The beauty in her sleeping face suddenly turned pale. She used the magic technique and appeared behind several silver bracelets. She controlled the bracelets and the ancient treasures were wrapped around the Confucian scholars, but several bracelets and ancient treasures hit the Confucian scholars.
Before, a gray-white light bounced back and couldn't get in...
Suddenly, the Confucian scholar stretched out his hands to both sides, and a gray-white light flashed to cover his body. In an instant, his body turned into a kirin again.
The kilin stands in the void and stares at the sleeping beauty. The gray-white light shot out from the dragon's eyes and hits the sleeping beauty. Under the gray-white light of the dragon's eyes, the sleeping beauty is like a middle-aged dragon, and has no power to resist, but she follows the situation.
He was taken into consideration by Qilin.
It was much easier to subdue the young man next. The young man's soul was burned by the blood-red demon fire, and less than 10% of his strength was left. The Confucian scholar did not need to transform into a kirin, and he put away the person with his fingers.
After doing all this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar came over the void and looked down at the mist and wind.
When the Qilin Confucian scholar saw this, Lan Feng showed a little fear on his face. The Qilin Confucian scholar was too powerful, and it seemed that he still had the cultivation level of the Heavenly King realm.
Lan Feng felt that he was nothing in front of the Qilin Confucian scholar, and he couldn't even have the idea of fighting, and he looked like he recognized the other party's **. Of course, this is the case.
Lan Feng suddenly straightened his waist, but he fell to the ground and could only be considered as lying straight. He ignored the wounds and looked at the Confucian scholars with blood flowing out of his head and blood.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Lan Feng without saying a word, as if he wanted to see Lan Feng through. Suddenly, the middle-aged Confucian scholar turned around and got lost with one step.
With the loss of Qilin Confucian scholars, the picturesque fairyland rose up in a scroll, and lost little by little, revealing the original appearance of the dark world, and a black black hand was unable to see his five fingers.
When the fairyland was completely lost, the faint voice of the Qilin Confucian scholar came from the distant darkness, "Xiao Lanfeng, there is my Qilin's natal magical power in the Shangqing Palace. You can understand it more, even the domineering Yuncai must
Ask me for the magical powers of illusion. The exit of the dark world is in the Shangqing Hall. You step on the ninth level of the heart refining left by the clouds, and then you can go out after fusing the blood-red demon fire with your soul... You, please do your own thing.
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Lan Feng fell to the ground with blood. He heard this and was stunned. He struggled to stand up, but he fell down again. He was seriously injured and could not stand up.
The three old monsters who are sleeping in beauty have been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and their cultivation has not yet been left with 10% of their cultivation, but their cultivation is really terrible, and less than 10% of their strength is left. It seems to be light and swinging, but
It also hurt Lanfeng half to death.
Especially the soul searching technique used by the young man, Lan Feng was injured, and even he felt the pain in his soul and could not recover.
This time the injury was worse than any injury Lan Feng had ever suffered. He even thought he might be half-wasted and could not get out of the dark world.
Lan Feng suddenly became sad. During the hurt days, he felt extremely lonely, as if everyone had betrayed him, and bursts of sadness arose in his heart.
Lan Feng slowly recalled the scenes of the past, and he became sad involuntarily. Mother, Feng'er misses you, I miss you very much...
Sad, Lan Feng felt that the entire dark world had become darker, and his heart was also gloomy. He even felt that darkness was hurt by his sadness...
In the vague memories, Lan Feng fell asleep in a dizzy way. I don’t know how long it took to sleep, but in the end he woke up in pain.
The injured body was not as Lan Feng thought. When he fell asleep deeply, the mental method in his body was activated on its own and recovered the injured body.
The injuries he suffered this time were obviously different from the other times. They were injured by the old monster Taoist thoughts in ancient times. They could not be repaired by using the mind method. He needed a transformation and a qualitative leap.
Lan Feng felt his body gradually weakening, and blood continued to bleed from the wound. With the help of the faint light of inspiration, he could even see a pool of blood everywhere, all of which flowed out of him.
Lan Feng looked at the pool of blood, and was stunned. He seemed to remember the unfulfilled wish, too much unwillingness, whether it was his mother, family, or sister Yuncai... everything.
I need to fight out, fight out, fight out... Lan Feng shouted and roared in his heart.
Standing up for me, and standing up, Lanfeng bent down and stood up with a stubborn will. He endured a stream of heart-wrenching pain that surged from his whole body and stood up with difficulty.
With a "bang", Lan Feng had not yet stood up straight, but he fell down again, falling into the blood, leaving him covered in blood, and the old ones had not yet been added to new blood.
Lan Feng raised his bloody eyes and stared at Shangqing Palace at the endless darkness. He moved his wounded body and a pool of blood was flowing. The pain surged in his heart, but he didn't want to stop.
When I arrived in Shangqing Hall, it was already an hour later. Looking back, a tortuous blood road was printed in the dark world.
If Lan Feng hadn't had the dantian halo merged with the merids all over his body, and had even stepped on the ninth level of the Heart Refining Reincarnation to recast the golden body twice, an ordinary warrior would have died of bleeding too much.
However, Lan Feng recasted the golden body, and his meridians melted into the halo of the dantian, but he was so weak that he was almost half-waste. Lan Feng even felt that he was about to die.
The murals in Shangqing Hall broke and fell down, making the hall full of messy small stones, and it looked messy, but there was no more coldness in this mess, and it seemed to become warm.
At the end of the hall is a staircase with nine steps, which has never been seen before. It seems that after three old monsters broke the painting, they appeared in the air, falling here with a bit of turmoil.
In the messy hall.
Lan Feng was ecstatic when he saw this ladder and moved forward desperately. Before the ninth step of refining the heart, Lan Feng climbed up the ladder. He couldn't wait to walk up, as if there was what he needed here.
It made him climb up like crazy.
When Lan Feng climbed to the second level, he heard a "bang", and the whole person was shocked by the power on the ninth level of the refining heart and flew backwards.
Strength, I need strength, I fell to Lan Feng, and suddenly muttered. Without recovering from his wounded body, he had no ability to step into the ninth level of the Heart Refining Refining.
"Young man, you need strength, I can give it to you." Suddenly, an old voice sounded in Lanfeng's mind. The sound was not very good but it was a thrill, which could easily make people feel desperate.
The man holds tightly.
"Devil, it's you." Lan Feng was stunned and called out.
"It's me." The devil was the devil who was conquered by Lan Yuncai and Lanfeng and the others in the halo of Dantian. At this time, when Lanfeng was the weakest, the devil felt that he had the chance and showed it.
Come on the face.
Lan Feng had no favoritism about this demon, and said coldly, "Devil, you seem nothing at this time, you are just a pitiful worm in my body."
"Haha..." The devil laughed arrogantly, then said slowly, "No matter how pitiful it is, at least it is better than you at this time, and you will be dying.
The two-headed monsters were injured, and they could not recover by just using the mind method. Otherwise, Qilin, the betrayal, would have taken action long ago, and you would not be able to survive, but I can still survive in the blood pool. As long as I wait for someone
When you come here, you can take me out."
Lan Feng didn't know which sentence the devil said was true and which sentence was false, but this injury was unreliable to recover from the mental method.
Lan Feng entered a terrible silence. Suddenly, he said lightly, "Tell me about your conditions, devil, although I may not necessarily listen."
"I can teach you the ** of the Immortal Demon Sect. You have seen this Demon Sect so terrible, and you should be able to guess my identity, no worse than those three old monsters.
Moreover, this Demon Sect is the most terrifying existence of the Demon Sect. It is most suitable to deal with the injuries left by the Demon Sect. You don’t have to ask whether I have any troubles in the Demon Sect. There is no need to do this, because I let you
**The Immortal Demon Sect is to resurrect you in order to take over you." The devil said quietly.
Lan Feng pondered slightly, "You seem to be very confident in your Immortal Demon Skill, and you are not afraid that my mind method will swallow the Immortal Demon Skill like other ancient mind methods."
"Aren't you also very confident in your mysterious mental method? Why don't we take a gamble?" said the devil.
"Tell me the devil's decree, Lord Demon Emperor." Lan Feng said, however, at this time, he had no other way. If he didn't gamble, he would have to bleed and die. He had to gamble, and he didn't think he was
Will lose.
Seeing that Lan Feng was so readily, the devil agreed, but was stunned. He had prepared a lot of words to come in step by step.
But these are obviously redundant. Lan Feng seemed to be even more impatient than himself. At this time, the devil became a little hesitant. Is it the young man who didn't understand the terrible devil's decisiveness? Or that mysterious heart
What is the power of heaven that Dharma can reach the sky?
"Are you afraid? This is not like the style of a Blood Sea Demon Emperor. If you don't want to bet, I can quit and talk to you a little girl-like person. I feel like I'm wasting my saliva." Lan Feng was cold and
road.
"Okay... I am worthy of being a descendant of Beiming Tianjun. You are especially above her, because she is always a woman." As he spoke, the devil's voice disappeared, and suddenly a rumor appeared in Lan Feng's mind.
The magic tricks composed of blood color are the ** method of the Immortal Demon Tribulation.
Lan Feng silently read the Immortal Demon Sect once, and he couldn't help but sigh at the power of the Immortal Demon Sect. It was much more powerful than the other three ancient methods of his body. He lived with blood refining [***].
The split body is connected by spiritual consciousness, and a drop of blood and spiritual consciousness can be resurrected.
At this time, Lan Feng believed in the words of the three old monsters. The Beiming Heavenly Lord suddenly killed the two demons when they were seriously injured.
Otherwise, with such magical powers of this demon, the human race would not be able to kill his demon body. It seems that the ancient human and demon war would have something to do behind it.
After sighing like this, Lan Feng struggled to sit cross-legged, and his whole body entered a dust-free and thoughtless **, and he started to follow the magic trick of the Immortal Demon Skill.
The Immortal Demon Prison is very good. This can be seen from Mo Yuntian. Not everyone can make it. However, Lan Feng is different. He has the God-Cultivation Prison against the Heavens and swallows and fusions.
The Nine Dragon True Decision, the only one who is the only one who is the master of the merit and the Qinglong True Decision are in one body. They are mostly integrated with different thoughts of the Tao, but their understanding of the Tao is not comparable to that of ordinary people. (To be continued.)