Along with the god pattern on the forehead, a change in the bone marrow again, from the heart of the eyebrows, turning around, poured into the limbs.
In a moment, the golden retriever giant apes transformed by Ling Feng originally burned the fire of the flames of the flames, which turned out, and replaced it with a layer of white frost, covering the whole body of Lingfeng.
The golden hair seems to have become snowy white.
Golden Maohuo ape seemed to become a frosty snowy ape.
Similarly, the originally hot and overbearing breath became like ice purgatory, frozen bone marrow, Ling Feng's eyes, slowly opened.
The god pattern re -condenses, the power of divine nature, and the outbreak again.
"What? How is this possible?"
The deserted gods widened their eyes, and the eyes of her body were all climbed with blood, making a deafening roar, "trouble!"
In the sound of violent drinks, the deserted god waved the Taikoo magic sword in his hand, and slashed to Lingfeng.
And the white -haired snow apes turned into Ling Feng, grasped the dozen of the dozen in their hands, and shouted by the sky, the dark sword is as dark as ink, covering a layer of silver frost.
Everyone is destroyed, and it turns into a square sky.
The difference is that Fang Tian painted the halberd with golden red light. At this moment, there is a cold and frosty cold mang.
"Tian Ji Jiu Jue! Summit!"
The huge body of Bai Mao Snow Ape bowed slightly and painted Fang Tian, like a spear, and threw it out.
Alas!
The snow -white cold light, sealing all things, condensing time and space, smashing the potential of the world, and shooting towards the deserted chest, shot hard.
"Small carving!"
The deserted roaring, raised the Taikoo Demon Sword, transported his feet all his strength, raised the sword to cut, and made the momentum that would throw the air of the volley and fly directly.
Unfortunately, he still underestimated the power of "Qian Kun".
Click!
For a moment, the Taikoo Magic Sword was crushed, and the power of the world that penetrated the heavens and the earth broke out. In an instant, the huge body of the deserted god was more than a hundred feet away.
Pasted!
The deserted gods retreated madly, and the ground under his feet shakes violently, and countless hills boulders are all pink!
However, the power of "Qian Kun" is far from completely dissipated.
"I don't believe it!"
The deserted god burst out of the sky, and he grabbed the pointed blade of the Fang Tian painting halberd in both hands. The palm was directly cut directly by the lingering spirit, and the blood splashed out.
Well!
For a moment, under the huge body of the deserted god, it seemed to fall down like a pouring rain. His dark green blood splashed on the ground, and the sound of "nourishing" burnt.
Fangyuan is thousands of feet, and it will become a scorched soil!
Alas!
However, even so, the flying halberd still penetrated the deserted chest directly, nailed his body on the ground.
And that horrible power, even the two blocks of his arms were twisted directly!
Click!
Click!
The two arms of the barren god pulled it down weakly, and the eyes of the evil god on the deserted god actually closed more than half.
These evil eyes represent the power of evil gods contained in him.
The closing of evil eyes means that his power is weakening!
Moreover, it was a moment, and it was more than half of it!
"He was injured!"
"Great, that guy, it's finally injured! President Ling's attack has worked!"
"Oh my god, God, what kind of power, how can it be so scary!"
Among the crowd, there was a cheering sound first, and then there was another emotion, shocking!
The power erupted by Ling Feng is no longer understanding at this level.
Kakabel, his complexion is dignified.
Kurosaki is mad, sinking silently.
Gaia shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Non -dead Chuan is ashamed.
As for Naurede, he tightened his fist and gave birth to a strong sense of weakness.
With your own strength, I am afraid that it is not worthy of the Lingfeng shoes.
Only Mu Yanxue, full of excitement on her face.
In the present, only her is completely from the heart, and she does not mix any other emotions. I am so happy to be for Ling Feng.
"Impossible, never!"
The deserted blood spit out a bite of blood, and the huge body struggled crazy. Obviously, he didn't plan to admit defeat like this.
This shadow island is all under his control.
Even if the Lingfeng occupies the upper hand for a while, what about it?
His power will weaken sooner or later, and he will fight with him for a long time.
See who can be dragged!
Well!
I saw Ling Feng's big move and took it back to the Fang Tian painting halberd.
It can be said that after integrating the power of Yan Jinghong's god patrol, his strength has indeed been further rising.
After all, Yan Jinghong obtained, but the god pattern of the Eight Classics of the Eight Classics!
Moreover, in this state, the power of the god pattern that Ling Feng can master is even more than Yan Jinghong.
Under the infusion of the power of the god pattern, the power that was originally hidden in the depth of the blood in Lingfeng's body finally finally had a trend of awakening.
After all, he was originally a crystal combination of the two top blood veins of the Tiandao family and the Tiansai family.
For a long time, Ling Feng has only gained half of the power of heaven, and the power of the sky patrol has hardly developed.
In other words, his power patrol power has been used as a kind of vassal, which is completely reduced to the accessories of the power of heaven.
But in fact, the patrol clan can dominate the fairyland, second only to the Tiandao family, the gap between the blood of the blood and the blood of the dynasties is not the difference between Tianyuan.
It is only in Ling Feng's subconsciousness, and he has always been hate on the Cathedral family, so he instinctively abandoned this power.
But this time, the power of the strong patrol of the sky flowed around his whole body, the other half of his blood hidden in his blood, and finally woke up.
Nympho
Among the chaos, the origin of Ling Feng's soul has been trapped here for a long time.
The chaotic light around that was like an indestructible sky prison barrier, and letting Ling Feng could not leave it at all.
And this layer of chaos will not cause any damage to him, just trap him here, that's all.
"Damn, I don't know the situation outside, what is it?"
Ling Feng frowned, and there were powerful enemies such as deserted gods, but he was trapped here.
He didn't know that at this moment, his divine nature dominated his body, and he had begun to kill the Quartet.
Even if it is a desert, it can only avoid its edge for a while, and dare not touch it with it.
At this moment, a cold breath came in since the light of chaos, Ling Feng trembled slightly, and a complicated pattern of the pattern appeared in front of him.
"Um?"
Ling Feng obviously stunned. This god pattern, complexity, far exceeded the so -called three superior priests.
Even, even surpassing his ancestral dragon pattern.
The amazing cold passed on the god pattern can actually be in this chaotic space for a long time.
"This ... what is this?"
Ling Feng looked at this god's pattern, and he faintly felt the atmosphere above, and there was a trace of familiarity.
Yan Jinghong's power to patrol the ice, it seems that there is so close.
However, compared with this god pattern, the sky patrol is not worth mentioning.
"Ling Feng?"
Suddenly, the god pattern, spoke.
This sound seems to ...
Yan Jinghong!
"Brother Yan?"
Ling Feng stunned, then stared at his eyes, staring at the god pattern, incredible: "Brother Yan, is it you?"
How could Yan Jinghong's voice appear deep in the sea of his spirit?
This is too weird.
"It's me."
Yan Jinghong's voice sounded again. "It seems that this is the depth of your conscious space. The guy who fights outside is your divine instinct. I really didn't guess it."
"What are you talking about? How can you appear here? In my conscious space?"
Ling Feng is like a monk of Zhang Er, and he can't touch his head.
"Speaking long."
The god pattern in front of him, or Yan Jinghong's consciousness, began to make himself how he got the heavenly pattern and how to come to the Shadow Island.
Things, coming.
"this……"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and immediately stared at the god pattern in front of him, smiling lightly, "So, Brother Yan, really congratulations, he actually got the god pattern of the celestial patrol family.
There is no limit. "
At first, Yan Jinghong was able to refine the power of the sky to patrol the ice. It is already a different number. Now, he actually gets the god pattern of the sky.
The opportunity of this guy is really not shallow.
However, now he is really qualified to be his own peers.
"It is also a coincidence, I just gamble, but I didn't expect that I can really integrate that god pattern."
Yan Jinghong's voice still has a little cold chill.
Ling Feng shook his head and smiled. This is Yan Jinghong's character. If one day he really, like the cheap donkey, he would feel weird as himself.
"But then, how can you push the power of the god pattern directly into my body?"
Ling Feng blinked, stared at the god pattern in front of him, and asked lightly.
"In your body, there is the power of the same source as this god pattern. If the water is not available, this should be the name of the original owner of the god pattern. You have the power of blood that is almost the same as him, so I can only be able to do it.
Form the power of God's pattern with you. "
"Water without ..."
Ling Feng murmured and whispered. In his body, he did have the power of the Catabelfo family.
In his body, he flows half of his mother's blood. Of course, he also has the power to patrol the sky!
Sky Tour Bing Clan!
His mother comes from the Catabelfous Bingbu.
When he was very young, he once asked Grandpa (Ling Kun), why other children have parents, but they do n’t have themselves. Who is his parents?
At that time, Grandpa always said a name very impatiently.
Shui Xiou!
His mother, named Shui Xirou.
Could it be said that the ancestor of the mother named Shui Wuwu is the ancestor of the mother?