Although it always feels a bit cruel to hit those women with a fist, Ling Feng can see clearly the true nature of those women under the swaying Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures say, "Eliminating all the dust and dirt in the heart, being pure and unfilthful is the brightest. Without the heaven and earth being entangled by time, everything inside and outside the ten directions of the world, seeing everything, knowing everything, and hearing everything, having all wisdom is enlightenment." Ling Feng was considered to have the wisdom of enlightenment under the chanting of the sacred relics of the sacred relics, and not being confused by external things.

So Ling Feng twisted his fist and rushed towards the 100,000 women and 200,000 pink and white meat steamed buns.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Wherever the punch was over, the person who was hit was shy and screamed. In Ling Feng's true consciousness, it was nothing more than a ghost saying, so I could not disturb his mind. When the person who was hit was hit, it was nothing more than a wolf, tiger, jackal, and leopard, which opened his bloody mouth, so I could not try to lure him into lust!

Therefore, all external factors could not disturb him or stop him. Those illusory and false ones had to be bombarded and dispersed one by one by him, turning into wisps of black smoke demonic energy.

There were thousands of corpses hidden, and Ling Feng clenched his fists like a turtle, plowing out a magical path of pink mud.

A hard fist with a canopy in front and a support behind it made everything around him explode into space, making all the fantasy mud splash everywhere, and Ling Feng himself was so happy.

If Ling Feng looked back and saw the women behind him, they were nothing more than the vast and boundless black magic fog outside the bluestone slab, which was another form of magic miasma object.

This way, he clenched his fists and went straight for more than ten miles to kill. Ling Feng beat the witch when he saw the monster and killed the monster when he saw it. Even the wool in his left arm was shocked and praised him repeatedly:

"Uncle, you're a real man. It's really no problem to beat these flower girls!"

"Uncle, you are so cruel. You are not merciless to these women. Your fierce look at women really makes me admire you."

"Uncle, what did you say? You said these are not women? Yes, these are not women, but as long as they are men, they can't stand the illusions of these women. I think the only reason why you are not moved by these women's illusions is that you are not a man!"

The silhouette said one sentence from the left and one sentence from the right. When he saw Ling Feng's mightyness, he gave a thumbs up and said that his uncle Yingmeng was a real man. When he said that his uncle was too fierce and was too cruel to women, he showed that there was a problem with his gender. He also said that his uncle was not a man. In short, Ling Feng hit him all the way, and there were always endless gossips that silhouettes could say.

Ling Feng was annoyed by his words and released a strange cry at him: "What are you going to do? You said I am a real man, and then you said I am not a man. What do you want? You still stick your head out and bite me a few thousand-year-old bones to death!"

Ling Feng called the floating clouds in front of him "thousand-year-old dead bones", but in his heart, he couldn't feel that the feeling on his pink fist on his hands was not the feeling of flesh touching the dead bones, but the strange feeling of flesh touching the woman.

He was helpless. If he didn't hit these women, he would not be able to survive the lewd demon disaster and could not reach the depths of the Ancestral Demon Tower. Otherwise, how could he bear to hit him to death when he saw so many beauties blocking the way?

So he wanted to ask the gang to come out and help bite a few to relieve his boredom.

Unfortunately, Qingjie said that these 100,000 women were all his uncles. If he bit them, he would kiss his uncle's woman. He was the most conventional and good demon child, and he was not good at taking advantage of his uncle's woman, so he did not dare to do such despicable things as competing for women with his uncle.

It was said that the genius was nothing more than not wanting to help his uncle. It depends on how long his uncle could take care of him, how many beautiful female demons could be put down, and whether he could safely break through the pile of 100,000 women.

As for what danger his uncle encounters when he can't break through, there is nothing he can do if he takes action.

And he believed that it would be much easier for him to pass this level than his uncle, because he knew his uncle's sexuality very well. It would be really difficult for his uncle to have sex among the 100,000 white women, but his daughter is different. He is still very young for the time being and has not yet entered the role of a man. His daughter is heartbroken on the surface, but he is really killed!

Without getting help from the genitals, Ling Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry it to his death, pushing his fist forward and then forward, knocking down the women along the way one after another.

At the beginning, the fist was just an ordinary fist, because although those witches looked good, they didn't seem to have many levels and didn't need to exert too much power. However, as they hit, the fist began to change its nature.

At first, Ling Feng's fist was just as hard as a turtle's back. The level was not high and there were not many supernatural abilities. The fist changed later. During his punching, he unknowingly began to superimpose the supernatural divine power in his body in his fist.

The power of the prehistoric world was produced after he learned from Emperor Manyang and took several breaths of heaven and earth in the age of the gods.

The prehistoric divine power obtained on weekdays is difficult to stimulate in daily life. Only when using boxing skills like "prehistoric Kui Niu Fist" will the feeling of the prehistoric divine clan appear on him.

After tens of millions of fists, Ling Feng's prehistoric aura was unknowingly aroused, and Ling Feng's fist unknowingly changed from a hard fist to a routine of the prehistoric Kuiu Fist.

This prehistoric Kui Niu Fist is even more powerful. The initial hard fist requires a few stabs to knock down those floating cloud demon women, but the power of this prehistoric Kui Niu Fist is different. Often, when one punch passes, the woman touched by the fist wind is immediately bombarded by Ling Feng and fell into soft mud and scattered.

Perhaps it was because the Kui Niu punched the Honghuang Kuiu too smoothly, which made Ling Feng feel so vivid. The situation where Ling Feng's body weakened due to the Forget-Sheng Decoction was improved unknowingly.

Ling Feng no longer felt like he was poisoned. The seventh-level and sixth-level Taoist power was restored by his tricks. Lei Li began to return to Ling Feng's body again. The feeling of the thunder pool being abundant in his whole body returned to Ling Feng's body.

It’s a pity that these Taoist powers have come back a little slowly. If this feeling had returned to Ling Feng’s body one day earlier, before entering the Ancestral Demon Sect, Ling Feng would have to trap the demon envoy and drag the insidious villain to kill the ancestral demon space alive!
Chapter completed!