The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 429 Spirit Emperor Falls

At the moment locked by this fist, Fengling King's golden pupils subconsciously enlarged, and a sense of crisis appeared instantly, like countless steel needles constantly piercing his heart, prompting him to flee immediately!
Dangerous, with this punch, I will die!
Although he had already reacted in his heart, under the lock of this punch, King Feng Ling felt that his body was no longer his own, and he couldn't move at all.

move!
Get moving!The fist was getting closer and closer to him, and the tingling pain in King Feng Ling's heart became more and more intense, and the appearance of the fist should be reflected in his pupils.

Move!

"Roar!"

King Fengling let out a shocking roar, forcibly controlled his body to cut through the space and fled to the side for several kilometers away, avoiding the punch dangerously.
Wen Twelve punched out, but a golden light beam burst out, spreading forward continuously, and everything touched, whether it was alive or dead, hard or soft, or any material, dissipated instantly.

The beam of light follows the horizon, all the way forward.Leaving behind a huge ravine, it goes straight into the depths of the wilderness!
A few seconds after the light beam sank into the depths of the barren land, a bird's mournful cry suddenly sounded. It was clearly far away, but everyone could hear it clearly.

However, this mourning sound is also strange.It was unusually loud, but it stopped abruptly, as if his throat had been pinched suddenly and he lost the ability to speak. At the same time, all the monks present could clearly perceive that at the moment when the mournful cry sounded in the depths of the barren land, Suddenly, a horrible aura erupted like an abyss, but it disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and there was no thunder, but it started to rain lightly.

The man in the red armor stretched out his hand to catch the rain, only to see that the rain was mixed with a little bright red.

He took a deep breath, looked into the depths of the wilderness, confirmed his inner guess, and said in a deep voice.

"The Spiritual Emperor has died, and the sky is weeping!"

Compared with the red-armored man, Feng Lingwang's expression is undoubtedly more astonished and unbelievable. Hidden deeper, there is also the deep fear and fear.

As the Seventh Spirit King of the Spirit Clan, he naturally knew who the owner of the mournful cry just now was!
On the bright side, the barren land is ruled by the seven spirit kings, and these seven sixth-rank spirit kings are the most prominent group of the spirit clan, and even affect the direction of the entire spirit clan.

Although there are few sixth-order human races, at any rate, the five major families, the three empires, and some top-level families can each pull out one or two families. If the spirit race really had such strength, it would have been completely swallowed by the human race long ago.

But in fact, although the spirits were driven into the barren land, their freedom and territory were greatly restricted, but that was all. On the contrary, Nanli had to guard them all the year round, using their lives to block the murderous spirits from the spirit wall outside.

The reason is very simple. The background of the spirit race is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

Among other things, just the old fellows of the seventh-rank Spirit Emperor, there are at least six of them in the Spirit Race.

Moreover, due to the lack of endowment of the spirit race, both of which are of the seventh rank, these old guys often live much longer than the ancestors of the human race, so it is not easy to judge the fighting power of the jade.But the seventh-order Spirit Emperor must be very strong, there is no doubt about it!
Once the two races of humans and spirits really go to war, and these top combat forces participate in it and try to kill each other with all their strength, I am afraid that the entire Qiling Continent will be disturbed and the world will be turned upside down. Even if the human race can win, the price it will pay is unbearable of.

The Spirit Race lived in the depths of the wasteland all day long, so they naturally knew about those old guys.

The mournful cry just now was one of the seventh-order spirit emperors, the ancestor of the spirit clan whose body was a golden-winged roc!
As early as the moment when the screams stopped abruptly, he had an ominous premonition, and a guess that he couldn't even believe jumped out of his mind.

It wasn't until the sky was gloomy and it started to rain slightly blood-colored, that he was finally convinced of his guess.

The punch he dodged just now killed the Linghuang who was hiding in the deepest part of the barren land.

The Emperor Ling died, and the heavens wept.

This point cannot be faked!
After entering the seventh level, it means returning to nature and beginning to actively integrate between heaven and earth. To a certain extent, it is a part of heaven and earth. Therefore, it is possible to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and the sixth level realm moves towards the seventh level thunder tribulation.It's like a test. If you pass the test, you will be a recognized member of this world. When the recognized member dies, the sky will be covered with dark clouds, and there will be no thunder and lightning. It will just gradually rain blood, as if in the sky. Mourning for the deceased Spiritual Emperor.

Linghuang, equivalent to a Hong-level weapon spiritualist, stands at the top of the Tongtian Tower, and the entire Qiling Continent and Tongtian Tower, on the bright side and the dark side, never exceed thirty.

As long as any force has a seventh-level person, even if the others are all crooked melons, cracked dates, smelly fish and rotten shrimps, this force can still have the same status as the local big family.

And such a tall and unfathomable existence was killed by a single punch?It's fine to kill him with one punch, but looking at this relaxed and comfortable look, why is it just a random punch?
Just a fist with Sui Mao, why did you accidentally injure me, I'm just a sixth-order "Little Spirit Race"!, you hit me with a punch that can kill the Emperor of Souls?
Isn't this equivalent to slapping mosquitoes with the Spirit-Suppressing Sword?You are a monster!

Wen Twelve smiled helplessly and scratched his head casually.Facing Li Qingge, the winged white tiger Feng Ling, one of the Seven Spirit Kings, made a wise decision after hesitating for a few seconds, knelt down and begged for mercy.
The body of Pang Tai, the winged white tiger, fell to his knees with a plop, and lowered his head.

"Senior, I..."

However, before he finished speaking, Wen Twelve punched him out!
This time, the Wind Spirit King failed to dodge, and under the golden light beam that exploded, left a wailing sound and then disappeared instantly!
The seven spirit kings of the spirit clan, the winged white tiger, the Wind Spirit King, just fell.

At the same time, as Xu Le's avatar, Yiyu is completely Sparta. Where did this monster come from?I don't seem to have designed such a character in my f*cking novels!
To be able to kill the Linghuang with one punch is at least at the barren level, but now that the sixth floor of the Tongtian Tower has been closed, there is no reason for such a boss to appear!Maybe he has broken through the barren level, reached the supreme level, or even become stronger, but Yiyu racked his brains and never thought, when did he design this character, is it possible?Is it the plot extended from the plot that I haven't finished writing?
After dealing with King Feng Ling, Wen Twelve didn't stop his movements, he raised his hand and threw out several punches, and dealt with the few remaining Xu-level spirits in the battlefield one by one. The next thing didn't need Wen Twelve either. No more meddling.

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