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Staring at an unrecognizable corpse in a daze, Ling Xue, Bing Xuan, Sweetheart Lan, Cai Xin, and Su Xin naturally didn't need to say much dumbfounded, in addition to being shocked, they were still shocked......

Lu Yue came back to her senses from the shock, and looked at Ling Feng's gaze that suddenly became weird.

Just now, when she saw the people besieging Ling Feng, the blade slashed at his chest, and a faint protective fluorescence would appear.

Although the fluorescence was faint and the moon was far away, it still gave him an illusion of déjà vu.

In her memory, it was the breath of the Taiyin Cold Moon Armor, but she didn't dare to be sure.

After all, that person has escaped into the underworld, and there is no return.

As Ling Feng cast the Transformation of the Fire God Phoenix, her doubts became even more victorious, and she recalled the little bits and pieces of her first acquaintance with Ling Feng in Tianqi, and finally affirmed it.

At present, this man called Wuxin is Ling Feng who has escaped into the underworld.

The reason why he was so sure was because what Ling Feng had just used was the Separation Fire Transformation from the Seventy-two Transformations of Heaven and Earth, which was the natural power of the Separation Fire God Feng Clan.

And this kind of treasure is also the treasure of the Zhen clan within the Fire God Phoenix Clan, and even the disciples of this clan will not easily spread it, let alone Ling Feng, a human race.

The only place you can learn is the Heavenly Disk of the Gods.

Liuyue heard her mother say that before ancient times, in the vast heaven and earth, the Seventy-two Divine Beast Races of the Transformation God Tianzun jointly created the Heavenly Disk of the Gods that suppressed the Dark Eye, and after completion, each engraved a kind of natural divine power on the surface of the Heavenly Disk as a commemoration.

The Heavenly Disk of the Gods must still be on Ling Feng's body, and it has not melted. I realized this kind of supernatural power from this.

Also, when Tianqi first met, Ling Feng was eager for the ice swirl. Even outsiders felt stunned, and the occasional intimacy towards Ling Xue was even more incredible.

The signs are linked, and the answer is forthcoming.

As soon as he remembered that the young man who stood out for himself was Ling Feng, for some reason, Lu Yue's nose was sour. Tears flowed down my face.

She is strong, even though she has been lonely in the Gate of the Apocalypse for tens of thousands of years. Defeated at the hands of Shenyuan Shenzhan Tian, she didn't shed a single tear, but for some reason, she just wanted to cry at this moment. Crying heartily.

"Long Yun is a thousand geniuses, a thousand ants, and a thousand corpses. ”

Ling Feng, who was suspended in the void, looked down at the heads of people on the ground, and said word by word: "Who else is not convinced and dares to fight with me!"

The arrogant voice was like thunder, but the huge Fengshen Platform was silent.

At the bottom level, there are nearly two million participating disciples, wrapping the divine fate. Among the geniuses of the Gongcheng family, they all held weapons in their hands, and their faces were full of murderous energy. But no one dared to make a move, daring to sweep the blade in his hand towards Ling Feng.

They're scared—

Although they could see that Ling Feng was already strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and his breath was wilting, they were still frightened by Ling Feng's ferocious and anti-heaven methods, for fear of the next moment. You will be a part of the charred corpse on the ground.

"Kill him for me, kill him for me. A thousand cuts. ”

Long Yundao God was crazy, completely insane, and his brain was buzzing.

A thousand people, a thousand elite geniuses of the Longyun family, were all buried here, buried in Ling Feng's hands.

His heart was dripping blood, if God gave him a choice, exchanging his mother's life for Ling Feng's life, he would agree without hesitation, which shows how deep the hatred in his heart is.

The voice of the Dragon Cloud Dao God smashed down like thunder, shaking the air to boil.

However, the huge Fengshen platform, two million geniuses, were stunned and motionless.

Ye Changge, Tian Fengxiao, Golden Dragon Venerable and others mockingly glanced at the purple-green Longyun Dao God, their eyes were full of happiness.

"Anyone who can chop off one of the limbs of the unintentional will be rewarded with a low-grade ancestral weapon, and if he can cut off his head, a medium-grade ancestral weapon. ”

Just when the atmosphere was completely solidified, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, two figures levitated from the end of the firmament, it was Wu Hongguang, the closed disciple of the Taixuan Venerable, and the next-generation disciple of the Qin Demon Dugu Passing Water, Blood Wuya.

"What? Cut off the heartless arm or thigh, and you can get an ancestral weapon?"

The huge Fengshen Platform was boiling, and the elders or patriarchs of countless sect forces all raised their eyes to look at Wu Hongguang and Blood Wuwu.

Seeing that the turmoil was rising again, Ye Changge's heart that he had just put down was hanging high again.

Just now, the two million geniuses on the scene were shocked by Ling Feng's bloody methods, and they couldn't resist in their hearts.

They weren't really afraid of Ling Feng, but killing Ling Feng was a thankless task, and they didn't do themselves any good at all, and they might even die at Ling Feng's hands.

And people die for money, birds die for food, and the current interests are driven, which will definitely make all the sect disciples present take risks.

Two million people went forward to strangle one after another, even if Ling Feng was supernatural and was an ancient god of war, he had to be dragged down.

Ye Changge's inference was right, with Wu Hongguang opening up the conditions of the sky, not to mention the rabble of the four major domains of the southeast, northwest and northwest, even if it was the creation bosses of the Tianqi Hongpin family who chose to withdraw in order to repay the favor, they all moved a little.

However, for the sake of the court's face, they all chose to give up in the end.

Ling Feng's brows froze together.

Fang just used one of the seventy-two changes of Tiangang and Earth, which consumed a lot of his energy, although it was not weak, but if it was fought for a long time, it would definitely be dragged down.

"These two sons, who are you, and what are you saying?"

Most of the countless sect bosses present didn't know Wu Hongguang and Blood Wuyan, for fear that the two would be untrustworthy.

Of course, if the two of them really came up with a few ancestral weapons as a reward for killing Ling Feng, even if they tried to offend the Dan League, they would take a risk.

After all, the attraction of ancestral artifacts is just too great......

"This is Wu Hongguang, a descendant disciple of the Wu family in Kyushu, who studied under Venerable Taixuan, and the other is the son of the blood Wuya of the Kyushu blood family, and his master is the sword demon Dugu Shui. ”

Long Yun Dao God pressed down the anger in his heart, and introduced in a negative manner: "This patriarch can pack tickets, they are not talking about it, with the background of Wu Gongzi and Blood Gongzi, what is it to take out a few low-grade ancestral weapons? ”

As this firm sentence fell, in the four major regions of the southeast, northwest, and northwest, countless sect bosses stared at Ling Feng's eyes, and they were extremely hot.

Without an order, their disciples immediately rushed towards Ling Feng like a tide, draining the water that was surrounded by thousands of zhang around Ling Feng.

Not only that, but he was attached to Yunhai Palace, and those disciples of the Dao Sect who were not in the stream also filled their minds with interests, and regardless of the deterrence of the Dao Sect and the Yunhai Palace, they joined the battlefield again.

At the scene of more than 2 million people, the number of people skyrocketed rapidly, and the tea time reached nearly 3 million.

At this moment, in their eyes, Ling Feng was undoubtedly a moving Tang monk meat, and every piece of flesh and blood was priceless.