Chapter 922: Post-war epiphany!

Chapter 922: Post-war epiphany!

"Dead?"

"Really dead?"

"Feng Nirvana is dead!"

The hundreds of millions of Imperial Dao monks who were watching the battle in Wuya Domain were all looking up as if they were in a dream. They only felt that there were turbulent waves in their hearts, as well as endless inconceivability. They were clearly Eighth Realm monks, like gods. He was so unattainable, but died right in front of his eyes, the impact was too great.

…

"Dead!" The ancestor of the Ancestral Star Taoism also stared blankly. This sudden change was too fast, but in an instant, he was horrified by the death of the Eighth Realm monk in front of him. He was surprised by the piece of magic paper, He was also shocked by the origin of the fiery red cauldron, and at the same time he looked at the man in green shirt on the stage.

"Boom~!" Feng Zhanqiong was about to go crazy. There was endless anger in his eyes. He felt that Feng Nie's soul was overflowing until it completely disappeared, erupting in shocking fluctuations, but the 'woman of Tianyuan Taoism' The man from the Anyuan Taoist lineage, the head of the Chong family, and others no longer stopped him.

People are dead.

What are you trying to do?

Even if they were to stop him, it was because the affairs of the Taoist Academy had nothing to do with them. Waves of power erupted outside the martial arts arena, sweeping across the entire Martial Cliff Region. The Jiuqu Sword Master also said indifferently: "Feng Nie is dead, I hope you will be more sensible! "

Feng Zhanqiong's face was ferocious, and he roared: "How can I calm down!" Although it caused roars, he finally knew that the matter was settled. He regretted that he should have taken action that day and directly crushed the ant, even if it provoked Taihang Dao Zun Ye should have killed him when he was weak, rather than what has become the trend now.

"Let's go!" Feng Zhanqiong stared at Chu Xun with his deep eyes, and then waved his big hand and took the Feng clan members away. This was a huge blow to the Feng clan.

…

…

In the arena.

It was already riddled with holes.

Even the formation.

Also dilapidated.

"Buzz!"

Chu Xun's thoughts were surging, but he was constantly weakening the formation. It took him several breaths to disintegrate it. In the previous confrontation, Feng Nie was unable to escape because of this. He still had to concentrate on counting. Information, in the eyes of the opponent, can only be cracked by brute force.

If Feng Nie didn't have a blazing murderous intention towards him, he would be fully qualified to tear apart this formation with a piece of magic paper, and he could also calmly retreat to other star fields and greedily devour the aura of the starry sky. The final outcome may not be He would die; but he wanted to kill himself. Although the old man's palm was terrifying, it was all blocked by the Tianyan Cauldron, and the remaining palm power was not enough to tear the arena apart.

"it's over!"

"Feng Nie is dead!"

"The enemy's revenge has been avenged!"

Chu Xun murmured softly, feeling more relaxed than ever before. When he set foot outside the territory, he had worried that Feng Nie had better be alive or in his prime. But as he understood Feng Nie's status, it was like a pressure on his shoulders. , and now I am finally free, the cause and effect has faded away, there is still a sense of relief, and the hardships of this battle, all kinds of enlightenment, are endless.

"Go practice!"

"Leave this place to us!"

"Go back quickly~!"

Lord of the Galaxy.

Jiuqujianzun.

Phantom Wings Real Person.

The three vice-presidents of the Taoist Academy all smiled. They understood Chu Xun's current situation very well. It is mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful. If you grasp it in time, you may not be able to gain new harvests.

"Okay!" Chu Xun nodded.

…

…

Taoist temple.

Back mountain.

Sitting there cross-legged, he closed his eyes and the details about this battle kept coming. As he reviewed it, he discovered his own shortcomings. He also reflected on himself from the opponent's fight. He saw the crudeness of the sword style, and also Seeing the roughness of the other methods, if Confucianism and Taoism had not been used, this battle would have been even more difficult.

"The way of the sword still needs to be perfected!"

"There are also some shortcomings in terms of realm!"

"There are too few trump cards!"

As he murmured, his mind gradually went from being in trance, to being surrounded by the rhyme of the Tao, and then to a deep enlightenment. He was completely unaware of the passage of time, but one year after another flew by. In the blink of an eye, the distance from that battle had passed. 300 years later, the details of that battle are still circulated in the Taihang Dao domain.

Everyone who saw it was astonished, thinking it was the most splendid confrontation in their lives, while those who were born late and did not see it only secretly resented the injustice of God, and at the same time listened to the other party's bragging in restaurants and tea shops, The Taoist Academy has further consolidated its position, firmly occupying the first place with one sect and four eight realms.

At the same time, several of his disciples were also breaking through the seven realms one after another. That battle was also a guide for the practitioners in the Tao domain. They could clearly see how the future road should be taken. The breakthroughs they had made through the breakthrough were unknown. , but the protagonist disappeared after the battle that day.

400 years.

500 years.

600 years.

…

Years fly by.

In the blink of an eye, the new enrollment day of Taihang Taoist School has arrived, but this day is more sensational than any other. Before, everyone thought that although Taihang Taoist School was inferior, other Taoist traditions were not that weak. , all have eight realms to guard them. If the journey is too far, the nearby ones are preferred.

But after that battle, countless people were impressed, and countless people came to be their disciples. Even the Lord of the Galaxy was surprised to be among the students in this class, and murmured: "There are several good talents!"

Jiuqujianzun also nodded slightly, and the person that both of them chose to recognize was naturally not an ordinary genius. This not only made the two of them happy, the Taoist Academy was prosperous, and they naturally had a bright face as the deputy dean, and they were worthy of being Taixing. The Taoist Master looked down with a cursory gaze and saw Jiang Chen, Liu Jian and other good young people. He couldn't help but murmured: "My Taoist Academy will have no worries for a million years!"

"Feng Clan... How to deal with them!" The incarnation of Huanyi Zhenren hesitated. Now the Daoyuan and Feng Clan have completely torn their faces apart. Since the death of Feng Nie, who was in the eighth realm, it has reached an irreversible point. Now Feng Clan still has an eighth realm, and he is not ordinary, but the peak of the eighth realm, with the same cultivation as Jiuqu Jianzun, and slightly higher than the Lord of the Galaxy.

The Lord of the Galaxy, Jiuqu Jianzun, also frowned. How to deal with Feng Clan has always been a big trouble. Even though the death of Feng Nie of Feng Clan has greatly weakened the status of Feng Clan, Feng Zhanqiong still maintains the transcendence of Feng Clan. How can a cultivator at the peak of the eighth realm be defeated so easily?

As for wanting to kill him, it is even more unreal. Even Chu Xun can defeat Feng Nie, but it is so difficult to kill him. If it is not for the right time, right place and right people, Feng Nie may not be killed. Feng Zhanqiong is not to mention that he is horrible and messy. He is determined to leave, and even if all the eight realms of Taihang Dao Domain are surrounded, he cannot be killed.

“See what he says…!” The Lord of the Galaxy cast his gaze on the back mountain. The man in green clothes who was practicing with his eyes closed had never woken up since his return.