However, after all, it is the fusion of magic, ghost and earth, and the simple destructive power is relatively not so amazing. It is still not weaker than the firepower of most gods.

"Ah …" Most of the people in the fairy temple roared, and their bodies were rotted, destroyed and lost their vitality. The fairy temple has a long history. Although it is a fire, it lasts longer than the true god of the old mountain.
"Nine will not die!"
When almost everything was exhausted, he used his last resort with a loud roar, and a pair of huge black wings flapped behind the dark light.
"Boom!"
The spread of mysterious runes covering the sun in the dark enveloped him, and the rapid reorganization of the flesh was unexpectedly restored in an instant. The flesh was in good condition, and the naked eyes were visible and the soul was repaired.
It seems that the immortal temple people have nine heads and nine lives, and now it is not empty talk.
However, this brings everything back to the original point, but it does not change the direction of the result.
"poof!"
After only one breath, Emperor Chong vomited blood again, and it was still the kind of black as ink, and it smelled like the liquid flowing out of the pit of Taikoo carrion in hell.
"Do you want to live? Swear in blood!" Qin Changfeng broke the nine-sealed fairy hall and came to the outside world. He looked at him lightly and said as if he didn’t take the nine-headed immortal bird’s nine lives seriously.
That’s true. So what about nine lives?
Just a few more deaths.
This kind of instant recovery ability can only reflect its value in the struggle between the strong with little difference in strength. If the gap is too wide, the root cause is to be killed again and again and let your heart collapse.
"Have you ever seen the phoenix minister in pheasant? Give me death! "
The immortal temple people are crazy, wearing a fairy feather armor and shining brightly, if large white feathers are dancing around them.
He is like a god to slay Qin Changfeng thoroughly before he collapses again.
At the same time, the harsh green light rushed to the night and spread like waves in all directions, especially Qin Changfeng’s direction, which was even more green.
"Ah …" In the distance, someone screamed that the physical decline was instantly wiped out by the green light.
Everyone quickly avoided, such as avoiding snakes and scorpions
"This is the curse of Xiandian!"
Bounded true god exclaimed and quickly retreated. Those green roots are made up of pieces of green patina, which makes people tremble.
This is the bronze fairy temple, where the bronze rust fell. The immortal died after being refined by secret methods. Once it was shot into the body, it was difficult to get rid of the direct pain and die, so it was a peerless horror.
Although the pressure brought to the people is not comparable to Qin Changfeng’s plague, it is not much different. Everyone is dodging quickly.
Qin Changfeng was the only one who was unmoved by the green patina, and then raised his decaying fingers and bounced them gently like ash.
"At this time, I’m not born, I’m not dead, I’m dead, and your death curse is not to take off my pants and fart?"
The voice fell in silence, and everyone’s heart shook. From Qin Changfeng’s coming out of the grave to now, people’s hearts have been shocked by the monstrous waves.
Not born, not dead, not dead-what kind of terrible state is this?