Ye Lingyun and Zhang Yajing are the most beautiful women, as the five major demons of the top ten sects, but they are tit-for-tat people. One woman calls a witch and the other woman respects a fairy. Pingyuli has a lot of fighting, so everyone is used to saying this, and they don’t take it seriously.
Zhang Yajing is quiet and quiet, and her joy and anger do not show her face. She just stands out from the world and looks indifferent to Ye Lingyun's words.
However, among the three people in the five major sects, the young man in black looked anxious. He seemed to have struggled mentally for a long time. At this time, he finally made a sure decision and gave everything. "Young man, as long as you join my Netherworld Ghost Sect, I will give you the Dutian Du Divine Evil Flag in my hand."
While speaking, the young man in black flipped his big hand, and a small blue ghostly flag appeared. The small flag was spinning in his hand and slowly became bigger.
As the treasure of the Netherworld Ghost Sect, Dutian Divine Evil Flag is divided into twelve shots. This shot appears in the hands of the boy in black, which shows that this person's status in the sect is useless.
When the Dutian Divine Evil appears, it does not use spiritual power to urge it, and the entire air also changes color with the wind and clouds, which shows how powerful this flag is.
When everyone saw the boy in black take out the flag, they were silent for a moment, and the faces were vain. The sudden appearance of this matter was undoubtedly beyond their expectations.
"Okay...you're very good..." Lan Feng, who fell in the crowd, suddenly became extremely excited when he saw this flag.
Lan Feng felt that he was comforted by the colorless Zen book. His mind, which was as calm as a flat lake, was now like a huge wave that was blown up by a huge blow.
Lan Feng could even see the turbulent fire buried in the abyss of the heart, and it fluctuated again, spreading all the meridians of the body.
He didn't control this feeling and let it spread throughout the entire body. Even Lan Feng was deliberately guiding it like this. He felt that he was going crazy. All this was the fault of the Netherworld Ghost Sect.
The scenes of the past appeared in Lanfeng's mind again, and Lanfeng was trapped in endless memories. The anger ignited little by little in these painful memories and turned into a rolling anger.
Lan Feng looked up and his eyes suddenly turned into a charming bloody red instantly. A bloody light surged around his body, and he was exposed.
"Aoao...hiss..." The phantom of the Nine Dragons roared to the sky in the blood light, and the wild sword energy swept out, with wild domineering aura, and I am the only one who is the only one.
The young man in black froze his face, which had been smiling all the time, could feel that the murderous aura on Lanfeng was coming towards him, and he looked at Lanfeng for no reason.
The others were also stunned. They thought Lan Feng said 'OK' to join the Nether Ghost Sect, so everyone was thinking of ways to stop this matter, but they didn't expect anything. The matter was twisted and turned to heaven and went to hell.
"Young man, it seems that you and I have only met for the first time today. Are you going to kill me? Although I appreciate your talent, it does not mean that I am not good at it. Just because you are a junior innate warrior, you can't do anything to me. Don't mislead yourself." The young man in black said with great confidence, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
"You deserve to die, you have to die, today." Lan Feng roared like crazy, and pointed his big finger at the sky, and the blood light flashed. The blood map came out from his fingertips, exposed above his head and slowly became larger, blending into this world, and suddenly half of the sky turned blood red.
"Boom..."
There were loud roars in the sky between Canhong and half of the sky. When everyone looked back, they saw a crack suddenly appearing in the Canhong and the crack was getting bigger little by little, as if the entire void was about to tear apart.
Then a pair of bloody big hands grabbed out of the crack, and became bigger in the air, covering up the whole day and catching the young man in black.
Seeing this, the others stepped back like a tacit understanding, stood far away, and did not help each other, and looked like they were sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight. They were all extremely curious about why Lan Feng was so crazy when the young man in black said that he was the Netherworld Ghost Sect.
Or they were more looking forward to why Lan Feng was challenging, and even threatening to kill a peak innate warrior. What was he relying on? Or his own combat power, Taotian, is invincible in the same realm.
Although they did not know the name of this mysterious young man, their unstubborn figure was deeply imprinted in their minds.
"Haha...Young man, today I, Mo Yundong, let you see what a genius is. You are just a waste in my eyes." Mo Yundong laughed to the sky, and the demonic energy surged out of his body. He shook his hand and put away the Dutian God Evil Flag, jumped into the air, and rushed into the air, and fought with confidence, and was directly deceiving.
With a loud "boom", the figure of the demon cloud collided with the bloody hand, and then shattered the bloody hand, and the faint runes around him flashed.
"Young man, come up and use your all your strength, haha..." Mo Yun laughed, and one side used the magic skill, and his heart showed a slaughter.
And while he was speaking, the demon cloud waved his hand, and the magic light flashed, and a black spear appeared in the air. As soon as the spear appeared, the demonic energy of Zhoutian was immediately triggered by it, and it swiftly slaughtered towards Lan Feng.
Lan Feng's expression remained unchanged, and the blood light was fixed, and the halo of the Dantian was covered with his body. He appeared before the spear with his big foot. He raised his big hand and slashed it down, but when he heard a loud "boom", he really slapped the spear to pieces.
"Brother Fang Yun, this son's physical body is not weaker than your Buddhist arhat's golden body." Five people from the top ten sects not far away said to the young monk.
The little monk looked at it, but smiled and answered, then turned his eyes to Lan Feng. Zhang Yajing still had that cold expression. She seemed to be like this in her life, and everything could not move its mind.
"Haha..." Ye Lingyun just smiled charmingly, she smiled brightly, or she couldn't help but look back at Zhang Yajing, "Sister, your man is amazing."
"Demon Yundong, you have to die. Everyone in the Netherworld Ghost Sect should die, they will die." Lan Feng slapped the spear with a palm, raised his head and looked up at Demon Yundong, and said coldly.
Lan Feng raised his hand and grabbed it. The blood clouds suddenly surged for half a day, gathering continuously, and then turned into a bloody sword, which was caught in his hand.
Holding the bloody battle knife, Lan Feng's figure became dark as he talked, and the next moment, it emerged before the demon cloud set off, and held the bloody battle knife in his hand and slashed the opponent's head.
"Ghost Hand of the Netherworld"
Mo Yun was not afraid of moving, and a sense of excitement appeared on his face. His big hand spiraled in front of him and grabbed it, and a gloomy ghost hand appeared above his head.
The ghost hand appeared and grabbed it in the air, colliding with the bloody sword. The ghost hand was not very big, but it grabbed the bloody sword and could not be killed.
Lan Feng stared at his bloody eyes, and opened his mouth and spit out a ball of blood-red demon fire. The demon fire flashed by, covering the ghost hand, igniting it bit by bit, thus breaking the ghost hand of the Netherworld.
"Go to die for me." Lan Feng shouted, held the knife and then slashed at Mo Yun, but saw Mo Yun snorting, his big hand shaking, and a string of blood-colored beads appeared on the palm of his hand.
The blood beads appeared and a charming evil light was emitted, carrying a demonic aura that killed ten thousand people and buried millions of corpses. This was a demonic evil treasure, and its killing aura was the evil aura that was stained with blood washing millions of creatures.
The blood beads were constantly emitting a charming light on Mo Yuntian's palm, blood-red, as if sucking Mo Yundong's essence and blood bit by bit.
When the blood beads and evil demon light became red enough, Mo Yun took the blood beads and threw them out. A string of blood beads fell in the air and kept rotating. Suddenly, he paused and stopped. Then the blood beads opened in one segment, forming more than ten beads, and flew towards Xiang Lanfeng.
"Bang bang..."
Lan Feng held a battle knife in his hand and blocked several blood-colored beads, but was hit by one or two blood-colored beads. These beads seemed very small, but their attack was so powerful that they were gone and invaded with an evil spirit.
Lan Feng was hit on his body, his face turned black instantly, and evil spirits were occupying his body bit by bit. His body, half standing in the void, kept trembling, and his face turned to bend, as if he was enduring endless pain.
"Oh," everyone sighed silently. They all knew the origin of this blood bead. It was something that the Netherworld Ghost Sect sacrificed with the essence and blood of millions of people and soul blood. It can be said that it is the most ** thing.
The human body is infected, but it is invaded by its evil spirit and rotted to death. There is no cure for it. Even these peak innate warriors who are facing the Demon Cloud Move are very careful of this thing and do not indulge them easily.
"Brother Yundong, it's better to save his life. This person's body is a mystery and needs to be discovered." Ye Lingyun suddenly said. She could feel the familiar aura on Lan Feng's body, especially after the hand of heaven pointed out by the other party, the familiar feeling seemed a little stronger.
"Haha... Little Witch, it seems that you really fall in love with this minor. I didn't expect you to have such a hobby, but this person wants to kill me. Do you think I will let him go?" Mo Yundong said with a smile.
"Haha... Brother Yundong, what do you feel like you are jealous? Lingyun just wanted to ask this young man why he understood the spiritual skill in my sect and the Demon-Destroying Finger." Ye Lingyun smiled charmingly and said softly.
Mo Yun was stunned. He naturally knew that Lan Feng had just used the "Hand of Heaven". He even thought that Lan Feng was from the Heavenly Demon Sect, but this idea flashed through. They had never heard of such a person in the Heavenly Demon Sect.
However, Ye Lingyun stood up here, and the doubt that the demon cloud moved gradually appeared again. His face turned cold and his eyes stared at Ye Lingyun.
“Ahhh…”
A roar suddenly sounded, and at this time, Lan Feng raised his hand and spread to both sides, his body spinning without wind, and a halo was draped away, accompanied by the continuous rotation of his body.
After the halo appeared, Lan Feng's expression instantly recovered, and the evil blood pearls seemed to have been swallowed by him, without any effect.
The Mo Yundong's face changed again and again, showing a look of surprise. He glared at Ye Lingyun with a hatred, and said nothing, but just turned around suddenly.
"Go to die for me." Mo Yundong shouted, jumped up, raised his hand and slapped Lan Feng, but he slapped Lan Feng's forehead with his big hand. At this time, a golden light surged from Lan Feng's eyebrows. The yellow light swept out, which shocked the Demon Yundong soared backwards. (To be continued.)