However, the matter still developed in the worst way, and the tenth prison so that the Chinese to the Xian Xiu was squirting a mouthful of blood under this trick, staggered back.

At this moment, the tenth prison made the whole body covered by the fire, and after a rush, the breath gradually subsided, and the dull eyes gradually regained their beauty, and the look was unprecedentedly serious, saying, "What you are doing is the lost body-body, who are you?"

“Storage?”

Being able to become a prison officer in hell has a great history in his lifetime, has cultivated for a long time, and knows some things before the great disaster of Hongmeng, so the ninth prison let others also know the name of self-situation.

But they did not think that Li Fengyang's display was a long-lost fixed-up technique.

Li Fengyang looked at the breath calm down, the face was only a little pale tenth prison let, the look gradually condensed, it seems that he still underestimated the power of the tenth prison.

Judging from the strength he has just shown, it is afraid that it is also the top existence in the level of the Chinese to the immortal.

It is not easy for Li Fengyang to defeat him.

“Come on together.”

The ninth prison let stood behind him and rushed forward with a big drink.

They can stand out from hundreds of millions of ghosts and become prison workers, naturally whether it is spirit, or will, or the heart is the top monk, in the face of Li Fengyang, who has shown great strength, he is not afraid.

“Oh!”

Li Fengyang faced the 10th prison sous-lief in front of him, looked back at the ninth prison let and others, immediately took steps and rushed to the tenth prison let.

"Come, let me see how strong you are."

The tenth prison made the first to behave very violent and coarse, but at the critical moment, it was very calm, and it was a person who could become a prisoner of the bull pit.

However, what happened next was to make his tenth prison incomparably stunned.

At the moment when Li Fengyang rushed out, the tenth prison made it clear that the other party's figure suddenly swayed in the fire, and then it was divided into two, a black and a white.

Moreover, the two people are the same, the breath of power emanating from them, a bright, a dark Morison.

“Is this a twin?”

The tenth prison made suddenly silent, the face is even more shocking, originally saw Li Fengyang display of the art has been shocked, did not expect to see in him has seen from the barbaric era has been lost yin and yang twin.

“How?”

The ninth prison so-called people are also shocked, what is the identity of this person who entered hell in the flesh?

They are not stupid, on the contrary, intelligent, a person with a fixed body and yin and yang twin, will be a simple role?

The result is self-evident!

"Hold him again."

However, the ninth prison so that others are also determined, because Li Fengyang has been the first floor to the tenth floor of hell is not like, if so easily let him go, how do he and others explain to the overlords?

The tenth prison let the same thought, from the shock of recovery calm, the coarse voice said: "boy, no matter who you are, you can't escape today."

“Nine cows, kill them!”

The tenth prison makes it worthy of the Chinese to the fairy, the strong man who cultivates the power of the law, uses all magic magic like a pure fire, is very familiar, and the nine-turned-day cow that is displayed is more powerful than the Tianniu.

Moreover, this day, the cow actually has nine heads, huge in size, and the whole body is full of earthy yellow brilliance, like a large mountain, powerful, running forward, giving Li Fengyang a strong sense of oppression.

His shawl danced wildly, his clothes hunting, looking at the huge nine-headed cow, Li Fengyang condensed spirit, single-handedly, showed the art of tailoring, and then another of the years.

“Oh!Oh!Oh!"

But this time, the nine-headed cow roared, the sound was four sides, the big fire was shattered, and the chain of the nine-line attribute rules around Li Fengyang also broke a few, and was subjected to a strong sense of oppression.

The art of setting and the art of the years only resisted the nine-headed bull for a moment, and rushed up again.

"Brozen" a loud noise, under the eyes of the tenth prison officer and other people, nine cows hit Li Fengyang; "this boy is not lost."

The ninth prison let the people laugh and say that the tenth prison let him down, because he was afraid that Li Fengyang had no cards to show.

But what was really scary, they clearly saw Li Fengyang hit him, but he did not fly out, but took a few steps back; at the same time, the nine cows also shouted back down, and then collapsed in front of the tenth prison.

“How is it possible?”

The tenth prison made the others suddenly shocked and indescribably, their eyes were wide, and the rest of the ghosts and the soldiers were horrified.

“Kill me.”

“Everyone get out together.”

And the ghosts in the bull pit hell cheered and jumped up, resisting the inferoms who escorted them to the bull pit, there are many occults, Yuanxian, the strength is not weak, the most important thing is a lot of people.

They are in chaos, and the whole bull pit hell presents a messy picture.

The fire of heaven was around Li Fengyang, the chain of the nine-line attribute rules was wrapped around, and he looked calm and swallowed the blood that wanted to rush out of his throat, because he did not want the tenth prison to let others know that he had been injured.

Yes, under the impact of the nine-headed Tianni cattle, even if Li Fengyang has half a tile tank body, he was also traumatized.

However, Li Fengyang looked at the expression on the faces of the tenth prison so-the-persons, and the chaos of the whole bull pit hell, but it felt worth it.

“Oh!”

Without any hesitation, he rushed up to the tenth prison let him, holding half a jar tightly in his left hand, pinching his right hand, and then lifting high, a huge bottle flew out, which was the bottle seal.

Then, in Li Fengyang's body, the sound of the Buddha Gate sky was sung, and an ancient Buddhist text and characters flew out, turning into a sea of characters to the tenth prison.

The tenth prison was still in shock, because he did not believe in any way, and Li Fengyang was able to resist his nine-day cattle art.

He wondered a little, when was a good genie too?

Is this the priesthood?

Since the great difficulty of Hongmeng, the fairyland has rarely appeared in the fairy world, especially the existence of such a place like the tenth prison, and has always sat in hell, where there is an opportunity to understand the current fairy world.

So Li Fengyang's appearance gave him a feeling of confusion, and now the fairy monks are very powerful.

His spirit was thorny, watching Li Fengyang approaching himself, and it was too late to make an effective response.

With a cry, Li Fengyang flew the tenth prison let the tenth prison make with a bottle mark.

Then he approached the barrier leading to the eleventh layer of stone-pressing hell with a speed.

"Quick, stop him."

The tenth prison let had been wounded, and his stout face was white, staggered and steady, and cried out with a loud voice.

The ninth prison soothing and others were also shocked, and heard the words of the tenth prison so that they reacted, but with their strength, how could they stop Li Fengyang?

“Bang!”

With a loud bang, the door to the eleventh layer of stone pressed hell was opened.

When I saw the barrier open, there was a large gray light coming out, shrouded in Li Fengyang, making his temperament look somber.

Li Fengyang had not yet entered the eleventh layer of stone pressure hell, he felt a cold storm swept out, a tall figure appeared in front, wearing gray armor, holding a stone spear in his hand, as if the ancient warriors recovered.

"I didn't know you could have been able to kill the 11th floor of hell."

The gray-clad general was very calm, and the dark eyes under the helmet looked at Li Fengyang and said in a tone: "I am the eleventh prison servant, report your name."

“Please, the 11th Prisoner, take this.”

At this time, the tenth prison let the commander with the ninth prison and others came forward, and performed a salute for the eleventh prison, and then said respectfully.

The 11th prison let the sous-be that did not hear what they were saying, looked at the unsaid Li Fengyang, frowned slightly, and was about to speak, but saw that Li Fengyang had rushed up to himself.

"Boy, you're going to pay for your pride."

The eleventh prison sojourn is a supreme immortal, well-cultivated, super-powerful, under the order of the Tibetan king to guard the stone and crush the hell for many years, although he did not touch the holy path, but the strength was refined a lot.

Similarly, Li Fengyang also felt the strength of the 11th prison, at least at least one level of Yuanyang Xian Emperor's existence.

The eleventh prison is so strong, so is the seven incarcation under the eleventh level of hell stronger?

However, there was not much time for Li Fengyang to think, because in the face of the powerful 11th prison, he could only fight.

“Oh!”

Li Fengyang prompted the twenty-four heavens, ran many days, showed the battle, and then waved the right hand, grasped the emperor lamp in his hand, waved his right hand, and the blood coat of the person appeared.

“What treasure is this?”

The eleventh prison allows the 11th prison to guard the eleventh level of hell, naturally has a great eye, but also understand a lot of unknown things, when he saw the emperor lamp, he felt a sense of familiarity.

And when his eyes fell on the blood jacket, there was a feeling of heart-throb.

“What’s going on?”

The eleventh prison made the strength super, naturally not afraid of Li Fengyang, but it had a bold intention to the emperor's lamp and the bloodcoat of the people.

Without him, for he felt a terrible force from these two things.

The most important thing is that the eleventh prison makes it very clear that the immediate Li Fengyang can not fully exert the power of these two things, if it is to serve with his own cultivation, it will be even more terrible.

What are these two things?

Who is this boy and why is he able to appear in the flesh in hell?

It's all too weird.

The eleventh prison let him drink, “Stop.”

Under these two words, a powerful force emanated from the light, as if the invisible mountains fell from the sky and pressed on Li Fengyang's body, even if he exerted his nameless step at the speed of his nameless footstep, he was also imprisoned.

The man who flew in the air, the royal lamp and the human blood jacket also stagnated.

“Who are you?”

The eleventh prison made him step by step, wearing a gray armor and holding a stone spear, looking like a wild warrior, very old.

Li Fengyang was suppressed by a powerful momentum, his body could not be moved, and he looked up at the 11th prison officer with a smile on his pale face.