"Oh...human, you have to die...dea..." Countless demon shadows condensed and roared towards the sky.
The sound was like a death-seeking talisman. The roaring formation swayed, and the magic light flashed in the formation, and the demonic energy rolled and swept through the nine heavens.
"Damn... Damn the Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demon Formation..." Lan Feng felt a big head, and he was almost made crazy by this formation.
Suddenly, Lan Feng seemed to have thought of something, and his bloody eyes swept through the Ghost Face Cliff and then, and finally he focused on the people of various Taoist sects who were imprisoned in the cage.
"Brothers of Taoism, come out quickly to help me." Lan Feng shouted, grabbed his big hand in the air, and muttered something silently in his mouth. He was immediately trapped in the ninth-level golden bridge trapped in the air, and shrank several times, slashed over a group of figures and landed at Lan Feng's feet.
Lan Feng stepped on the bridge, holding the Blood-Drinking Sword in one hand and fighting with the rushing Demon Shadow. He pointed at the other hand, and the blood-colored demon fire broke out from his fingertips and hit the prison door.
Perhaps other martial arts practitioners could do anything about these prison doors made of deep seas, but Lan Feng was in love with blood-colored demon fire, so he could easily open it. The fire of heaven and earth can ignite all things.
The only thing that makes people regret is that the amount is too small, that is, Lan Feng is constantly devouring other fire seeds to supplement, and he cannot make up for this number. Yi Chenzi stepped out of the deep sea cage, and without any restrictions on his body, his cultivation level continued to rise and returned to the Supreme Realm of cultivation.
The Taoist dust swept and turned into three thousand feet of Taoist dust, which was overwhelming the sky and the earth. His body spanned and climbed up the clouds, fighting into the shadow of the demon.
Lan Feng stepped across the Golden Bridge. He saved people while fighting. When he landed on the bridge, he looked like a god of killing, with his hands stained with blood and his feet on the ground.
After a while, Lan Feng released dozens of supreme gods, and at this time he was also injured and covered with blood.
However, there was an unprecedented bloodthirsty killing on his face, and endless killing was everywhere in his bloody eyes.
"Everything comes out, come out..." Lan Feng finally roared to the sky and cremated the spit out blood-colored demon into five blood-colored demon fires, and rushed to the last five prison doors.
"Kill..."
Dozens of Supreme Realm martial artists were rescued and restored to their cultivation. Their bodies were filled with a wave of aura.
So many supreme roared towards the sky. Then the earth shook, and the supreme will enveloped the formation.
"Oh..." The demon shadow could not kill him. Yu Cangkong screamed in a strange way, fearless and fearless, and welcomed the supremes to kill him. "My heart is not dead. Take me Lingtian, destroy the sky... and kill me..."
Lan Feng stood on the ninth-level golden bridge with blood in his body, raised his head and looked into the air with bloody eyes, and stepped down with his big feet.
The ninth-level golden bridge was rotating several times, soaring into the sky and stretching. Lan Feng stepped on the golden bridge and killed it all the way, trying to kill it above the nine heavens.
"Rich my soul, take me seven souls, kill..." At this moment, the other supremes were burning, igniting the anger of the crowd and rushing forward.
"snort……"
When the supreme emperors were about to kill them and were about to break through the formation, a cold snorkeling sounded, and the cold snorkeling was like the Nine Nether Hells coming, covering the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
After a pair of giant hands snorting coldly, they emerged out of thin air and suppressed them in the air. This giant hands are the most terrifying existence of the Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demon Formation.
After slapping the giant hands, he slapped the supremes in the air and fell to the ground with blood, without any more fighting power.
"Boom..." A pair of giant hands collided with the ninth-level golden bridge, alarming Taotian's momentum and fighting to the darkness.
"Haha...haha..." Lan Feng stepped on the golden bridge and vomited blood violently, but the desire for killing on his face was increasing all the time, and bloodthirsty killing was everywhere in his eyes.
The supreme emperors who were hit by the attack were startled and were startled to look at it, and all raised their heads and looked into the air.
"Who is this boy? He is actually in the Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demon Formation, and he is really a genius. If he can escape from this formation, he will be the overlord in the Great World..."
"It's just a pity that he came to the wrong place. This is the important place of the Nether Ghost Sect, the Purgatory Bone Mountain, and there is no way out."
The supremes fought in the bloody war and also lost confidence in the bloody battlefield. They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of such a fight that would never have hope.
"Boom..."
In the last few collisions, Lan Feng's spiritual power was exhausted too much, and the ninth-level golden bridge was damaged too much, and the golden light became dim.
But the giant hand was endless and rushed to the sky and bombarded. Finally, the ninth-level golden bridge could not bear it, so it shrank down and disappeared into Lan Feng's eyebrows.
Lan Feng was swept on his body by a pair of giant hands and fell from mid-air, covered in blood.
"The Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demons Formation, Lan wants to see how you refined it on me today." Lying on the ground, Lan Feng stood up with a roll of blood-drinking sword in his hand and inserted it on the ground with a "bang".
"Young man, this time we have implicated you... No one can break out in this Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demon Formation." Yi Chenzi said with some helplessness in holding Dao Chen who was half-broken in the fight.
"After today, there will be..." Lan Feng snorted, spit out a blood-colored demon fire in his mouth, igniting the demon shadow that was slaughtered, and he looked back and said indifferently.
"I don't know how I will help the young master. I'll just be refined into a puppet here, and my life is no longer my own." Yi Chenzi asked after being stunned.
"I wish to help the young master break out of the Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demons Formation, even if I die..." The supreme people stood up and said with a proud heart.
Although these dozens of supreme masters were injured by giant hands, they did not die. The reason is that the Netherworld Ghost Sect does not want them to die, but instead refine them into puppets and turn them to deal with their own sect.
"I need a blood sacrifice, I want endless power..." Lan Feng said it after seeing the supreme eyes swept on him, and he was slightly stunned.
"Do you want to sacrifice blood to us and get powerful power to rush out?" Yi Chenzi was stunned and instantly understood.
Hearing this, the supreme sects suddenly became energetic and swept towards Lanfeng quickly.
Although they all said it firmly before, they still feel a little reluctant when it comes to the word "death". This is the survival instinct of human nature. Who is willing to die until the last moment?
"Do you have any last wishes? Tell me out. If Lan breaks out, I will hand you over to complete it in the future." Lan Feng said.
In this gust of Yinfeng, the Immortal Refining Ten Thousand Demons Formation, the supremes fell into silence, and their minds entered a battle between heaven and man.
"There is no time left, you will die, die... I, Lan Feng, can break out and ensure that your sect will live a great life without any effect..."
Lan Feng suddenly roared to the sky, and the Blood-Drinking Sword inserted on the ground shook excitedly. With a whoosh, it soared into the sky, landed above Lan Feng's head, and quickly rotated.
Its rotation speed went from slow to fast, and finally turned into a pool of blood, covering him.
Lan Feng's bloody eyes finally glanced at the supreme bodies, then raised his feet and stepped down, jumped into the air, and landed above the pool of blood.
"Young man, if you can break out, when I go to Wuchen Island to announce that Tianchenzi is the island master and will never surrender to the Netherworld Ghost Sect."
"Young man, if you go out, look for my long-lost son, his name is Ye Nongtian."
"Young man, if you break out, when I go to Zixiao Palace and say to Ziyun Fairy, I am Wuyazi, sorry for her... I want her to find another good person... I will never see you..."
...
One by one, the supremes heard his regrets or worries in his life in the last blood sacrifice, and his voice was filled with a vastness and helplessness.
Finally, with a sense of despising death as if life, he jumped up to the blood pool above, merged into the blood pool, and took the initiative to give out his essence and blood.
"Ahhh... Nether Ghost Sect, you will die if you wait, die..."
Lan Feng suddenly roared to the sky, wondering if he was hit by the words of the Supreme Lord on the dying, or the excessive strength of the evil aura that kept pouring out from the blood pool made him roar heart-wrenchingly.
With his roar, the blood pool even spun wildly, constantly sucking the vitality of the supreme, turning into rolling spiritual power and pouring into his body, increasing his cultivation level again and again.