The strongest collapse system

Chapter 745 Harvest
"impossible!"

When the sword of killing evil pierced through Zhao Feirong's heart, the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Da Luo Sect suddenly let out a shrill cry, his hair fell down in an instant, and there was madness and hatred in his eyes.

"You still don't believe that you have failed, what an arrogant woman!"

Hong Yi felt the other party's emotional thoughts, and drew out the evil sword with a swipe.

This sword is extremely sharp, and Zhao Feirong's martial arts cultivation is also very high, her physical body has reached the level of visceral training, and her inside and outside are very tough. Just as the sword was pulled out, the wound did not spurt blood, but healed directly.

It seemed that the injury was not serious, but Hong Yi knew that the other party's heart had been pierced by the Evil Killing Sword, and his body was completely dead.

An injury like a pierced heart would kill a martial saint at the seventh level of martial arts. Needless to say, Zhao Feirong was not a martial saint yet, just a fifth-level innate martial artist.

"You really dare to kill me!" Zhao Feirong fixed her eyes on Hong Yi, her resentment was real, as if she wanted to bring Hong Yi to Yan Luo's mansion together.

Her pupils began to slacken, she fell to the ground, and made a seal, which was somewhat similar to the sun wheel seal in the nine-character mantra seal. She stretched her hands and five fingers apart, and then closed her eyes, completely silent.

The moment she closed her eyes, a gust of wind blew from her body, forming a vortex.

"The ghost doesn't go away!"

There was a cold light in Hong Yi's eyes, he took an iron and black bone bow, drew out the soul-breaking arrow from the Black Harrier Village in Chi Zhuiyang's quiver, quickly drew the bow and set the arrow, and shot it towards Yinfeng.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
Three consecutive arrows were shot out of the dark wind vortex, and then another sharp scream was heard, and the dark wind vortex suddenly dissipated.

Hong Yi knew that he had completely wiped out Zhao Feirong's soul.

Even so, he didn't relax his vigilance, and once again his spirit came out of his body, looking in all directions to see if the other party still had a remnant soul escaped from the sky.

As soon as he came out of his body, Hong Yi felt a lot of thoughts in the void, they were pounding back and forth, and these thoughts were fragmentary thoughts formed by the explosion of Zhao Feirong's spirit.

"As expected, the centipede is dead but not stiff!" Hong Yi did not hesitate, and immediately visualized the five demon kings of Yasha, Rakshasa, Shura, King Kong and King Ming.

After the five demon kings appeared, they flew and wandered in the sky under the control of Hong Yi, devouring and dispelling Zhao Feirong's remaining thoughts one by one.

After a while, the sky was clear, without any trace.

Zhao Feirong finally died completely, her soul was scattered!

At the moment of her death, Hong Yi suddenly entered a wonderful state, forgetting things and me, seeming to have thoughts, seeming to have no thoughts, as if entering a completely unintentional cycle of yin and yang.

His spirit quietly left his body, floated in the air, and sat cross-legged on it.

However, his body did not stop moving because his soul left his body. He was still talking, making movements, and interacting with Chi Zhuiyang and others beside him.

A clear understanding was born in Hong Yi's heart.

At this moment, he has reached the peak of the seventh level of soul possession, the state of distraction!

And he could feel a slow transformation taking place in his soul, as if he was about to enter a new realm.

"This is about to break through to the eighth level of the soul, the realm of ghosts and immortals!" Hong Yi felt this, "...It seems that my martial arts have also made a breakthrough!"

After killing Zhao Feirong, Hong Yi felt that his soul and body had a sense of perfection.

Not only is the soul cultivation level about to break through to the eighth level of ghost and immortal realm.

Even the physical martial arts cultivation has shown signs of breakthrough.

Every muscle, every bone, and every internal organ seems to have been honed to the extreme. The last bit of dirt inside was refined out following the battle with Zhao Feirong. After the impurities were removed, there seemed to be a The fragrant smell came out, and it was extremely clean.

sizzle sizzle!
Like the hissing sound of a snake, it spit out from the viscera inside Hong Yi's body. Hearing this sound, one feels as if there is an ancient giant snake that devours the world hidden in Hong Yi's body, choosing to eat someone!

Moo moo!
The sound suddenly changed again. The original hissing sound of snakes seemed to have turned into the sound of bulls roaring and elephants grunting. It was like the roar of dragons, slow and heavy, infinitely powerful, as steady and slow as mountains and the earth.

These are the two visceral training methods of Xuantian Pavilion and Dachan Temple.

Sky Snake Breathing Method and Spirit Turtle Breathing Method.

The sounds of the heavenly snake breathing and the roar of the spirit turtle alternated violently, and vaguely, two vague shadows seemed to appear behind him, like a huge python, and a giant turtle, two The two spiritual beings intertwined and fused, suddenly transforming into a strange beast.

Turtle and snake entangled into basalt!
"True Martial Temperament!" Chi Zhuiyang's eyes shot out a shocked light, and he looked at Hong Yi in disbelief, "Young Master, you have been promoted to the realm of a congenital martial artist!"

"Not bad!"

Hong Yi also did not expect that after killing Zhao Feirong, he would gain such a huge harvest. Not only did his soul break through to the eighth level of ghost and immortal realm, but his martial arts also broke through to the fifth level of innate realm.

It's incredible!

"Sir, how should we deal with this man?" Chi Zhuiyang pointed to Liu Baiyun, who had been captured and was kneeling on the ground ten steps away.

"Little bastard, how dare you kill Concubine Rong, Master and Master Uncle will definitely avenge her!" Liu Baiyun raised his head with all his strength, and looked at Hong Yi with eyes full of deep-seated hatred and bloodshot, "You will die, you will die! Hahaha!"

The cold laughter came out, as if it was a curse, and the people who heard it couldn't help feeling a chill and trembling.

"Even so, you won't see that day anymore. Tie Zhu, kill him!" Hong Yi asked Liu Baiyun calmly with one last look.

Snapped!
Shen Tiezhu did not hesitate. The iron rod in his hand fell with a bang and hit Liu Baiyun's Tianling Cap. There was a sound of bones breaking, and the underworld giant of a generation was dead.

Chi Zhuiyang on the side couldn't help feeling a little chilled, and his heart was shocked: "We have thousands of outstanding young masters in Yunmeng, but there are no such fast-moving and decisive figures like Hong Yi. Even the number one of the Tianlong School The young master Xing Yuxian is not so powerful. Alas, Miss Murong asked me to protect him, but I did not protect him at all. Instead, he kept attacking, gods blocked and killed gods, and Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas. Now I am You know, the world is so big, how powerful the masters are, after this trip, I will go back to retreat and practice martial arts."

"Strange, why is this horse suddenly exhausted?"

Hong Yi suddenly saw the white horse Zhaoye Jade Lion lying on the side of the road, unable to get up, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.

"Before this horse galloped with two people on its back, it was still full of energy, running faster than chasing electricity, why did it suddenly fail? If it wasn't for this, we would not have caught up with Zhao Feirong and the others so easily."

(End of this chapter)