The life phase, like a broken ceramic, dense fragments, originally dull and full of dead air, began to become vibrant under the nourishment of the original breath. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [Latest chapter access:{Dagger Qiqi Chinese Network шшш.Ё}]

Immediately afterwards, the Origin Breath was like glue, gluing together the fragments of the life phase bit by bit.

This process of restoration, like the construction of a large collapsed building, is slow and long.

As his life was repaired little by little, Ling Feng's stagnant vitality began to regain a little smoothness.

In addition, the Origin Breath also indirectly moistened Ling Feng's Essence and Body, allowing him to use the Essence Qi Divine Weakness caused by the Hongmeng Triple Transformation, and the loss of vitality was quickly recovered, and his cultivation was even closer to the Eight Heavens of Life and Death.

At the same time, Yi Yi and Wu Wu, who were in Ling Feng's body, were watered by the Origin Breath, and the energy consumed was also rapidly recovering.

Everything is developing in the best direction......

At this moment, the mutation is rising sharply!

Squeak, squeak

An abrupt voice echoed through the space inside the Five Elements Dementor Coffin.

Ling Feng's brows furrowed, and his heart tightened suddenly.

The sound was heavy, with a harshness caused by the friction of the ground movement, and it was obvious that there was a powerful Yin Spirit who was trying to lift the Five Elements Dementor Coffin.

However, at this moment, Ling Feng is undoubtedly the turtle of the urn, and he is at the most critical moment of repairing his fate, and he has no ability to resist, so he can only watch the deadly tragedy play out.

finally

In the midst of his apprehension, a ray of white light pierced into the space inside the Five Elements Soul Coffin, and then the entire internal space lit up.

The heavy Five Elements Soul Coffin was still lifted by several powerful Yin Spirits.

Ling Feng frantically absorbed the origin gas to repair the life phase, and at the same time swept away the corner of his gaze.

Wandering around, the dense ant-like Yin Spirits ignored it, and at this moment, the closest thing to Ling Feng, what appeared under his nose were ten Yin Spirits who had cultivated to reach the fifth level of the Heaven and Man Realm during his lifetime.

Half of these ten Yin Spirits have been contaminated by the Spiritual Qi, and the whole body is entangled in black mist, and half of them are pure and flawless, and they are naturally sitting.

Woooooooo

Ten dull-eyed Yin Spirits raised the weapons they had carried before they were alive and stabbed towards Ling Feng, their sharp blades forcing the air to make a severing sound.

"It's too gloomy and cold!"

At this moment of life and death, Ling Feng's palms interlaced a mysterious seal, and then, the Yuan Qi formed a powerful energy ripple by repairing half of his life.

A bright moon centered on his chest and spread out in all directions, enveloping his body.

This cold moon has a holy breath, and the pure white luminescent light flows between them, as if it is coated with a faint layer of moonlight.

At the same time, the sharp blade also stabbed Ling Feng's body.

Snort

The Taiyin Cold Moon Armor is indeed worthy of being the holy relic of the Taixu Saint Qilin Clan, and the defense is really incredible.

Ten blades pierced the surface of the Taiyin Cold Moon Armor, like a piece of tough cowhide, leaving only faint traces, and then dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

The ten Yin Spirits who had cultivated to a high level did not give up, and continued to instinctively attack Ling Feng, as if they were like a killing machine, their hands raised and fell, and continued to rise, and they continued to do so endlessly.

Ling Feng's eyes flashed solemnly again.

Although the defense of the Taiyin Cold Moon Armor is amazing, it is impossible to help him resist the attack of the ten Yin Spirits all the time, and over time, the Yuehua absorbed in the Cold Moon Armor will be lost......

At that time, even if Ling Feng repaired his life, even if the restoration skyrocketed to the eightfold realm of life and death, under the encirclement and suppression of thousands of Yin Spirits, he would have to become a puddle of flesh and blood.

It was still a dead end at the moment, and Ling Feng was repairing his fate while pondering how to deal with it.

Time continued to slip away, and Ling Feng's shattered life phase stuck together little by little, and the gap between the fragments became smaller and smaller, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

With the restoration of fate, a pleasure from the deepest part of his soul, like a fish jumping into the sea, a dragon roaring for nine days, swept every corner of his body.

Ling Feng's breath also skyrocketed, and the cells and flesh in his body were nourished by the original breath, like a dry desert, pouring rain and emitting bursts of joyful trembling.

One hundred and thirty dragon power!

One hundred and forty dragon power!

One hundred and eighty dragon powers!

The power of two hundred dragons......

The huge power of his physical body surged wildly, and the majestic qi and blood turned into substance, soaring out, forming a whirlpool of qi and blood around him......

At the same time, the level of the realm was weakened little by little under the impact of the huge qi and blood, and finally completely collapsed.

The rout has been completed, Bainahai River!

As he broke through the Eight Heavens of Life and Death, the aura of the whole person became domineering and fierce.

With him as his heart, a pure ripple of qi and blood energy swept around, conjuring up all kinds of visions.

Sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a mad dragon, sometimes into a nine-day divine phoenix......

Around him, the Yin Spirit, which had cultivated below half a step of Heavenly Man, was affected by this qi and blood energy, and immediately melted like snow meeting water, completely eliminating the intangible.

Of course, at the bottom of the Forbidden Land of the Gods, there were nearly two thousand Yin Spirits, most of whom had cultivated more than half-step Heavenly Beings, and although the sensation caused by Ling Feng was amazing, the fact was that it was like a wave on the surface of a lake, and it quickly disappeared.

At this moment, Ling Feng's fate was healing, his cultivation was skyrocketing, and his combat power was approaching the realm of heaven and man.

He had a feeling that a half-step celestial powerhouse who was as strong as an iron head, Ling Feng didn't need to use the Hongmeng Triple Change, he had the confidence to fight, and he wouldn't fall into a disadvantage at all.

But the threat he faced right now was not the Iron Head, but thousands of thorny Yin Spirits.

Under the dense offensive, the Taiyin Cold Moon Armor that protected him from the attack of the Yin Spirit, the inner moonlight was about to be consumed, and the glow on the surface of the battle armor was getting dimmer and dimmer.

Ling Feng pressed down the urgency in his heart, stood up, looked around, and found that all the surrounding areas were dense Yin Spirits, and even the firmament was blocked, and there was no gap to escape.

His heart sank again, not to mention the thousands of Yin Spirits in the distance, once the Taiyin Cold Moon Armor lost its power, the ten Yin Spirits in the late stage of the Heavenly and Human Realm on his side were enough to chop him into meat sauce in an instant.

"What to do?

Beads of sweat the size of a bean on his forehead kept flowing down his forehead.

On the line between life and death, Ling Feng quickly recalled all the memories of his life in his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered an allusion, and his heart couldn't help but be happy.

In a unique sealed space, after the strong sit normally, according to common sense, the soul will dissipate, but it is not absolute.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the person, after the death of a specific space, there is still a little obsession left in life.

The so-called specific space, the forbidden land of the gods must be compliant, because a large number of yin spirits have confirmed this.

Ling Feng pondered, the thousands of Yin Spirits around him, all of them who had not been contaminated by the Spiritual Qi, must still have a little obsession left in his life, if he could communicate their obsessions and fulfill their unfulfilled wishes, maybe he would be able to escape this catastrophe.