Chapter 259: The Sound of Flying Sky

At this time, Xiao Lei Lei frowned, and he couldn't see a little excitement.

He was wondering that this powerful power, which had bloomed brilliantly in the mythological era of Yan Fu Ti Continent, was beyond his imagination.

This junior disciple of Chi You of the Jiuli Clan, once worshipped a true Taoist as a teacher with Chi You, but his cultivation was not the same supernatural power.

I remember that Lei Zu Xuanyuan and the Yellow Emperor once told him about the long-term war between the Chinese and the Xia people in those distant years.

Although the Chiyou clan is brave and good at fighting and invincible, it doesn't seem to say that this Feng Bo is so powerful that Cheng dù?

What kind of strange power is contained in the so-called desolate wind that he blows out in one breath? Even if this power does not hurt himself, it still makes him feel an irresistible power to deconstruct a qiē. The power of this fear brought him a chill from the bottom of his heart.

He firmly believes that as long as he comes into contact with this desolate wind, then his body will disintegrate without suspense, turning into powder and even nothingness.

And in the same way, Xiao Su Mei's paper opened a bright little mouth and couldn't close.

She had never heard that a wind could have the power to deconstruct a qiē, a force full of vicissitudes of life, with some unknown powerful will, to erode all, deconstruct all, and destroy everything.

Is this the power of God?

Because only God can create and destroy miè, only God's will is irresistible, and Fei Lian is not God.

Although Fei Lian is known as the god of wind, he did not create the wind, he just reached an incredible height of understanding and manipulation of the wind.

The wind is the breath of God.

And the one who is a little calmer is the three witches from the heavens of the Shi family.

Trishna remembered that the old master, Mobo Shun, had told them, and when he listened to Shakyamuni's teachings, he mentioned that this world is made up of the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind.

The origin of this world constitutes this tangible world, and after the four great eons of becoming, dwelling, destroying and emptiness, it is also these four elements that will deconstruct this world.

Among them, there are two winds, one called the Kalijia wind, which can deconstruct and destroy the tangible;

Another type of wind is called the Anapila wind, which can be reshaped into a qiē tangible.

And the supernatural power that Fei Lian had just used was very consistent with the legendary Kalijia Gale, but whether it was or not was the Three Witches couldn't be sure, because even their old master, Mo Bo Xun, had never seen this kind of gale.

After the wind of the desolate wind of Feilian, the tangible form of the qiē did not become empty, for example, the earth only became a desert, but it was transformed into a form of existence, which is still different from the legendary Kalijia wind.

At this time, the alien's eyes were shining, and the evil smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly he pressed the dog in his hand towards his treasure clothes, and the dog was sealed on his treasure clothes, and many divine beasts and monsters screamed and cursed in the seal of the treasure clothes, but people couldn't hear the dog's voice.

Yiren clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Oh, it's not easy, what kind of supernatural power is this? Why haven't you heard anyone talk about it?" Haven't you wandered around the heavens and all the worlds all these years, and what adventures have you gotten, what treasures or exercises do you have to share and share?"

Fei Lian nodded and said okay, and blew his lips again, and a more violent barren wind blew out, blowing towards the huge lotus platform of the alien, the first to suffer was the nearest Taiyin Zhenjun, this guy had not woken up from the shock, his body was blown by a barren wind, and when he hurriedly teleported to dodge, he left one of his legs and half of his ass at the scene, only to see that this leg and half of his ass weathered and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly became light smoke, and then it was gone.

Taiyin Zhenren, who didn't have a leg and half an ass, didn't feel much pain, but his pupils dilated, and he watched his legs and buttocks turn into light smoke like a ghost, and he was so shocked that he almost stopped breathing.

And this barren wind was not directed at Taiyin Zhenjun, but he happened to be in the middle and ate and fell.

Seeing that the Heavenly Maidens on both sides were still stunned, Yiren frowned, waved his big sleeves, rolled these people behind him, and stood out to face this terrible desolate wind.

At this time, the desolate wind had already blown in front of the Yiren, and in silence, it collided with the huge eight-colored lotus platform.

I saw that the lotus platform of the alien suddenly bloomed with eight-colored divine light, and the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and white divine light formed a huge enchantment, and I was left unmoved by the barren wind. The immeasurable divine light and the barren wind were entangled in friction, and no one could help anyone.

Fei Lian roared, and once again blew a bigger desolate wind, trying to disintegrate the Inhuman Lotus Terrace. And this lotus platform doesn't know what level of magic weapon it is, but it actually blooms with a more brilliant divine light to resist the erosion of the barren wind.

Fei Lian was angry, blew loudly, roared, and a barren wind blew out of his mouth, squeezing the two barren winds that had been blown out before to both sides of the lotus platform, and along the periphery of the divine light that bloomed on the lotus platform, towards the fire lion, Zhenjun, Tianzun and the Great Emperor behind the lotus platform, the power of the desolate ancient completely exploded, as if with boundless anger to deconstruct the encounter of a qiē.

The four fire lions behind the Inhuman Lotus Platform saw the barren wind coming, and they were so frightened that they roared and scurried around, and the three true monarchs hurriedly teleported to a place where the barren wind could not blow, and some fast-moving Tianzun also escaped from the range of the barren wind, but some Tianzun and most of the Great Emperors, especially those heavenly maidens, golden boys and jade girls, or something, where did they have time to react?

A cruel smile hung on the corner of Fei Lian's mouth, stretched out his middle finger towards Yiren, and said lightly: "Chrysanthemums are not guaranteed"

What kind of barren wind is this, five hundred Tianzun went to two hundred, and only a few hundred were left of the three thousand emperors, and the prestige of the alien was swept away in an instant, is this still the alien who is rampant in the Taoist heavens and no one dares to provoke?

At this moment, Inhuman stood up from the lotus platform, his evil eyes bloodshot with anger, and a dark cloud filled his right eye, making him look like a god and demon.

The Inhuman spoke, his voice full of suppressed anger and cold demonism:

"You will all die, and no one will leave alive. My words are the words of God, and the words I speak are the words of the devil."

As he spoke, Yiren's hand was raised, and a very ordinary-looking purple bamboo jade pipe pen appeared in his hand.

I saw that he had a fluttering coat, three thousand zhang long hair, a purple jade pen tube in his hand out of thin air, some purple ancient characters several zhang long some like bells and drums, some like silk strings, some like pipes, vibrating and dancing in the void, as if alive, emitting various heavenly sounds, playing a sad and resentful tune.

These tunes form bursts of sound waves in the void, entering the ear drums of people, and then entering the soul of people, wisps and rumblings, trying to detain and destroy everyone's soul.

The alien stood on the lotus platform and yelled hideously: "Look at me, I am high in the Divine Xiaoyu Halal King Zishu Dafa." The sound of the sky—"

Those big purple characters in the void swept towards Fei Lian, Pingping, the Five Thunder Kings and their Thunder Soldiers and Thunder Generals, as well as Xiao Lei Lei, Xiao Su Mei Paper, the Three Witches, the Star Officials, the Star Lords, and the Star Monarchs.

Everywhere Tianyin went, nothing was missed, and in the shock of sound waves and songs, the already wretched land on the second side of the wall was even more shattered, the desert turned into dust, the mountains became depressions, the rivers dried up, all living beings died instantly, and the libraries protected by the great array exploded one by one, becoming flat ground. The low-level thunder soldiers and thunder generals and star lords didn't have time to scream, they were destroyed by bursts of sound waves, and for a while, blood rained all over the sky, flesh and mud splashed, and Bisu II became a terrifying Shura field.

The alien was still writing in the void, and the big purple characters with the breath of death flew up and danced in the air, which was the dance of the god of death.

Fei Lian retreated, and the wind blew in his mouth to disintegrate the big characters that flew in, but more big characters flew towards him, and for a while he was a little in a hurry, and he didn't care about taking care of the other people on the second side of the wall. Fei Lian's eyes cracked, and he roared: "Pingping-"

So Pingphong didn't need him to greet him at all, and had already summoned a bigger rain, forming a rain curtain hundreds of feet thick, trying to block those dancing characters and void flying sounds from the outside.

However, these large characters have a tremendous penetrating power, and although the purple appears a little fainter when passing through the rain curtain, it still echoes the song of death and rolls in circles like waves towards everyone.

The star official and the star monarch who were resisting in front of Xiao Su Mei Paper screamed and turned into blood, water and flesh, and Xiao Su Mei Paper was protected by the three witches and retreated into the distance.

The tears in Xiao Sumei's eyes can drown the entire planet, this is her home, but this home is now suffering a catastrophe.

The five thunder kings smashed down the thunder and lightning in the sky at the same time, the thunder gong hammered the drum, and the electric mother released the lightning, turning the place where the alien was into a thunder pool and a sea of lightning in an instant, and the indiscriminate attack was terrifying.

But Yiren didn't care, he urged the divine light of Liantai to protect the survivors of his side inside, and the purple tube flying book in his hand, with words in his mouth:

"Humanity is slim—

Immortal Dao is reckless

Hell-witted

When life is the door

The high is refreshing

Tragic Song of Space

But I want to curb people

Cut off the door to human life"

With the unleashing of the Alien Flying Sound Dafa, a tragic tragedy began to be staged. No one could stop his murderous aura and murderous intent.

This Dafa from his ancestor Primordial True King, not to mention the world, even if it is the immortal realm, it is a first-class Dafa. The great technique of the primordial true king, who dares to say that it can be resisted?

Even if it is the ancient rain master Pingping, even if it is Feng Bo Feilian, even if it is the Thunder King of the Five Directions, even if it is the Thunder Gong Lightning Mother Tuiyun Boy, he does not dare to say that under such a powerful and irresistible technique, he can always be unharmed. All the low-level ants are dead, and the rest don't know how long they can last.

The sound of the sky, the sound of extinction.

At this time, the Zhenwu Emperor and the mighty Northern Qisu Army, who had arrived thousands of miles away, all stopped advancing.

Emperor Zhenwu's already dark face was even darker.

He transmitted the message to the Northern Seven Hosts, and asked all the generals and troops to withdraw to their respective stars, because he had already felt the irresistible sound of flying in the sky, these soldiers and the Divine Generals and the Star Monarch and the like, how many people died, instead of this, why send them to death?

The solemn expression of the Seven Hosts issued one command after another, and the neat team turned back.

The Seven Masters stood beside the Emperor Zhenwu, looking at Zhenwu anxiously.

Zhenwu sneered, and suddenly shouted:

"Go-"

The snake-like hair on his head changed with immeasurable sword light, and he slashed towards Bisu II at an incredible speed.