Feng Bingwen, who has already tested how powerful his current body is, is not interested in it. He has no idea of ​​continuing. His current body is so powerful that monks in the same realm or even a higher realm are desperate.

the point.

For them, he can be said to be invulnerable. Even if he stands still and lets those guys take action, it will probably take a long time to break through the defense.

It sounds extremely outrageous, but in actual practice it is also incredible. Even just the initial contact makes people doubt his identity as a Taoist master.

After all, in just over half a year, Feng Bingwen had achieved achievements that 99% of warriors in the world could only hope to surpass.

It seemed unfair. In fact, Feng Bingwen himself felt it was unfair. But thinking about the torture he went through when he got this body, he felt that everything was reasonable.

Even if he fell into hell and endured the punishment in purgatory, it would probably not be as painful as the pain he experienced when he integrated the innate source energy that the Supreme Being chopped off.

boom!

Feng Bingwen felt that his body had begun to move. As soon as he stepped on his feet, ripples spread from his feet, and his figure had disappeared in front of the many monks of the Ji family.

When the leader, Ji Changkong, had just thought of how fast, the next moment, his fists quickly expanded in front of his eyes, and the protective spell he cast on himself seemed to be the most fragile thing in the world.

Same, it breaks when touched.

But he was not a casual cultivator. He had nearly ten dozen magic weapons used for defense and protection. But at this time, these magic weapons were exploded one after another under Feng Bingwen's punch.

Dang~

Finally, a small rusty bronze bell jumped out from above his head, transformed into a size of about ten feet, and shed a hazy purple fairy light, shrouding his body, making it impossible for Feng Bingwen to maintain his terrifying power.

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“Interesting!”

Seeing this scene, Feng Bingwen smiled calmly. It was normal for disciples from aristocratic families to have magic weapons that could save their lives. However, even a disciple from an aristocratic family would never expect to be treated like him.

"You kid, what do you want to do?"

An angry old voice sounded, but Feng Bingwen's palm sank into nothingness. When it reappeared, he saw that he was already holding a halo of light emitting five colors of divine light.

Dang lang~
Chapter completed!