Chosen Man
The Power of the Holy Son
The figure of the Holy Son of Nirvana was very authoritative. When he exited the large hall, he casually stood there, emitting an aura that seemed as if he could swallow mountains and rivers.
From afar, the blind old man seemed to feel something. He raised his head slightly and said, "Young master, there's something strange about this brat."
Feng Zun said nonchalantly, "Do you feel that there is something wrong with his age and cultivation?"
The Blind Old nodded. "true."
“It's very normal. Sealing his age vitality and cultivation with secret techniques was enough to make him endure for countless years until his seal was destroyed, and then he would be able to awaken from his slumber.
Feng Zun said nonchalantly, "However, this kind of secret technique is usually understood in the ancient orthodoxy that Immortal God has within it. On the other hand, using this kind of secret technique not only consumed a lot of divine materials, the user also had to pay a certain price. "
"It's nice to meet you!"
In the distance, Holy Son of Nirvana clapped and praised, “I suspected earlier that you were the same as me, the two of us are characters who survived for 50y thousand years from the doom of the Heaven Guardians of Darkness. Now that I can see you in person it seems to be true my guess.”
The old blind man could not help but smile as he said with disdain, "Little friend, your discernment ability is even worse than mine, and you can be said to be blind."
Really joke. If Feng Zun persisted for tens of thousands of years his cultivation should now be at least at the Immortal God realm or even already be a God.
"So you're not?"
Holy Son Nirvana frowned, looking surprised.
After which, he shook his head and said with a smile, "No matter if it's true or not, now it doesn't mean right?"
“For someone who will die, this does not matter anymore.”
As Feng Zun spoke, he stepped forward.
The eyes of Holy Son Nirvana erupted with a purple divine light as he stared coldly at the approaching Feng Zun. "You want to fight? Fine, I want to see if you are stronger than your mouth!"
As he spoke, his sleeves fluttered, he suddenly stretched out his hand and made a slapping motion with his palm.
The trace of the illusory purple palm condensed in the air, and it surged with a vague strand of Dao aura as it enveloped Feng Zun.
Bang out!
Light rumbled as the surrounding vacuum fell into chaos.
It was just a single palm strike, yet it seemed like a mountain of gods had descended from the sky. Such power could even threaten the life of an Immortal expert.
One should know that the cultivation base of Holy Son Nirwana exists only in the Mortal Realm!
With his mysterious identity and strength, it allowed him to possess a power capable of making Immortal cultivators bend their knees.!
"As expected of Holy Son Nirvana!"
Yuxue and the other cultivators of the Ghost Fiend Sect watched from afar and were amazed.
Bang out!
Feng Zun did not even bother looking at the purple palm that came. With a slash of his palm, the purple palm split into two like a knife cutting tofu and exploded in voidness.
"This ..."
The old blind man sighed and praised, "Good hand knife! It looks simple, but it has an unstoppable momentum. It's amazingly beautiful!"
This adulation is not entirely licked. Previously, although the blind old man was convinced that Feng Zun was related to "debt-raising", he had never seen Feng Zun's abilities.
Moreover Feng Zun looked to have no cultivation base, making it difficult for the blind old man to treat Feng Zun as a martial expert.
But now, when he witnessed Feng Zun's attack, the old blind man finally realized that compared to the cultivators in the mortal world, he had, The achievement of the Dao and the power that Feng Zun possessed could truly be described as terrifying!
"Interesting!"
The eyes of the Sacred Nirvana Disciple shone with a brilliant light, then her figure soared into the sky and attacked without restraint.
Bang out!
His hands were on his back as he formed a seal in front of him, causing purple-colored qi to appear in the sky along with dazzling rays of light. Amidst the rumbling sounds, an impressive silhouette of mountains and rivers soared high in the sky and crashed into Feng Zun fiercely.
It was like a God who was angry and raised mountains and rivers and threw them into the world!
It had to be said that this Holy Son of Nirvana was indeed very powerful. He far surpassed cultivators of the same cultivation level and could even make the strongest Peak Immortal cultivators in the world bow their heads!
But in Feng Zun's eyes, the cultivation of this person was most similar to that strange person named 'Xu Yuan.
Without even looking, Feng Zun waved his palm once more.
Cracks!
Bang out!
The majestic illusion of the silhouette of mountains and rivers descended from the sky and was smashed into pieces in the air.
Amidst the radiance enveloping the surroundings, an unwitting figure of Feng Zun suddenly appeared in front of Holy Son Nirvana, and he slapped him lightly.
If this seemingly ordinary slap attack managed to land on its target, even a Mortal Peak cultivator would be crushed into a pulp.
Ngong!
Unexpectedly, the figure of Holy Son Nirwana disappeared from the air as if he was yawning into thin air, and it caused Feng Zun's palm to miss.
"Where is he?"
Everyone present was shocked. They looked around, but even with their Spiritual Strength, they were unable to capture the aura of the Holy Son of Nirvana.
"What a powerful stealth technique!"
The old blind's expression changed slightly. At this moment, even with his strength, he was unable to sense any trace of the aura of the Holy Son of Nirvana.
This strange scene undoubtedly made my feathers stand up.
Swoshis!
Suddenly, the sound of a gust of wind sounded from beside Feng Zun standing up.