gave a big drink and bent his fingers. A magic weapon of flying sword suspended in front of him stabbed at the Yin Yang wheel.

Hum!

The Yin and Yang wheels rotate very fast, and the four black and white wheels rise to three feet, which is consistent with the old man's best flying sword. Feng Yi ink is very satisfied. The old man is the peak cultivation of Yuanying, and that magic weapon is the top magic weapon of the best. Yin Yang wheel is just a magic power, which is comparable to the best magic weapon. It's really rare.There were seven men on the other side. The other two later monks rushed to solve fengyimo as soon as possible with three enemies and one. The other four besieged the low-level devil emperor.

The demon emperor was a blood demon. He was imprisoned in the painting scroll of Zhongshan and served as the second part of the apprentice. He was beaten all the time and had no blood to eat. When he saw the living monk, his eyes turned red. He smashed the magic weapon offered by the friars in the early Yuan Dynasty and turned into a blood mist. He appeared behind the friars in the early Yuan Dynasty and put his arms around his body He took a big bite on his neck and almost broke it all at once, swallowing his blood.

The other three were all shocked by the ferocious way of the devil emperor, and forgot to control the magic weapon to save people.

On this side, Feng Yimo sneered and waved his hand. The rosefinch turned into a black line of fire and went straight to a red faced late Yuan infant monk. Almost immediately, the little rosefinch spewed out a thick black flame. As soon as the red faced yuan infant monk's magic weapon flew out, it was surrounded by the flame, uttered a sad cry and turned into molten iron.

Poof!

When the magic weapon was destroyed, the red faced monk Yuan Ying was shocked and angry, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Before he retreated, the black flame of Shura had wrapped his whole body. A piece of armor appeared on his body, but the armor melted quickly under the fire. He was so scared that he exclaimed: "elder martial brother Tian, help

However, his voice did not fall, the whole person has bang! With a sound, it turns into fly ash, leaving only a storage ring, which is rolled by the fire and sent to Feng Yi mo.

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