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It seemed that I didn't notice that this bead was shot at him from Ji Wushen's control...09r.

Or rather, he was sure that he could control the bead.

However, he did not see the gentle sarcasm of Ji Wushen's mouth.

Suddenly, just as Feng Cong Immortal Lord reached out to get the bead.

The beads suddenly became tiny, turning into countless starlight spots, and suddenly became gentle. They directly hit the body of the immortal master, saying it was a collision, but it was more like a gentle caress.

But even so, Feng Qiuxian's eyes showed a hint of horror.

Because he had no way to touch it, his spiritual consciousness could not detect what these light spots were. If he had not seen it at all, he would not have been able to find that there was something in front of him.

"laugh"

Feng Cong's Immortal Lord glared at Ji Wushen angrily. He felt that there was nothing wrong before. This was clearly the heart of the plane. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be so ecstatic.

But now it seems that I was clearly fooled by God Ji Wu.

"Bold." Feng Cong's Immortal Lord was furious and didn't care about playing with the other person at this time. The crested guitar in his hand made a clanging sound, and he was ready to play it after posing.

However, at this moment, Ji Wushen suddenly started to sigh lightly.

During this time, she raised her bare hands, and the fingertips of her originally ordinary and fair hands seemed to be wrapped in a hazy look.

The next second, Ji Wu Shen turned his hand gently. The light spot that had been wrapped around the wind from the Immortal Lord suddenly contracted and trembled violently as if he had received someone's order.

At the same time, the wind placing his hand on the strings of the piano suddenly became a little incredible.

Danger.

This was his first feeling. He could even feel that if he really played the strings, he would be likely to be in a different position in the next second.

"Impossible, you are not my opponent." Feng Cong's words were not so much about saying to God Ji Wu, but rather saying to himself.

However, the next moment, Ji Wushen made him reach what it means to be impossible.

The light spot seemed to have a soul, and actually pierced the body of the Immortal Master Feng Cong. You should know that with Ji Wushen’s current cultivation level, even if he had been practicing for hundreds or even thousands of years, he might not be the opponent of the Immortal Master Feng Cong. However, the other party just waved his hands, and the Immortal Master Feng Cong’s face turned pale.

There seemed to be countless ants biting everywhere in the body. With the touch of spiritual sense, you could even feel that your pores were constantly being stretched out.

Continuously expanding, without even using spiritual consciousness, you can see your arms exposed outside your robe with dense holes.

The monk who stood far did not find anything, but those who were slightly closer found this clearly. At this moment, everyone felt numb all over, and when they looked at Ji Wushen, they were also frightened.

On the contrary, Ji Wushen and Hou Gan were indifferent, as if Feng Cong's embarrassment was nothing at all.

However, for Feng Congxianzun himself, the pain was not something that others could understand. He hadn't felt the physical pain for many years, but at this moment, he seemed to have endured the pain that he had never felt in his life.

Then, not only the surface of the body, but also the internal organs in the body have a pain of needle pricking. Soon the pain is exactly the same as the surface of the body.

This made him feel desperate. What made him feel desperate was that an indescribable swelling pain was also conveyed in the dantian.

Slowly, the black flames surrounding his body seemed to be out of control and actually drilled into his huge pores.

The meridians occupied by the black flames made Feng Cong's immortal scream in pain. The stimulation of the dantian gradually became bigger and his stomach bulged quickly.

In just a few breaths, Feng Cong's belly was like ten months pregnant.

"No, no..." Feng Cong Immortal Lord no longer cared about the pain in his body, and the originally solid figure actually appeared in a faint phantom.

Ji Wu's expression condensed, and it was obvious that this person was the alien monk who had taken over the body of Feng Cong Immortal Lord.

However, obviously such pain is not enough to force the other party out.

Ji Wu Shen moved his spiritual consciousness again.

The light spot went towards the sea of ​​consciousness that she had not touched before without hesitation. The soul of the foreign monk was hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As if he had noticed Ji Wushen's plan, Feng Cong's eyes also showed a look of horror. He had taken such great pain before, but he did not show such a look.

"You dare." Just as Ji Wu's God's control light spot was about to touch the sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Cong, who had originally had a twisted face, suddenly looked solemn, and his whole body once again returned to his lofty expression.

However, this expression lasted for a few breaths and was beaten back to its original form again.

"Don't come out yet?" Ji Wushen sneered, and there was almost no hesitation. The light spot penetrated the barrier of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the diameter strides towards the soul.

Although the Immortal Master Feng Cong was unwilling to give up this body, he also knew that he could no longer hold on.

It's just a pity that he finally managed to fully control this body and was able to exert most of his strength.

The sudden success of Ji Wu God also made Feng Cong Immortal Lord inexplicably afraid of it.

"Hmph." Feng Cong's Immortal Lord finally had no choice but to abandon this body that made him very satisfied. Although he might not be able to find a carrier again in a short period of time, as long as he controls the new immortal world, he will have countless reforms to be reborn.

Suddenly, Feng Cong, who was already in great pain, suddenly seemed to stop struggling.

A phantom gradually emerged from behind him, as if it was a snake animal that had faded away and criticized. Feng Cong's body was gradually swallowed by black flames from under his feet, and this time it was a real devour. After the black flame completely swallowed Feng Cong's Immortal, the flames still burned and did not extinguish.

Then the flames quickly condensed into a human form.

God Ji Wu understood that this was probably the foreign monk.

"Hehehe, very good. You have completely angered me. I will definitely not let you die easily."

Obviously entangled by black flames, Ji Wushen felt like the other party was staring at him.

The light spot gradually disappeared, and Feng Cong Immortal himself had to admit that he could not see through what Ji Wushen's hand was. But it was one thing that could not see through. He is now just a soul body, and because of his wandering over the years, the soul body has long become very solid. He was not afraid of the attack method just now.

If the opponent still attacks the same way as before, he will definitely be sure not to be hit.

"It's not certain who lives and dies..." Speaking of this, Ji Wushen suddenly showed a sudden expression and continued, "By the way, you are already dead. If you die again, you will be destroyed."

As soon as this sentence came out, the black flame seemed to be blown by the wind and became even more vigorous.

Obviously, this sentence made the other party even more angry.

However, Ji Wushen just smiled with a bad taste, and a light that did not belong to her appeared in his eyes. These four lights were even more certain and hot, and even had a faint look of madness.

Unfortunately, no one discovered it at this time.

"Then let me learn how this spare part of the ancient Dead Domain makes me ashes...fly...smoke...destroy." When he said the last few words, Feng Cong's tone was obviously very contemptuous.

Then everyone stopped talking nonsense. Ji Wushen used his fist for the first time and punched an unfamiliar fist. Wherever the fist passed, there was a crackling sound, and even the fist guided the wind to make her clothes sway.

The wind cong's immortal still plucked the strings.

However, this time, no one except Ji Wushen was affected by his strings.

At this time, everyone realized that as Ji Wushen's fist became more and more secret, everyone still couldn't see where her arm was. The speed was too fast, and because of the stirring of her fist wind, even though they could feel that the wind conquer the immortal was waving the strings, they were not affected at all.

"Look, that space seems to have been affected." As one of the immortals pointed sharply at the direction of Ji Wushen.

Sure enough, many people saw that the space was a little distorted.

It was as if someone had wafted the calm water surface, causing ripples.

But because of this ripple, they were given an absolute safe place.

Obviously, this set of fists has an indescribable feeling, and some people with extremely high understanding can even feel a force of the law from this set of fists.

"This is..." Some people suddenly clenched their fists, looking at Ji Wushen with excitement and red eyes.

However, the person beside him wanted to know what the other party saw, but he didn't know that the man said two words and closed his mouth firmly.

How can others see this kind of thing?

The person beside him was anxious scratching his ears and heads.

However, their strength is too low, and they can only barely see the afterimage of Ji Wushen. They can feel the profoundness and unfathomable, but because their realm is too low, they cannot realize anything. They can only store this unfathomable feeling in the sea of ​​consciousness. When their cultivation is enough, they can experience it carefully.

The Immortal Feng Cong seemed to not believe that Ji Wushen surrounded all his attacks in a blocked space with just one set of fists.

You should know that his ability to comprehend space is at least in such a plane that no one can surpass.

But when he wanted to break the other party's blockade, Ji Wushen was often able to lock his movements first.

Gradually, the attacking party became a little difficult.

Because as her boxing became faster and faster, the sound of the wind even affected the sound of the piano. He had no way to calm down and use the sound attack, and finally had to put away the questoon zither.

Instead, he began to break the other party's blockade.

However, whenever he cracked a blockade, he found that several appeared one after another.

This tug-of-war seemed to have taken the initiative from the beginning.

"Boom." If the soul could vomit blood, Feng Cong Immortal Lord might have lost too much blood and died at this time.

But the more anxious he was, the faster he cracked. Even if he wanted to use his mental pressure to influence the other party, he was blocked by Ji Wushen's faint sneer.

Now, Feng Cong Immortal Lord finally understood that the female cultivator in front of him could not resist it.

But now he has no way out to escape, and the surrounding space has been completely blocked, which means that he has become a turtle in a jar.

"How? Do I have the ability to destroy you?" Ji Wushen walked in the air, his words and actions seemed very free and natural.

The moment I put my fists away, I became very elegant.

The blocked space cannot even be done with the self-destruction of the other party's desire to die together.

It may be torn to pieces by sudden space cracks anytime and anywhere.
To be continued...