Chapter 316 The Immortals Are Hard to Save
"This...what's going on..."
Seeing the surging thunder force spreading to the surroundings like a tsunami, it suddenly stopped spreading and quickly gathered towards the central area.
Many cultivators in the distant sky all looked dazed and puzzled, not knowing what happened.
"Boom boom..."
And just when many cultivators were shocked, the speed of the thunder energy gathering towards the central area became even faster. Seen from the sky, it almost formed a huge vortex.
In less than three breaths, all the thunder power on the ground was completely absorbed and disappeared without a trace.
Only Qin Feng with a calm face was left, and the fat monk who was still in shock.
"So much thunder power, can it be completely absorbed?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Feng's mouth, and he said in a little surprise.
In his hand, there was a silver token with crackling thunder and lightning, which contained amazing power of thunder.
This is the token he obtained from the opponent when he beheaded Nanman Shifeng, and it was left by the legendary Thunder Supreme.
The token is not only made of special materials, but also contains a powerful ancient formation that can absorb the power of thunder.
But Qin Feng didn't expect that the token could easily absorb the thunder energy that erupted from the detonation of Wan Lei Tian's array just now.
"You...you are not afraid of such a terrifying power of thunder, and you have absorbed them all?!"
Qian Changfeng stared wide-eyed, looking at the unharmed Qin Feng, said in disbelief.
Not only him, but the old man in black robe beside him was also very shocked.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Because no one knows better than them how terrifying the energy produced by the Ten Thousand Thunder Sky Detonation Formation just now is.
"Didn't you say that if I can survive, I will take off my head and kick it as a ball?"
Qin Feng glanced at Qian Changfeng in the distant sky, and said, "Let me help you!"
After the words fell, he sighed softly.
A sword beam shot towards Qian Changfeng immediately.
Although the sword light is almost transparent, like a breeze, the sword intent contained in it is extremely terrifying, and the void trembles wherever it passes.
"No!"
Qian Changfeng saw the bursting sword glow, felt how terrifying the sword intent contained in it, and immediately uttered a desperate roar.
At this moment, he threw out all the treasures in the ring, trying to block Qin Feng's sword light.
The black-robed old man beside him crazily gathered his aura in front of him.
However, everything they did was in vain.
This sword light seemed to be unstoppable, and it penetrated everything in an instant.
"Pfft..."
A bloody light emerged, and the heads of Qian Changfeng and the black-robed old man beside him were all beheaded, and blood gushed out.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the heads of the two of them fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.
The body was separated, even if the gods came, they could not save them.
The world suddenly fell into silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Qin Feng in astonishment.
That terrifying Lei Hai just now, who seemed about to destroy the world, didn't hurt Qin Feng at all?
On the contrary, Qian Changfeng was easily obliterated?
Who is this person? It's too strong!
At this time, Qin Feng had a calm expression on his face, as if what he killed just now was not the son of the Zijin Chamber of Commerce president, but an ant.
"We should go."
Qin Feng glanced at the fat man beside him, and said calmly.
"Go! Hurry up!"
The fat monk recovered from his shock and nodded repeatedly, baring his teeth.
Afterwards, the figures of Qin Feng and the fat monk flew up and disappeared into the night.
"hiss..."
The rest of the cultivators looked at each other and couldn't help but gasped.
After tonight, the Nine Profound Realm and the nearby regions will probably be shaken!
Qian Changfeng is the most beloved son of the chairman of the Zijin Chamber of Commerce, and he is ready to take over as the chairman in the future. Now that he is killed like this, isn't the chairman of the Zijin Chamber of Commerce going crazy?
Even those veterans of the Zijin Chamber of Commerce who looked down on Qian Changfeng would definitely have to let Qin Feng die after they heard the news.
Because this concerns the face of the entire Zijin Chamber of Commerce.
The Zijin Chamber of Commerce will definitely not stop there.
"I'm afraid another kill order is about to come out."
Someone couldn't help but sigh.
.....
In the sky three hundred miles away.
"Hiss...It hurts the Buddha to death."
The fat monk bared his teeth, looked at Qin Feng beside him and said, "Boy, you have so many treasures on your body that you can even absorb such terrifying thunder waves.
Tell the truth, how many ancient tombs have you dug! "
Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. Listening to what the fat monk meant, he didn't dig graves less often.
He said lightly: "I can't do such a wicked thing."
"You kid ran away just now, let me carry the thunder by myself, isn't it wicked enough?"
The fat monk's ass hurt again, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, the Buddha doesn't care about you, give me the purple golden bowl!"
The fat monk did help Qin Feng today, and he had already promised the old monk to return the purple gold bowl to the fat monk, so he didn't play tricks on the fat monk anymore.
Instead, he directly took out the purple gold bowl and handed it over.
"Say hello to that old monk for me."
Qin Feng said lightly.
After all, he crushed the scroll directly, and his figure disappeared into the night.
The fat monk was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what he was talking about, and said, "Fuck! Boy, you're playing tricks on me!"
He was curious about why Qin Feng was so forthright, so he returned the Zijin Bowl to him, and he hadn't refined the Zijin Bowl for such a long time.
Now I finally understand that it must be the remnant soul of the eminent monk in the Zijin bowl who spoke.
Qin Feng originally intended to give this purple gold bowl to him, but today he was struck by lightning for nothing.
However, although the fat monk was angry in his heart, he didn't bother Qin Feng anymore. The imprint in the purple gold bowl had been erased, and he wanted to refine it again.
He couldn't lose this purple golden bowl again.
In the next moment, the fat monk folded his hands together and uttered a strange Buddhist sound. In the next moment, his figure was wrapped in a golden light and disappeared.