fictionpage Chapter 109 The Power of Origin
Chapter 109 The Power of Origin
When he came here earlier, Mu Feng was busy signing in and flashing back and forth, so he didn't pay much attention.
Now that I set foot here again, I realized that this palace is actually an altar!
Although its overall decoration is not exposed.
But under the scanning of his mysterious eye, the maze here is not enough to make Mu Fenghui look away.
Under this magnificent hall, sits a corpse.
The dead body has no vitality left.
Only in the depths of his skull was a wisp of dark mist drifting.
And the power of gods and demons that Mu Feng sensed originated from this.
"Sorcerer's magic really has its unique features. They are already dead like this, and they can be revived by devouring them."
"It's no wonder that the magic way has been suppressed by the orthodoxy, but it has never been completely wiped out."
"The meaning of immortality is eternal existence!"
Mu Feng was not in a hurry to attack the dead bone in the ground.
After all, the opponent does not know how many years old monster has survived.
Be more prepared, there will be no mistakes in the end.
Just when Mu Feng felt comprehensible and deployed his defenses secretly.
Just now that old voice sounded again: "Young people of my clan, what are you doing in a daze?"
"Why don't you hurry down and tell me about the current situation in this world?"
When the sound ray spread, the withered bone did not move at all.
But Mu Feng could clearly see that the black mist inside the withered skull was shaking slightly.
Not only that, he also noticed that the black mist had a strong desire for his physical body and the power of his cultivation.
If you are really a disciple of the devil.
And naive enough to believe his words.
In the end, it will definitely be swallowed by it until there is not even a bone scum left!
After the preparations were almost done, Mu Feng stomped on the ground.
Vigorously break through the floor tiles and enter the altar under the temple.
The movement on his side did not spread to the outside world.
Emperor Xia Ming arranged for such a big show, and it has not yet started, so the curtain cannot be opened in advance.
"Hehe, interesting, do you have killing thoughts towards me?"
That withered bone is also a perceptive person, and he guessed a general idea after seeing Mu Feng's behavior.
Speaking of it, this can be regarded as a kind of inheritance of magic culture.
Even if it kills the king, kills the father, and annihilates humanity.
As long as it can improve their own cultivation, demon cultivators do not reject such things as killing to prove the way.
Just like now.
The Withered Bones Demon Lord wants to devour his juniors to awaken his own power, so he can accept it naturally. The other party wants to devour himself to condense the way of magic.
Before Mu Feng could speak, he continued to speak.
"It's indeed a good seedling, what a pity! This gentleman's remodeling has lost a lot of vitality."
"Otherwise, I really want to save your life and let you be a pawn."
As soon as the words fell, the black mist in the skull of the withered bones suddenly burst out.
That is his original strength.
It seems fragile, but in fact, the magic power contained in it will make it difficult for a strong person in the Faxiang Realm to come in person.
It is based on this that the Withered Bones Demon Lord can be as unscrupulous as he is now.
His original power was like a black lightning, and he came to Mu Feng in an instant.
The thunderstorm continued to roar, like a magic sound, confusing people's hearts.
And when the Demon Lord Yuanyuan was about to shoot into Mufeng Lingtai!
A group of black flames suddenly appeared from the void, biting towards the former directly.
The pitch-black flame is naturally the underworld flame.
These two spirits are both unusual energies.
When they met suddenly, they collided and created shocking ripples.
Under the double erosion of corrosive power and flame power, the entire underground altar began to melt rapidly.
It felt like setting a fire in a wax museum.
"The treasure of the Hades in the growth stage?"
"Hmph, is this what you rely on? Since that's the case, I want to open your eyes, so that you can know the true horror of the source of immortality."
The Withered Bones Demon Lord laughed heartily.
And Mu Feng stood aside and listened in embarrassment.
He thought to himself: Could it be that the devil has been holding back underground for too long, so he has such a strong desire to express?
It was obviously a very serious fight, which made him feel like a stage play.
What's more, the lines are still the kind that the other party wraps up alone.
Looking up at Little Hei Yan, who was already a bit downwind, Mu Feng stretched out his hand and pulled it back to the side.
Xiao Heiyan's current combat power is equivalent to Nascent Soul.
It's okay to beat other people, but it's still not enough to beat this kind of monster.
Mu Feng pondered, it would be more appropriate to act by himself.
"Hahaha, are you scared?"
"Didn't I tell you that in the face of absolute strength, all tactics are useless?"
The voice of the Withered Bones Demon Lord sounded again, echoing in the entire palace.
Mu Feng sighed softly, took two steps, and then said, "You're right, I'm really scared."
"Your lines are so good, and your emotional expression is so abundant. Competing with you, I'm afraid I won't be admitted to the top film and television academy!"
Hearing this, the Withered Bones Demon Lord was stunned for a while, and then said in a muffled voice, "What are you talking about?"
"It does not matter."
Mu Feng raised his hand to make a tactic, mobilized the power of the immortal magic body, and smiled at the black mist who was obviously lost in thought: "Anyway, even if you explain it, you still can't understand."
As soon as the words fell, a phantom immediately appeared in the middle of the hall.
The figure was wearing a glazed crown and a robe of stars, and his appearance was no different from that of Mu Feng.
The divine power circulating on it seemed that even the space couldn't bear it, and there were some clicking sounds before it collapsed.
Seeing this scene, the Withered Bones Demon Lord froze in place.
He was stunned for a few breaths before he uttered in panic: "Dharma body? No! You haven't officially stepped into the realm of Dharma yet!"
"No! What kind of Dharma body is this? How can you have such a Dharma body?"
Listening to the other party's repeated questions, it is naturally impossible for Mu Feng to explain more.
He raised his palm and grabbed it in the direction of the Withered Bones Demon Lord's origin.
The phantom of the dharma body standing in the hall by Ta Kong also performed Mu Feng's movements simultaneously.
The Withered Bones Demon Lord screamed and roared, turned his head and fled without saying a word.
Until this moment, he couldn't accept what happened in front of him.
If it wasn't for the fact that the feeling of death and oppression was too real, he would have wondered if he had fallen into someone else's illusion!
No matter how the other party did it, right now, he only has one thought.
escape!Flee away!
What blood food, what sacrifices, all are no longer important.
As long as his own origin can escape from here, even if he sleeps for another thousand years, he will recognize it.
The Withered Bones Demon Lord's reaction was nothing short of unpleasant.
But Mu Feng's killing speed was even faster than him.
If an enemy like this is not killed directly, is it still reserved for the opponent to come back to take revenge on him in the future?
Under the waving of the Dharma Body's palm, the space in the entire palace froze instantly.
The fleeing Demon Lord Yuanyuan immediately stopped, and was grabbed by the palm of the Dharma Body.