A gentle and pure aura spread out.

A total of ten thousand small boats were suspended in the air, and each boat was wrapped in a layer of flames.

The blood cloud battle flag spread out in the wind, and the blood-colored flag covered the sky with a radius of thousands of miles.

Feng En was wearing a red armor, and a fur behind him looked like a cloak burning flames. He stood on the top of the flagship thousands of feet long and narrow, squinted his eyes, like an eagle in front of the hunting attack, his eyes swept over everyone present.

Qingfeng sighed lightly, bowed to Feng En and bowed: "Your Highness, King Yin, have disappeared for a while."

Feng En waved his hand to Qingfeng and said coldly: "Qingfeng... Does the matter here have anything to do with your Qinglian Temple? Get out of the way quickly, otherwise, your Qinglian Temple will be enemies with me!"

Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders and shook his head: "It's impossible to get out of here. Do you want to say this to the audience?"

Feng En's face became ugly.

The smiling Buddha on the back of the big turtle also restrained his smile for a moment, and then he laughed "hehehe" loudly.

The big turtle slowly climbed forward a few steps and came to the bow of the flagship with the smiley Buddha. The huge smiley Buddha looked down at Qingfeng and smiled word by word: "So, Qinglian Temple, are you willing to be responsible for the death of the disciples of this temple?"

Qingfeng rubbed his nose and spread his hands helplessly at the smiling Buddha: "Will the Buddha bully the small with the big one?"

The smiling Buddha squinted his eyes and smiled more happily: "Can't you?"

Qingfeng sighed: "I'm afraid the audience is not good-looking."

The smiling Buddha pondered for a moment and smiled brightly: "Well, that dead bull's nose, sometimes he doesn't care about so much face. There must be an explanation for the disciples of the Vajra Hall in this temple."

Wu Tie interrupted the conversation between Qingfeng and the smiling Buddha, and he said coldly: "Say? Then, who will give me an explanation?"

The smiling Buddha looked at Wu Tie with a smile: "Who are you?"

Wu Tie put his hands on his belt, and slowly stroked the beautiful jade embedded on the belt with his thumbs, and said coldly: "Master, do you really don't know who I am?"

The smiling Buddha grinned and smiled brightly.

Feng En grabbed the void with his right hand, and a ray of fire flashed, a golden hoop wrapped in front and back, and his body was covered with cloud patterns. The iron rod that kept spitting out of thin air appeared in his hands out of thin air.

He shouted coldly: "You are the lord of the Martial Kingdom? Are you worthy of letting the Buddha give you an explanation?"

Wu Tie looked at Feng En coldly: "Your attitude is not good."

Feng En smiled coldly: "A small barbarian country, a mere lord, when I see this king, I will not kneel down and surrender... Do you deserve me to give you a 'good attitude'?"

Feng En's eyes suddenly turned red and kept spewing out flames.

He was able to immerse himself in the three thousand worlds to experience his state of mind for the sake of the "Human Emperor's Dao"... but he was essentially an extremely arrogant person. If he had not been much more proud than ordinary people, and even had a "crazy" spirit in his bones, how could Feng En become one of the most powerful "king gods" in the history of the Sui Dynasty?

Three Thousand Worlds failed to reduce the arrogance in Feng En's heart by a little bit.

He rolled in the world, and encountered various setbacks and tortures. He just used the secret technique of controlling his mood in Honglian Temple to suppress all the anger in his heart.

After years of refining the world, Feng En's heart has accumulated a huge amount of flames.

Today, he gave up the suppression of all the anger in his heart and completely exposed his truest side.

Holding the iron rod with both hands, Feng En laughed at the sky: "Even... the barbarian king, you don't even have the qualifications to talk to me. I'm scared, dare to block my way... Let's die!"

With a swaying in the air, Feng En directly teleported to Wu Tie, and smashed Wu Tie with a blow.

Wu Tie's body shook, Pangu's real body burst out, his clothes shattered. Wu Tie spitted out the rolling clouds with his hands and blasted towards the iron rod in Feng En's hand.

With a loud bang, Wu Tie's hands and the iron rod in Feng En's hands collided violently.

Wu Tie's arms were shaken to pieces, and the bones of his arms were shattered inch by inch, and some of the broken bones made a harsh roar and flew far away by the huge force. As the blood splattered, Wu Tie's body retreated hundreds of steps backwards.

The fire surging on the iron rod, and the flames gushed, burning along Wu Tie's body, instantly turning Wu Tie's huge body into a fire man.

Feng En's body was also shocked. He groaned in a low voice, and his body suddenly bounced back and teleported to the top of the flagship ship.

With a "click", Feng En's footsteps, the roof of the ship building cracked like a spider web. The entire flagship flashed with dazzling flames. The defense restriction deep in the hull was triggered, and the entire flagship's defense array opened on its own.

The defensive formations burst out with dazzling light, and then burst out one after another.

Feng En's fingers that tightly grasped the iron rod turned white, and blood oozed out from the gaps in the nails. The iron rod was buzzing violently. It took a while before he slowly stopped.

Feng En stared at Wu Tie tightly.

Just now, he hit Wu Tie with a stick. The feeling reminded him of the past when he was naughty when he was in childhood, and he used a wooden stick to hit the Xuanwu armor raised in the palace. He was almost broken by the recoil force.

"What a hard body...even if you use the Pangu Sutra... it is still amazing." A trace of heat flashed in Feng En's depth, staring at Wu Tie and said in a deep voice: "I am eager to seek talent... If you join me, I will definitely use it."

With a grin, Feng En quietly let go of his hands holding the iron rod, letting the iron rod hang in front of him, with his hands behind him, and flexing his five fingers hard to relax the meridians that were almost broken by the shock.

"Think about it? This dynasty has countless opportunities to make contributions. With your cultivation level, you can shine under my command. Even if you become the lord of a country in the future..."

Wu Tie interrupted Feng En's words. He looked at Feng En squintly and said coldly: "Do you think I am a fool? I now have billions of people and boundless countries... I am now the supreme ruler of the Wu Kingdom. My mind is eaten by a dog. I will go to your subordinates to make a living?"

Wu Tie's eyes were bloodshot, and his arms made a "crack" sound. The bone fragments that had just flew out kept flying back, piecing them together where they should be. The cracked flesh and blood were reborn, and Wu Tie's breath increased significantly.

Qinglian Temple’s “The Sutra of All Tribulations” is really good. As long as you are not beaten to death on the spot, the more you are injured, the more you can improve your cultivation.

Although this unreasonable supreme Dharma is painful, it is very satisfying.

Wu Tie used his magic power crazily, and the smile on his face was restrained, revealing an endless look of madness.

"Does your bastards in Sui Dynasty feel so good about themselves? Haha, what do you think of my country of Wu, my Wu King, and my relatives and people?"

"Let your prey be taken for?"
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