Chapter 123: Battle Martial Sect
"Want to challenge the old man? Then the old man will take your dog's life! β
Zhang Yunpeng raised his eyebrows, and murderous intent erupted in his deep eyes.
He had already seen that this young man was not simple, he was not afraid to face hundreds of Xuanyuan Sect disciples alone, he was definitely a genius.
Young and ruthless.
If there is no hidden cultivation, with the early cultivation of the martial spirit, he can actually abolish two peak disciples of the martial spirit in one move one after another, resulting in one death and one injury, this strength is worth paying attention to.
In particular, he had just attacked with the soul secret power and actually suffered a backlash, which made Zhang Yunpeng puzzled and at the same time put away his contempt.
With a cold snort, a terrifying coercion belonging to the powerhouse of the Martial Sect was completely released and crushed towards Zhou Lin.
"You can't take my life! Come on, let me see your strength, don't let me down! β
Zhou Lin made a mistake with both hands, urging the Heaven Devouring Divine Technique, and his eyes were eager to try.
The golden yuan liquid in the dantian tumbled, quickly vaporized, and was transformed into heaven-swallowing true qi and released.
Ten thousand horses roared, and the furious Heaven Devouring True Qi rushed in the meridians in the body, letting out a rumbling roar, and the breath released completely resisted the suppression of the breath of the Jindan Period.
"That's amazing, how old is he? can actually cultivate to the point where a hundred veins are ringing together, no wonder he is so arrogant. β
"The elder's aura actually showed some signs that it couldn't be suppressed, how could this be?"
The martial spirit disciples on the side were shocked, they were all Tianjiao of the sect, and they naturally knew what kind of realm it was for a hundred veins to sound together, and how difficult it was to reach this realm at this age.
Now I actually see one, and he is younger than them!
The point is that he is too young, at such an age, he can suppress the peak martial spirit disciples with a shot, and dare to suppress the aura of the martial arts elders, such a genius is the enemy, and the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect are nervous in their hearts, if he is allowed to grow up, there are probably not many young people in the Xuanyuan Sect who can compete with him.
This is simply a genius among geniuses, and if it does not fall, it will be a giant in the future.
Song Yunfei hugged Senior Sister Ji's cold corpse, and anger erupted in his eyes.
His carelessness eventually led to losing everything, his life was completely dark, and he became a negative teaching material, not to mention his sweetheart.
The most painful thing is that in the future, he may hear his legend, but he is not even qualified to turn the tables.
"Kill him, you must kill him!"
Now Song Yunfei could only hope that the elder could kill this great enemy, and he roared angrily: "What are you doing in a daze? Surround him, just wait for the elder to give an order, and this person must be killed completely! β
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect quickly completed the encirclement, staring at Zhou Lin one by one with unkind eyes.
What if you have talent, if you die before you grow up, you are not a genius, but a fool.
They didn't think that Zhou Lin could resist Elder Zhang's anger, after all, Elder was a martial arts powerhouse, and if he crossed a realm, it would definitely be overwhelming!
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, let you taste the old man's blood cloud Dafa!"
Zhang Yunpeng had already made a move, his body shook, and countless blood qi came out of his body, condensing into a huge blood-colored skull the size of three zhang in midair.
"Go!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhou Lin, the blood-colored skull came alive, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood cloud, which rose in the wind and turned into a half-acre size blood cloud hanging above his head, and the bloody breath was pervasive, making people smell sick.
The blood-colored skull let out a piercing sound of bones vibrating, and in a flash it escaped into the blood cloud, which seemed to have a spirit, hovering in mid-air, towards the shroud.
Don't even think about it, if you are shrouded in a blood cloud, the consequences will definitely be serious.
Zhou Lin took a little foot under his feet, his body flew up, and while retreating to dodge, he slapped more than a dozen palms in a row.
Every palm is earth-shattering and earth-shattering.
Palm after palm, continuous attack, between the palms formed a fierce wind upside down, under the full urging, even the ground was scraped off, flying sand and rocks all over the sky.
The blood cloud controlled by the blood skeleton was blocked, and the flying sand and rocks fell into the blood cloud and quickly melted.
The strange laughter of the skulls was heard in my ears, and the blood was churning when I heard it.
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect who were pressing on the side looked relaxed one by one, and their expressions were joyful, "The Elder's Blood Cloud Dafa is peerless, nothing is unparalleled, nothing is untransformable, what is it that just flying sand and stones, even if it is refined iron and Xuanjin, it can't resist it, if the ordinary flesh and blood body is contaminated a little, it will definitely be turned into scum in the end!" β
"I'm finally going to die, senior sister, the elder has avenged us!"
Song Yunfei muttered to himself, tears falling again.
Zhang Yunpeng stood in mid-air, his expression indifferent, "You can't escape!" β
Why have the disciples of Blood Cloud Peak always been domineering in Xuanyuan Sect?
The Blood Cloud Great Law is indispensable, and once this evil secret method is used, there seems to be no other way but to avoid it.
However, hiding is not an option after all.
Zhou Lin retreated again and again, and found that the blood cloud seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, rapidly squeezing his activity space.
There was an encirclement of Xuanyuan Sect's disciples on the periphery, and there were blood skeletons in front of him in pursuit, and Zhang Yunpeng was hiding in a high place and ready to make a move.
If you're not careful, you might fall.
"It's time!"
Zhou Lin stood still, his whole body was churning, and his naΓ―ve qi was running even more violently.
"Escape, why don't you escape? Ready to accept your fate? Hahaha, obediently devoured by my blood corpse god. β
"Don't worry, the old man will spare your life, put your soul on the soul fire for three years, and suffer the pain of soul refining day and night!"
Zhang Yunpeng was full of pride, looking like he was in his chest, and his words were particularly vicious.
"You forced me."
Zhou Lin whispered, and when he looked up, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "You think I only have this means?" β
"What about forcing you? What else can you come up with, you can take it out! β
Zhang Yunpeng put away his smile and looked playful.
In his opinion, this young man was really calm enough, and he dared to threaten himself when he was dying.
After all, a martial spirit is a martial spirit, no matter how powerful he is, he can't make waves, how can he threaten the martial arts? I'm so careful.
Zhou Lin snorted coldly, and with a step on his feet, a trace of white mist appeared under the ground, and the power of the array disk was activated, locking up a radius of hundreds of zhang.
The disciples of Xuanyuan Sect were in turmoil, and they were actually besieged.
Zhang Yunpeng swept his eyes and laughed, "Formation? Hahaha, that's your means? It's so ridiculous, kill you, the formation breaks itself, what do you use to stop me? β
He pinched the trick violently, and there was an excited sound again from the blood cloud, as if there were countless teeth chewing, which was creepy.
The blood cloud swelled again, and it was already about to envelop Zhou Lin.
Once caught in it, with the evil devouring power of the Blood Cloud Dafa, this kid is doomed!
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect looked excited one by one, and being able to witness the fall of a genius was enough to go back and brag for a while.
Song Yunfei's eyes were eager, and he shouted vigorously, "Die, die!" β
He clenched his fist with one hand, and he had completely substituted himself into it, fantasizing that he would kill Zhou Lin with his own hands and avenge his beloved lover.
"Who said that the formation is my means? I'm just afraid you'll run away. β
Zhou Lin's faint voice came from the white mist, like a ghost.