Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

What Xiong Feng said was that Fang Qingyuan proposed in front of Xiong Feng that he should attach himself to Lechuan through his foundation-building cultivation.

At that time, Xiong Feng roared that Fang Qingyuan was overestimating his capabilities, and then slapped him against the wall. At this time, Xiong Feng mentioned this with a narrow smile on his face.

When Fang Qingyuan heard Xiong Feng's words, he also had a smile on his face. When he was young and energetic, he did not measure the huge gap between himself and Xiong Feng. He relied on Jin Bao's relationship to blurt it out, and many things later changed because of it.

Looking back now, Fang Qingyuan doesn't think he was wrong, but judging from his current thinking, he should have thought more carefully.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan slowly put down the wine bottle. Xiong Feng's cultivation at this time was suppressed by the 'Tian Yuan' formation. It should be the worst time in recent years.

After achieving the Golden Elixir, Fang Qingyuan never encountered an opponent that made him nervous, except for one battle with the bow-wielding Nascent Soul.

Regardless of whether he was playing with the blood knife or the golden elixir of Naximeng Mountain, Fang Qingyuan acted in a relaxed and carefree manner, without feeling any pressure at all.

Now he himself is very curious about how strong his true combat power is.

And Xiong Feng also wanted to test how much strength he could unleash after being suppressed by the 'Tian Yuan' formation.

So one person and one beast got up in tacit agreement and flew high into the sky outside Qingyuan Sect.

After Fang Qingyuan and Xiong Feng left the scene, the atmosphere between everyone became much cooler than before. Without the care of the two ancestors, a kind of estrangement was slowly occurring.

Jin Bao, on the other hand, grabbed the wine bottle in confusion, thought for a long time, and finally poured himself a glass, and then tasted it carefully, his big eyes narrowed, showing a happy expression.

Tens of thousands of feet high in the sky, this place is inaccessible. Without cultivation above the Golden Core realm, it is impossible to come here.

The howling cold wind creates an icy atmosphere that freezes everything. Here, the clouds are also trampled underfoot, and the light from the distant sun is even more blazing and domineering.

Fang Qingyuan and Xiong Feng looked at each other from a distance, their energy and mana constantly condensing and improving. Although this battle was a competition, both sides were very serious.

"My realm is suppressed by the 'Tian Yuan' formation. This suppression is all-round. Now I use the realm of Golden Core Perfection to fight you. You can attack with all your strength. If you can force me to use a few cards, then you will be considered. win."

Xiong Feng's words drifted along the cold wind to Fang Qingyuan's ears, and his tone seemed loud. However, at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Xiong Feng's tone was very natural when he spoke such words.

Fang Qingyuan nodded seriously. Xiong Feng was a veteran Nascent Soul level monster. It was also rolled out from the mountains of corpses and blood in the opening war. It was not a newly promoted Bai Ding like the Yuanying with a bow. He only relied on a Taihao city bow. .

"Then I'll ask Brother Xiong for advice."

As soon as Fang Qingyuan finished speaking, he first released the four-headed constellation true spirit method according to his previous battle experience.

When the four spirits appear together, even with Xiong Feng's eyes, one must admire them.

"What a magical power, what a magical power! But it has a form but no soul. It just flows on the surface."

After commenting on Fang Qingyuan's magical power, Xiong Feng laughed, and his body suddenly grew larger, swelling to a ten-foot-long Dharma Body. Astonishing magical power emerged from his body, and he threw himself at the four-headed Dharma Body summoned by Fang Qingyuan.

The body of ten feet is huge, as big as a giant boat, like a tall building in the world. When he raises his hand and stamps his feet, there is infinite strength to follow. With just one palm, he hits the white tiger dharma image that appears behind Xiong Feng's back, and then the three heads are knocked out. The father-in-law was beaten into scattered spiritual energy smoke balls.

"Our ancient wild beasts have the most important body and flesh, and the physical body is the foundation. Even though I am now burdened with thousands of constraints, my energy and blood are still rising."

Xiong Feng, who was in a fighting state, was obviously more excited. He didn't attack Fang Qingyuan himself. In that case, it would not be a competition, but a life and death fight.

The main purpose of sparring is to verify the opponent's strength and moves. If you don't fully experience the opponent's methods, what is it called sparring? Therefore, Xiong Feng deliberately tried Fang Qingyuan's magical power.

Fang Qingyuan's eyelids jumped when he saw Xiong Feng destroying the white tiger's dharma form with one palm. Although his dharma form was not physical, in terms of physical strength, it ranked first among the four true spirit dharma forms.

There is even a bit of White Tiger True Spirit Will in it. In terms of combat experience, it is stronger than what Fang Qingyuan himself controlled.

But in Xiong Feng's hands, he couldn't survive even a single move. He was also at the perfect state of the golden elixir. Is the gap so big?

No, Xiong Feng's body is not in the Golden Core realm. Even if it is suppressed by the formation, it is still at the Nascent Soul level. Coupled with Xiong Feng's fighting consciousness, it is understandable that he will be killed in one move.

Moreover, the White Tiger True Spirit Dharma Form is not something that can be completely destroyed by a single blow.

Following Fang Qingyuan's will, the white tiger dharma image, which was still shattering into smoke, seemed to be held by an invisible big hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was on the other side, carved and outlined, and took shape in an instant.

"It's a useless trick. I can break this dharma image once, but I can break it ten thousand times. I want to see if your consciousness can withstand the impact of these ten thousand times."

Xiong Feng teleported to the newly formed White Tiger True Spirit Dharma Form, and struck it instantly. At this time, Fang Qingyuan once again felt that some of his consciousness was being consumed.

Summoning the True Spirit Dharma is not without cost, the most important of which is the magic power provided by Fang Qingyuan and his own spiritual power.

When the Dharma Appearance is broken, the part of the spiritual consciousness that gave the Dharma Appearance its shape will be consumed. If it is condensed too many times, Fang Qingyuan's divine consciousness will soon be drained.

There is no doubt about the role of divine consciousness in the battle process. Magic weapons, moves, and even the activation of magical powers all require the control of divine consciousness. If this method is consumed too much, it will definitely be detrimental to the subsequent battle.

In response to this, Fang Qingyuan just pursed his lips and acted as if he didn't hear it. His magical powers would not be so unbearable.

As the White Tiger Dharma Appearance was destroyed and reunited, the other three Dharma Appearances also used their own magical powers.

As if the scene of the bloody knife explosion reappeared that day, three constellation-level spells followed one after another.

These are the 'Star Technique: Great Solitude Crystallized Cold Light! ''Nan Ming Li Huo Yan! 'With' Taishang Qinglong Chun Yi Sword! '.

But unlike the blood knife, which was severely damaged by these spells, these magical powers, which are considered killers in the golden elixir realm, did not achieve satisfactory results to Fang Qingyuan when they fell on Xiong Feng's body.

And this happened without Xiong Feng deliberately dodging.

"It's interesting, but of no use to me."

Xiong Feng's unceremonious comments made Fang Qingyuan a little confused, but he then thought about it. Xiong Feng's current body was the body of a middle-level wild ancient beast in Yuanying. If his methods could not achieve brilliant results, then This is also normal.

No matter how much Fang Qingyuan thought he was invincible, he was not so arrogant that he could transcend three realms and defeat Xiong Feng.

The gap between these three realms, the late Golden Elixir, the early Nascent Soul, and the middle Nascent Soul, requires dozens or hundreds of years of hard work to advance at each level.

"Your crystallized cold light and Lihuoyan are suitable for dealing with a large number of enemies with lower cultivation than you, but the strength of the enemy alone is not enough. This sword light is not bad. It contains the true meaning of the high-level avenue. It is a pity that your realm is not enough. As a result, it cannot perform well, and it hits me, like scratching an itch."

After resisting the three major star spells, Xiong Feng smashed the white tiger spell into pieces with another blow, Fang Qingyuan helplessly dispersed the four star spells.

At this time, Fang Qingyuan also realized that these four-headed constellations were capable of abusing vegetables and were quite effective against monks of the same level. However, they were not effective when encountering enemies whose realms were far beyond his own.

It is impossible for him to only encounter enemies who are weaker than him. When he encounters Nascent Soul-level combat power in the future, these four-headed dharma will only be used to contain them.

Fortunately, I still have a trump card.

Without the interference of the True Spirit Dharma, Xiong Feng stood firmly in the void. He crossed his arms and waited quietly for Fang Qingyuan's action.

When he saw Fang Qingyuan reaching out towards him, Xiong Feng frowned, and in the next breath, a huge and invisible thorn of spiritual thought struck at his brain.

At this moment, Xiong Feng's face also changed color slightly. The God-killing Sting was so powerful that he did not dare to face it as easily as before.

Moreover, this kind of magical power that specializes in divine souls is also something that ancient wild beasts like Xiong Feng are not good at dealing with.

Since the invisible and qualityless spiritual thoughts left Fang Qingyuan's body, their internal structure has been undergoing detailed adjustments. Each divine thought qi machine is scattered by the billions, but they are tightly interlocked to form a moving spiral tip. cone.

The thought was as fast as light and lightning. When Xiong Feng had just sensed the God-killing thorn, the attack had already landed on his body.

"collapse……"

A huge tremor resounded through the soul, resounding at the door facing Xiong Feng. The moment the huge spiritual thoughts clashed, it caused ripples in the surrounding void.

The next breath, Xiong Feng snorted, his face trembled slightly, obviously he had suffered a bit.

"It's good, it's powerful enough, but just one shot won't do it."

Before Xiong Feng finished speaking, he saw Fang Qingyuan finally say the first words after the battle started:

"God-killing thorn, five consecutive shots!"

When Xiong Feng embarrassedly resisted Qingyuan's five consecutive God-killing thorns, he couldn't help but get angry. I just want to discuss with you, how can I deliberately kill me?

Of course, this was just Xiong Feng's thought for a moment. After clearing away the remaining thoughts of the God-killing thorn in his soul, Xiong Feng waved his hand to signal that he would stop fighting.

"The method you just used is enough to run rampant in the Golden Core Realm. But with this level of innate magical power, it is impossible to defeat a Nascent Soul monk. Even if a wild ancient beast like me is not good at cultivating the soul, I can resist this combo of yours. If any other human Nascent Soul is not ten or a hundred times stronger than you in terms of soul, then your ability will be greatly reduced."

Just now, when Xiong Feng was resisting Fang Qingyuan's five consecutive God-killing Thorns, he inevitably used Nascent Soul level means. Therefore, in this competition, Fang Qingyuan was considered the winner.

Facing Xiong Feng's summary, Fang Qingyuan looked at him strangely and asked:

"When did I say I wanted to defeat the Nascent Soul monk? I'm still just a fifth-level Golden Core monk."