Chapter 452 (1/2)
For a moment!
On the body of the girl in gold, there are Tao patterns.
Above the veins, there is also a red streamer, shining and shining.
This is the symbol of... Divine pulse!
Tianjiao exclaimed and was shocked: ”Shenmai, she is a talent of Shenmai!”
More Tianjiao echoed: ”the rosefinch spirit pulse is not an ordinary God pulse. Today I can be regarded as an eye opener.”
”Ha, it's terrible.” a jealous Tianjiao laughed sarcastically, ”it's no use to have a banana fan. The admiration is too low. Only the spirit king and the spirit emperor who opened the divine pulse can't deal with it.”
The spirit vein of rosefinch, the God of inheritance, is the king of Lingguang God.
At first, rosefinch was the four spirits of heaven. Later, it became a Dharma protector.
It is the God of the south, who is in charge of the seven nights in the south.
Although it didn't rank above the 100 divine veins ranking list, its power is not weaker than some of the lower ranked divine veins on the 100 divine veins ranking list.
The rosefinch spirit pulse is also juxtaposed with the white tiger spirit pulse, the green dragon spirit pulse, the Xuanwu spirit pulse and the Yellow Dragon Spirit pulse.
The green dragon in the East, the white tiger in the west, the rosefinch in the south, the Xuanwu in the north, and the Yellow Dragon in the middle.
Although rosefinch is very similar to Phoenix in some aspects, rosefinch is not Phoenix.
However, rosefinch should be closer to Phoenix, just like Xuanwu and turtle.
The spirit pulse of rosefinch appears on Feng Xian. Jun Mu Qian is not surprised.
The Phoenix string has the blood of the ancient Phoenix in her body. She opens the spirit vein of the rosefinch, which is far better than other spiritual practices.
However, Jun Mu Qian still didn't pay attention.
Even Kong Yuyu's Mingwang spirit pulse was suppressed by her in the end. It's just a rosefinch spirit pulse. It can't enter the stream at all.
She stood there with her arms around her, watching the Phoenix string open the rosefinch spirit pulse, and her breath was boundless.
”Mu Qian, didn't you expect?” Feng Xian stared at the woman in purple and suddenly laughed loudly, ”I'm a god pulse talent!”
”Hahaha, I didn't use my real strength because I didn't want to argue with you. As a result, you didn't toast and punish me. You forced me to open the rosefinch spirit pulse to kill you. You're really arrogant!”
Her use of rosefinch's spirit pulse was personally taught by Kong Huangyu.
I'm afraid this human will never meet a god pulse with such a high ranking as the Ming King's spirit pulse in his life. This time, Mu Qian will lose.
”Wrong.” Jun Mu shallow looked lazy and lifted his eyelids. ”This is not arrogance, this is self-confidence.”
Unfortunately, the last time she was dealing with Kong Yuyu, she had used the Xuantong ”deprivation” brought to her by the Hunyuan spirit pulse.
And because the Ming King's spiritual pulse is too strong, the mysterious communication of her divine pulse is still disabled.
If not, let the pheasant taste the taste of falling from genius to the bottom,
”Confident?” hearing the speech, Feng Xian was very funny. ”Then I want to see if you can be confident in a while!”
She raised her hand and drank: ”rosefinch explosion!”
”Boom!”
The flames spread all over the sky, and a cluster of flames and air currents suddenly ignited.
Then, the red light condensed into a huge seal. In the seal, there was a divine bird spreading its wings to fly.
With the momentum of thunder, he attacked the woman in purple.
”Buzz -”
The air was also cut apart by the flame like a knife. Vaguely, I heard a sharp cry and broke my eardrum.
The air is spinning forward, and its speed is too fast to stop!
The divine pulse of the seventh level spirit emperor is Xuantong, so strong!
”Ha ha!” Feng Xian laughed wildly again, so that the white hairpin flowers on her head fell off, ”Mu Qian, you're going to die, you're really going to die this time, I see you...”
The laughter suddenly stopped, and Feng Xian was stunned. His eyes almost stared out, and his face was unbelievable.
Because
She unexpectedly saw that the woman in purple was unharmed under the explosion of such a powerful rosefinch!
Moreover, there is no fluctuation of spiritual power on him!
In other words, Jun Muqian stood there and carried her rosefinch explosion with his body.
Feng Xian lost his voice: ”it's impossible!”
The rosefinch spirit pulse didn't rank in the list of 100 divine veins, but only brought her two Xuantong.
The rosefinch explosion is her strongest divine pulse to attack Xuantong. Don't mention the spirit king. Even if Beiming doesn't resist under this move, he will be seriously injured.
This
Feng Xian couldn't believe it. With her red eyes, she gathered her spiritual power again and shouted: ”rosefinch explosion!”
”Boom boom!”
This time, all Tianjiao saw clearly.
When the flame and air flow rushed into the woman in purple with an unstoppable trend, it was like falling into the endless water flow, so it was extinguished out of thin air.
There's not even a spark left!
”God...” the previously mocking spiritual wood looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't say a word.
Is this... Is this still human?
Pervert!
Monster!
Feng Xian's face turned white bit by bit. She took a few steps back and couldn't believe it.
”In front of this seat -” Jun Mu Qian stood there, as calm as a mountain. She just raised her eyes and smiled, ”it's better not to make hot work.”
Whether it's the fire of rosefinch or the fire of candle dragon, it won't hurt her.
The fire of chaos is proud of everything.
The only fire that can hurt her is the fire of the same origin as the fire of chaos.
”I don't believe it! I don't believe it!” Feng Xian roared angrily. She clenched her fist and all the nerves in her brain were broken. ”Mu Qian, I must kill you!”
She looked up at the sky and shouted, ”Zhu, que, Ba, dance!”
”唳 -”
Huge birds slowly take shape in the air, with red pupils and red beak. They are majestic and spread their wings.
It was surrounded by fire clouds, surrounded by white fog, which set off the elegance and sanctity of this bird.
Feng Xian smiled fiercely: ”Mu Qian, if you don't die this time, I won't be Feng!”
She suddenly raised her arm: ”rosefinch, go!”
”Shua!”
In an instant, the rosefinch came roaring with the potential of dark clouds over the city!
The breath of Phoenix string reached its peak at this moment.
Not surprisingly, some Tianjiao of the spiritual emperor's cultivation will be blown to ashes in an instant.
Mu Qian will die.
However
Feng Xian's voice broke her throat. She said angrily, ”no -!”
I saw that the rosefinch Ba dance was controlled and couldn't get close to the woman in purple at all.
Beside the red flame of rosefinch, there is a circle of golden red flame.
”No! No --!” Feng Xian was close to collapse, crying and laughing, ”fake, it must be fake!”