I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 420 The Red-haired Monster
"This is impossible!"

Not only the city god who showed his holiness in front of ordinary people, but also the magic monks who hid in the wilderness and used special means to observe the movement in the city also exclaimed. They also saw the scene where Feng Bingwen disappeared into the city dragging the coffin.

"Earth Immortal? How is this possible?"

Some demonic monks have been frightened into stupidity. Not even one of them has reached that level. It is possible to move forward.

They were sent to the rear of the Nine Continents of the human race to toss, and they knew what they were being treated by those big figures in the demonic way.

But even if they are regarded as abandoned children who can be discarded at any time, it does not mean that they have no chance of survival. As long as they are lucky enough to save their lives and return to the sect, this experience alone can make their cultivation path , to achieve a leap-forward improvement.

But it's different now, although judging from their sneak peeps during this period of time, the young-looking monk doesn't look like an earth immortal, but the hand he just showed has already explained a lot.

These days, there aren't too many people who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. If it's really an Earth Immortal with hidden cultivation, it's not difficult for them to see it.

Thinking of this, this group of demonic monks who are stirring up wind and rain are dripping with cold sweat. Some of them are timid or more clever, and they all start to think about how to put oil on the soles of their feet, and prepare to run away.

Stirring the wind and the rain, it ended up tossing on the head of an earth fairy.

"My lord, I suddenly remembered that I still have a pot of Baiying Soul Refining Pill that I am about to master..."

Among the demonic monks who thought more and more fearfully, one of them wanted to run away immediately and took action, but just as soon as he gave the reason, people started talking one after another.

"The Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Pool I've refined is still short of the last magic ban!"

"It's a coincidence, I'm also refining a soul banner..."

All kinds of past reasons that were still mentioned at first glance appeared at this moment, and even the principals who were also determined to run away were silent for a moment when they heard these excuses.

However, the next moment, his figure was like a candle that had been extremely hot, and it melted in an instant, melted into a puddle of viscous liquid, merged into the shadows, and disappeared.

"This old thing runs pretty fast!"

"It's so stupid!"

Seeing the person in charge who ran away without saying a word, the rest of the magic monks also cursed, and then dispersed in a rush, and no one moved slowly. If they really waited for the earth fairy to come out and want to liquidate them, these small characters, it would be a shame. Don't be too easy.

But at this moment, in the eyes of these demon monks, the "earth fairy" Feng Bingwen, who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and puts a long line to catch big fish, has entered the state of fighting skills at this moment.

Feng Bingwen has already summoned the five accompanying spirits. As for the only immortal weapon in his hand that can be used for killing, it is also hanging above his head, with one hundred and eight killing swords clanging loudly.

And the reason why Feng Bingwen was so dignified and put on a state of going all out was naturally because of the coffin he dragged into the blessed land.

The coffin cover has been lifted. At this time, the coffin, which is only a few feet long, has turned into a volcano that is erupting. Hot streams of flames flow out of it, turning everything around the coffin into lava. , like hell.

Looking at the slowly spreading lava field that can be observed by ordinary eyes, Feng Bingwen's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and before the things in the coffin crawled out, he began to distort his blessed land.

Such an exaggerated performance naturally reminded Feng Bingwen that it has left a strong mark in the history of the rise of the human race. Even among ordinary people, there are terrifying monsters with their legends circulating.

Drought!

Apart from this kind of mythical monster, Feng Bingwen never thought of any other being lying in a coffin that could create such a terrifying scene.

If he was afraid, he certainly didn't have it. He had come into contact with more than one real mythical creature, the real dragon, the Golden Crow, the Kunpeng, and even turned both ends.

Compared with these mythical species with great reputation, the character of a monster like Hanba is more than a little bit worse.

But Feng Bingwen also knew that neither the Golden Crow nor the Kunpeng, whose bodies he had really grasped, had not reached their true peak, and they had tapped out all the potential contained in their blood.

But the drought man in front of him is different. Even if he has not climbed out of the coffin, Feng Bingwen believes that this thing can really cause the terrifying scene described in the history books. The place where it appears, There will be no moisture left in the air.

Shila-

There was a short and rapid ear-piercing sound of rubbing. It was sharp nails scratching the hard metal, and a claw with scarlet hair hanging down on the edge of the coffin, and then a monster sat up from the coffin.

The blazing hot stream gushing out from him that distorts and melts everything can't block Feng Bingwen's gaze. He has mastered the Golden Crow True Fire and even has a certain understanding of this ethnic group, so he still has some unique advantages in this regard. Advantage.

But even so, Feng Bingwen couldn't see the appearance of this monster clearly, because it had thick and thick red hairs on its body, and these hairs, which were harder than steel needles, covered everything on his body, including its face. It can only be roughly seen that it is humanoid.

"..."

The scorching gaze fell on him, and Feng Bingwen could feel the indifferent gaze under the thick hair, which was his disregard for life and all things.

Without any hesitation, accompanied by a burst of purple thunder, a killing sword directly split the flame stream with lightning speed, and stabbed the monster's spirit.

Purple Cloud God Thunder · Punish Evil
clang~
The well-known Shenxiao Tianlei combined with Feng Bingwen's understanding of the way of swordsmanship to deliver this almost fatal blow. Feng Bingwen can guarantee that even a human immortal who practices martial arts, under his sword, will not be defeated. It will turn into coke that will be torn apart, and there is no reason to survive.

But when the sword landed on the top of the monster's head, there was a booming and concussive sound like that of a great bell, and even the rolling thunder sound caused by the burst of divine thunder was suppressed for a while.

"What the hell!"

Even though he tentatively initiated this sword attack, which was no different from a sneak attack, when he saw the result of this sword, after only cutting off a few hairs from the red-haired monster, even Feng Bingwen The mentality is good, and I can't help cursing.

The strength of this physique is too outrageous, and his sword stabbed the spirit of the sky. Logically speaking, the position of a humanoid creature is probably the gate of life, but the result is also obvious.

What makes Feng Bingwen even more helpless is that he has just achieved certain results in the Zixiao Divine Thunder, although it is only one of the evil-killing divine thunders, even in terms of combat performance, it is a bit too hip.

Of course, Feng Bingwen also knew that the occurrence of this kind of thing could not be entirely attributed to supernatural powers. After all, the performance of this supernatural power has already been proved by immortals.

In this way, it can only explain one thing, either Feng Bingwen's supernatural powers are not perfect, or the physical strength of this monster has exceeded the range that Feng Bingwen, a little fairy, can handle.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain it. Under the blessing of Shenlei, it doesn't make sense that a killing sword can't split the monster's sky spirit.

"die!"

However, at this time, Feng Bingwen didn't have the chance to think too much. His sword seemed to have stabbed the monster that had just risen from the coffin, and made its stagnant thinking become active.

Even if there is not much wisdom in the indifferent eyes, even ants that have almost no intelligence and rely entirely on instinct will instinctively fight back when they are attacked, let alone this kind of monster .

Eliminate all threats that affect your own existence as far as possible, this is something you don't need to think about!

boom!
Layers upon layers of air explosion rings spread over Feng Bingwen's blessed land, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm water surface, causing circles of ripples, causing the entire lake to be in constant turmoil.

In fact, with just a simple blow, Feng Bingwen, which can be called a barren blessed land, was indeed in turmoil for it. The strong shock, whether it was the only remaining human race gathering place in the center of the blessed land, or All the monsters bred in the purple mountain in the northwest corner felt it.

However, the survivors of the human race in the center of the blessed land could only tremble at this moment, and the only thing they could do was to offer incense to the immortal statue standing in the center of the gathering place and pray for protection.

As for the others, nothing can be done. In contrast, Zishan Mountain in the northwest is calmer. Those monsters born under the insignificant power radiation of giant beasts outside the territory hardly have much wisdom. Although I feel panic instinctively, but It didn't take long before they all calmed down again, trying to break through the blockade and go to a farther boundary.

"As expected of a monster at the ancestor level of zombies!"

Feng Bingwen, who dodged the simple and pure punch, stared at the monster several feet high with indifferent eyes, and couldn't help expressing emotion.

"This physique is really too strong!"

Because in order to swing this punch at him, this Hanba directly endured a round of strangulation by the sword formation, and had to break through the blockade of Feng Bingwen's five spirits protecting the way.Then, Feng Bingwen hid, avoiding his sharp edge.

Whether it's his sword array or the supernatural powers of the five body-protecting spirits, it can't be said that there is no damage to this drought cat, it can only be said that it is scraping, which is better than nothing.

Hanba is a kind of zombie, but it has already stood at the apex that zombies can reach. Just walking around can cause natural disasters for thousands of miles, which is the best proof.

Zombies are Yin objects, but they are formed by psychic psychic gathering of earth veins and yin energy.Ordinary zombies are not too cold to the bone, at least they don't have any temperature.

However, the existence of Hanba is like an active volcano. For zombies, such a change will appear, indicating that the transformation of the essence has been completed, and the cathode is positive.

At this level, even if it was originally a Yin spirit, the harm it possesses cannot be ignored even by an immortal.

"Roar!"

To Feng Bingwen's surprise and admiration, the zombie ancestor who seemed to have no wisdom, let alone any normal thinking, just responded with a roar, causing waves to stir up waves in the sky that had been calm just now.

"Conventional means are useless!"

Feng Bingwen rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches. Whether it was swordsmanship or Leifa, Feng Bingwen felt that his level should be above the average level of his fellow practitioners.

Even if it was another immortal, whether it was a sword immortal or Lei Xiu, as long as he was in the same realm as him, there should be no way to deal with this monster.

To erase this monster from this world, the only way is to use a higher level of power to crush it with crushing advantages.

But apart from this pure and extreme violence, there is a compromise method, banning!
This is also the most commonly used method by cultivators, especially against monsters like Hanba whose physique is ridiculously strong and beyond common sense.

Taoism and supernatural powers can't be killed, so use time, even the celestial beings who claim to prove Taoism and longevity, in the long river of time, more than one or two have fallen.

Feng Bingwen also wants to learn from those Taoist seniors, but the only thing in his hands that is suitable for sealing is his barren blessed land, so go straight out and throw the Hanba in it. There is nothing good in the blessed land.

But this affected Feng Bingwen's follow-up plan. He planned to build this blessed land into a training place for those mediocre and uncultivable disciples.

No matter how you think about it, Feng Bingwen is not reconciled to abandoning it just for a mere drought, let alone the fact that this monster in front of him is the chief culprit of all the tragedies he has seen these days.

"In this case, then use some unconventional means!"

Facing the cold gaze of the red-haired monster opposite, Feng Bingwen put away the ancient sword tower, and waved back the five guardian spirits, ignoring their worried thoughts, and walked towards Hanba with bare hands !
And this monster who didn't know how many people were slaughtered or indirectly hurt, saw Feng Bingwen's appearance, but he was not polite at all. The body covered by the thick red hair disappeared directly in place, leaving only There was an afterimage.

boom--

There was a roaring sound that made people's eardrums explode. At that moment just now, it seemed that thousands of thunderbolts burst together, and the slender black cracks like hairs flashed in the sky, like an illusion.

"It doesn't feel bad!"

Feng Bingwen, who had turned into a body of six feet, pinched the claws of the monster stretching towards his chest with his bare hands, and a bright smile appeared on his face, because he felt the great power that made his body boil.

(End of this chapter)