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Chapter 369

There are imprints of spirits and spirits left by the head teacher of the Baigui Shameng everywhere in the five-color painting gold pot. Even if Mu Feng doesn't shout at the Jinjia corpse, he can still capture the opponent's words and deeds.

Mu Feng urged his divine sense to provoke him from a distance, which made the head teacher explode with anger.

"Good! Good! Good! Since you take the initiative to seek death, then I will help you!"

"Do you really think that you can get out of the pot of swallowing heaven by taking away the spring in a clever way? Don't be naive, today / you will definitely die!"

The head teacher of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League was really angry. After saying three good words, he immediately ordered the two golden armored corpses to self-destruct and seriously injure the enemy.

You must know that the two golden armored corpses are both genuine supreme-level powerful fighters. After many years of training by the head teacher, the strength of one of them is already comparable to that of a monk in the second heaven of the supreme realm.

But at this moment, it is used by him as a blasting weapon to attack the enemy. This kind of skill is not insignificant.

Sensing the ever-increasing aura of the two golden-armored corpses, Mu Feng secretly felt a little pity.

According to his original plan, before breaking through the wall of the pot, he wanted to severely injure the two zombie puppets and throw them into the space spirit weapon for Ming Yan to use as food reserves.

Now the golden-armored corpse has started the process of self-explosion, no matter what, it will definitely be blown up.

It doesn't make much sense for him to use the Zombie Spell now, because under the control of the head teacher, all the important energy systems in his body have been locked and are operating at an overload.

"You like blasting so much? Then I'll give you another helping hand and let you explode!"

With a whisper, Mu Feng suddenly stretched out his arms, one in each hand, grabbed the two gold-armored corpses and flew towards the top of the pot.

A pair of purple wings emerged from behind him, and the purple brilliance flowing on them was coquettish and mysterious. When the wings fluttered, the vortex of the surrounding spiritual liquid suddenly fell apart and scattered.

These are the wings of gods and demons owned by his dharma body. After he was promoted to the Supreme, the dharma body has completely merged with his physical body, and he can use its power directly without sacrifice.

The speed of the Wings of God and Demon was extremely fast. Before the two gold-armored corpses were brewing to the critical point of self-explosion, Mu Feng had already carried each other to the top and side wall of the pot.

The power of cultivation surged out like layers of giant nets, firmly fixing the golden armored corpse that had swelled to a giant sphere on the top of the spirit pot.

It looks a bit like two golden hearts glued to the top by a large net. Every time it beats, several layers of the large net will be broken.

But in Mu Feng's eyes, the two golden-armored corpses nailed to the top of the pot by himself are like time bombs about to be detonated.

The corpse puppet of the supreme level exploded itself, powerful enough to blow off the top cover of the five-color gold painting pot!

"It's easy to do this way. Since you gave me two bombs, I'll give you a finger too. It's a reciprocal gift!"

While thinking about it, the wings of the gods and demons behind Mu Feng were already curled inwards, closing his body within the tight protection of the wings.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a luminous cocoon.

"boom!"

The earth-shattering blasting sound rolled in all directions, and could be heard clearly even thousands of miles away.

Since the self-detonation of the golden armored corpse happened in the space inside the pot, the destructive effect did not have an exaggerated impact on the outside world.

In the distance, the members of the Jiuzhong Pavilion heard the sound like the sky falling, and all of them felt their hearts beating in their throats.

No one can sense what happened in the war zone above the high altitude, and can only guess the intensity of the end of the battle through the continuous roar.

Among them, Ye Zhen is the only one with the strongest perception.

In order to maximize his sensibility, he even gave up maintaining his human form to pretend to be a monster, and directly exposed his monster figure in front of everyone, with a pair of monkey ears erect, listening to the movement outside the light wall of the formation.

"Wow! It's amazing! That old bastard is willing to explode two gold-armored corpses!"

"Yeah, but he's not as good as I am. When I was in the Golden Luan Hall, I couldn't count the corpses at the supreme level with one hand!"

After hearing Ye Zhen talking to himself, an elder in the pavilion couldn't bear it anymore, and asked him respectfully: "Senior Ye, can you find out the battle situation on the side of the pavilion master? You can tell me the current situation. One or two?"

The elder's question can be said to have asked everyone's heart.

All of a sudden, the senior officials including Gong Shuiyao, Ling Xiao, and Zimo all looked at Ye Zhen, hoping to hear some news about Mu Feng from him.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him desperately, Yezhen was very satisfied.

"Do you all want to ask me to share information? It's not impossible."

Yezhen was shaking his head while listening to the noise outside.

After whetting everyone's appetite, he finally told the situation he found out like gold.

"rest assured."

"There have been no injuries on either side."

"The explosion just now was not a decisive battle."

"Just wait, there will be results soon."

……

In the void further away, a dozen or so supreme powerhouses are waiting and watching.

Compared with Ye Zhen's ambiguous perception, the feedback these people received was much clearer.

Although they couldn't detect what happened in the space inside the pot, they could infer it from the movements of the five-color gold-painting pot and the attitude shown by the head teacher.

"The golden-armored corpse blew itself up! Why was it forced to this point? Could it be that the space of the spirit pot, which is comparable to the supreme cemetery, can't do anything to the owner of the Jiuzhong Pavilion?"

"From the appearance, it is indeed the case. If it is not the case, how can the old fox of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League be willing to sacrifice his respected general."

"The master of the Jiuzhong Pavilion is already proud enough to achieve such a record. However, it is a pity that even if he can save his life in such a destructive blast, it is probably at the end of his strength."

"It's an honor to be defeated! If he can survive this time, even if it is at the risk of offending the Hundred Ghosts, I am willing to provide him with asylum."

All the strong men were communicating in low voices, when suddenly, the roar of the headmaster of the Hundred Ghosts Shameng resounded very abruptly in the distance.

"Damn little thief! Who are you!"

As soon as the words fell, another clean and clear voice immediately picked up: "Who am I, haven't you already investigated clearly?"

The five-color golden pot no longer existed, and Mu Feng walked out through the spiritual mist, and smiled at the distraught man not far away.

The wings of the gods and demons had already been put away by him, and after the devastating explosion just now, the robes on his body were as clean as ever, not even a single bit of damage.

Mu Feng's palms hanging under the sleeves quickly formed ancient and obscure seals, but there was no overly strong fighting spirit on his face.

He stood lazily in the air, mockingly: "What? When you thought you were going to defeat me, didn't you take the hostages of my Jiuzhong Pavilion as a threat? Now that you lose, you think we are a branch of the upper realm clan Now, after living such a long time, can you show some face!"