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Chapter 908: Lei Zhenzi's Secret!

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    Everyone looked at Lei Zhenzi, this is exactly what everyone found strange, even sentient beings didn't know why Lei Zhenzi knew.

    Lei Zhenzi was at a loss for words for a while, but actually how he knew this secret was a secret related to himself.

    Although Lei Zhenzi's cultivation base was not considered strong back then, he was not considered strong either. Why did his cultivation base suddenly improve by leaps and bounds? Although his blood was part of the reason, it must be known that Lei Zhenzi's aptitude was not good, and his  The bloodline was just the flawed Thunder bloodline, and he had the Thunder bloodline which he passed on later with the explosion of his cultivation.

    During the Conferred God period, he only had the wind and thunder wings, and the wind and thunder wings were still owned by the devouring fruit, and they were not his own at all.

    Although Lei Zhenzi was able to become a god back then, he was unable to improve his cultivation, so he traveled to the prehistoric times.

    If talking about the strongest thunder in the prehistoric world, it must be Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder.

    Back then, Lei Zhenzi accidentally found the place where the ancestor of thunder, Wu Qiangliang, had fallen. He refined the incomplete body of Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, and fused his own wings of wind and thunder to possess the so-called thunder blood.

    However, this also led to the alienation of Lei Zhenzi's physique, transforming into the body of the Wu clan, so Lei Zhenzi is equivalent to becoming the body of the great witch of the Wu clan.

    Transformed by the Pangu Yuanshen, Sanqing is the real Pangu orthodox sect. However, he has always been disdainful and dissatisfied with the Twelve Ancestral Witches of another lineage who are also Pangu authentic.

    In Sanqing's view, the so-called Twelve Ancestral Witches are the transformation of Pangu's blood essence and the most turbid air of heaven and earth, which are equivalent to parasites that grow on Pangu's blood essence.

    Just such a parasite deserves to be compared with them?

    Lei Zhenzi is a disciple of Chanjiao, and he is also a member of the Eastern Heavenly Court. It would be fine if he was the leader of Tongtian Cult, as there is no discrimination in teaching.

    Among the three Qings, Yuanshi Tianzun, the sage who explained the teachings, was the most repulsive to aliens, and even because of the doctrine of cutting off the teachings, he did not show color to his fellow brother, the Master Tongtian.

    If Yuanshi Tianzun knew that Lei Zhenzi was a member of the witch clan, even if the Jade Emperor didn't care, Yuanshi Tianzun would execute Lei Zhenzi himself.

    Lei Zhenzi was in a state of distress. He originally intended to target the Central Spirit Emperor, but he never expected that Bu Feifan would inadvertently poke him in the painful foot.

    The surrounding atmosphere was a bit abnormal, Lei Zhenzi's gaze was unusually sharp, as if two sharp swords pierced through his pupils, the atmosphere was frozen, and even the air seemed to stagnate faintly.

    Bu Feifan sensed the other party's gaze, raised his head without thinking, and looked at him, his eyes interlaced like blades.

    Bu Feifan's aura is restrained, as a Taixue, if he doesn't make a move, he looks like an ordinary person. At a glance, there is no fluctuation of cultivation in his body, but it is quite strange and difficult to see through.

    Seemingly aware of Bu Feifan's unusualness, Lei Zhenzi's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed through, then he retracted his falcon-like thunderous gaze, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

    He put away his stern face, returning to the coldness before, very cold.

    "Who are you!" He said coldly.

    "It doesn't matter who I am," Bu Feifei said with a light smile.

    Lei Zhenzi's eyes flashed, sharp eyes flashed sharply, and he looked straight at Bu Feifan.

    Having reached his level of cultivation, the six senses of the body are already extremely sharp, especially the airflow around him is even more subtle, and he can feel it immediately when he moves.

    In his induction, Bu Feifan, who seemed ordinary, seemed to hide a prehistoric beast in his body. A frightening and terrifying evil spirit was hidden in that fragile body.  It's chilling.

    Although the current Bu Feifan looks ordinary, like a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken, Lei Zhenzi also saw the shocking battle of the Six Kings alone just now, and the opponent's supernatural powers Confucianism is second.

    What's even more frightening is the opponent's qi and blood, like an ancient sacred furnace, with terribly strong qi and blood, like a body repairer.  Such a physique is hard to match even for the Wu Clan.

    Lei Zhenzi's face was a bit dignified. It had been a long time since he became a quasi-sage that no one dared to speak to him like this. This person was the first and will be the last.

    Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something. In terms of physique, as a Thunder bloodline, he was originally a great witch-level physique, and he was not weaker than the prehistoric races.

    Lei Zhenzi's eyes froze, his heart moved, and the power of Qi and blood in his body exploded, like a divine fire ignited, and even the monstrous evil spirit since the prehistoric slaughter began to boil.

    Bu Feifan was feeling amazed when suddenly there was a strong surge of qi and blood containing evil spirits.?Swooping towards him like a god and demon, the nothingness seems to be frozen invisibly, making people feel like falling into a cold cellar.

    This is a confrontation of momentum, the killing intent is condensed, and the artistic conception produced by the fusion of evil spirit and vigorous blood is used to attack.

    The three Senluo Yanjun standing beside them all unconsciously shuddered deeply, with constant fear in their hearts.

    The three of them were okay, they only suffered some aftermath of Lei Zhenzi's aggressive attack, but Bu Feifan was the first to bear the brunt of the terrible attack.

    "Aren't you very fighting?"

    Lei Zhenzi sneered secretly, and said coldly: "Huh? Xing Tian's fighting spirit, I have long wanted to learn it, but I want to see how you block my artistic conception!"

    Bu Feifan, who was in the center of the storm, clenched his fists slightly, and the originally quiet blood flowed faster under the skin. Under the vibration of the skin, a rush of blood appeared around him.

    The blood is soaring, like a scorching sun.

    Under the control of will, this majestic qi and blood suddenly strangled towards Lei Zhenzi. With an invisible roar, Lei Zhenzi's condensed qi and blood collapsed, and his body took a step back unconsciously.  , and then stomped his right foot vigorously to stop the body that continued to retreat.

    His body swayed slightly, his face was slightly pale, and his originally bright eyes were slightly dimmed.

    Lei Zhenzi strongly felt the turbulent Qi and blood fluctuations in Bu Feifei's body, and his heart was very shaken.

    It's unbelievable that this kid can shake him with arrogance, and this seemingly weak body actually has such a terrifying blood.

    In fact, Lei Zhenzi completely misunderstood it. Although the effect of Bu Feifan's Nine Apertures to Sacred Heart has entered a cooling down with time.

    However, the various poems on his body have increased countlessly, whether it is the supreme demon body in "Seeking Demon", the golden armor in "Fu Ju", and Xing Tian's fighting spirit.

    Although the power of the Nine Orifices to the Sacred Heart disappeared, Bu Feifan had already made preparations for fear of being targeted, so he hid all the power of the poetry amplification effect from the beginning and restrained it in the body.

    In this way, once he does not take the initiative to do something, no one can see through his physical state.

    And as Bu Feifan entered the realm of the Emperor of Heaven again and again, under that realm, he was almost one with the rules, and his understanding of the rules and the Dao had been deepened for a long time.

    The use of power and poetry is more flexible and skillful.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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