[The first thousand six hundred and ninety-one chapters are full of Fengjiu]
A punch to fly a strong man.
Song Yan didn’t stop there, stepped in the air to catch up, and slammed a punch again. This punch didn’t have any fancy, but the punch resonated in the void.
“Too deceiving!”
The strong man was furious, stopped his retreating figure, and launched a strong counterattack.
“Bang bang bang!”
The figures of the two kept colliding together in the void, and the void shattered into layers of black holes. This huge momentum attracted the peeps of many creatures around.
Just after the two fought ten moves.
The strong man let out an explosive drink, and there was divine light surging crazily on the surface of his body, and a huge dimensional space was attached to the top of his body.
“Die!”
His eyes flickered with cruel and fierce light, and he punched Song Yan again.
“Bang bang bang!”
Song Yan threw his fists to resist. His fists were simple and unpretentious, but they were extremely heavy. Every punch could smash the explosive strong man back again and again.
After he threw out thirty-nine punches, the strong man could no longer resist, his body was torn apart, and golden blood splashed out.
The sky rains blood, and the heaven and the earth are sad!
“How brutal!”
“Intermediate gods, they were just blown up!”
“He is simply a devil, where is the human being!”
The spying creatures shook their heads secretly, and decided in their hearts, if it is not necessary, don’t provoke this devil.
On this day, Song Yan’s name of Demon King, which had not been mentioned for a long time, was mentioned again.
“Damn it!”
In the valley, Ao Tian, the Holy Son of the True Dragon Clan, was furious and his face became extremely ugly.
“Holy Son, do you want us to kill him!”
Behind Ao Tian stood nine strong men, and the aura emanating from them was even stronger than the strong man killed by Song Yan.
“Don’t need it for the time being. After entering the Heavenly Creation Monument, I will slowly settle with him!”
Ao Tian slowly restrained the light of anger on his face.
On the top of the small mountain, Feng Jiu glanced at the valley where Ao Tian was located with some playfulness, and secretly thought in his heart, he could not hold back, it seems that his xinxing has improved a lot, I have to work harder, not to put “Da Mengxian” I’m afraid he is no match for the “Dian” to cultivate to perfection!
Months passed by in a flash.
Since Song Yan blew up the strong man of the True Dragon Clan, no one has harassed them again.
Therefore, after a few months, everyone has a greater harvest.
Song Yan successfully raised the celestial body to the late stage of the fourth stage, but the fruit he picked was exhausted. Secondly, Huanu also broke through to the level of the gods, and Wang Ying, Wei Le, Ning Qiangwei and others also reached the demigod realm. Peak, only half a step away from becoming a god.
It’s a pity that their divine fruit has also been exhausted. If they want to become gods, they have to go out to pick the divine fruit.
As for the hands of King Xin and Princess Vientiane, several people have become gods one after another.
Several of Cato’s clansmen and the subordinates of the two human elders also became gods, making the number of gods in their team more than fifty.
Speaking of other creatures, in the past few months, more gods have become gods, so that the gods in the forest of good fortune have reached at least 1,500 or more.
at this time.
Feng Jiu once again came to see outside the formation.
“I don’t want to see you!”
Song Yan refused very simply.
“You dare not see me?” Feng Jiu said.
“come in!”
Song Yan put her in, looked at her and said, “You just die, I won’t help you!”
At this moment, Feng Jiu’s figure squirmled for a while, and when the brilliance shone, Feng Jiu disappeared and was replaced by the masked girl Ouyang Weiwei.
“Put away this little trick of yours!”
Song Yan said with disgust on his face.
“Chu Fan?”
Feng Jiu’s face was full of surprise, and she looked at Song Yan dumbfounded: “Is it really you?”
“Ha ha!”
Song Yan sneered.
Feng Jiu continued to act, with a look of confusion on her face: “Where is this? Didn’t I retreat in the Valley of Thousand Flowers? Why did it suddenly appear here?”
“enough!”
Song Yan snorted coldly: “If you continue acting, believe it or not, I will kill you!”
While speaking, Song Yan reached out and grabbed Feng Jiu’s neck, and said coldly, “Do you know that you are doing this, it’s disgusting!”
Feng Jiu’s face flashed a stunned look, and then she looked at Song Yan aggrievedly: “Why? Chu Fan, why are you doing this to me, do you hate me so much? If that’s the case, then kill me!”
“I really thought I wouldn’t dare to kill you!”
Song Yan’s eyes turned cold, and the strength in her hands couldn’t help but increase, but Feng Jiu did not resist, a look of pain flashed in her eyes, and then she closed her eyes, but the moment she closed her eyes, there were crystal tears in her tears. slid from the corner of her eye…
Seeing her tears, Song Yan’s heart tightened for no reason.
Subconsciously withdrew some of his strength, and said:
“Feng Jiu, change back to your original form, otherwise, I will really kill you!”
“You kill me! You hate me so much anyway!”
Feng Jiu didn’t open her eyes, her tone was full of loneliness.
Seeing this, Song Yan frowned, feeling vaguely that something was wrong. With a thought, a burst of energy penetrated into Feng Jiu’s sea of consciousness, only to find that her spirit was indeed Ouyang Weiwei, but in Ouyang Weiwei’s spirit Inside, there is a group of sealed light and shadow.
“How is this going?”
Song Yan was a little confused, but he quickly realized that it was Feng Jiu who re-condensed Ouyang Weiwei’s spirit and let her dominate her body.
“Why would she do this?”
Suddenly, he thought of something, and the chill in his eyes became more intense, and he understood why Feng Jiu did this.
He wanted to kill Ouyang Weiwei with his own hands. Only by killing Ouyang Weiwei himself would he make her despair and make her obsession disappear. In this way, her “Dream Canon” can be cultivated to Great success.
Of course, she may have another intention, that is, to become an adult with Ouyang Weiwei, in this way, the obsession in Ouyang Weiwei’s heart will also subside, so that she can also cultivate the “Dream Canon” into a great perfection .
The advance can be attacked, the retreat can be defended, this woman’s calculation is really terrifying.
Thinking of this, Song Yan withdrew the hand that held Ouyang Weiwei.
“Why don’t you kill me, don’t you think I’m disgusting?”
Feeling the loosening of her neck, Ouyang Weiwei opened her eyes and looked at Song Yan coldly.
Song Yan did not explain, but reached out and tore off the veil from her face.
“…you…uh!”
Without waiting for Ouyang Weiwei to finish speaking, Song Yan lowered her head and grabbed her cherry lips, and their lips touched each other. Ouyang Weiwei couldn’t help but slumped softly in Song Yan’s arms: “He, how could he do this!”
In a daze, Ouyang Weiwei’s teeth were pried open by Song Yan, an old driver, and then the sweet tongue also successfully fell into Song Yan’s hands.
After a lot of entanglement, he kissed Ouyang Weiwei without any strength, and Song Yan let go of her.
After a long while, Ouyang Weiwei regained some strength, and then punched Song Yan: “Chu Fan, you…how can you treat me like this!”
