Watching the Demon King leave in a daze, Nie Feng could not react for a moment. After returning to his senses, Nie Feng was already locked in this completely sealed cave.
"This~~ Am I imprisoned?" Nie Feng asked, turning his head blankly at Emperor Yan.
"Incarcerated? Someone will imprison you to such a place with abundant spiritual energy. You should laugh out loud. Did you see the pillar in the middle? That is something completely condensed by the fire-type spiritual energy. The closer you get, the more you get, the more you practice
The more you are, don’t talk nonsense, start practicing quickly, it’s rare that the miscellaneous bird gives you a place like this.” He rolled his eyes, and Yan Huang pouted and said.
"Hey~~ What you said makes sense. Although I still don't understand what the Demon King is thinking, since he is willing to use this place as a place for me to practice, that's fine."
After saying a word, Nie Feng finally ignored the messy thoughts. After sitting down at the edge of the red crystal pillar, Nie Feng flipped his hand and took out the Emperor Hate Sword Technique that he had just returned.
(The emperor hates, and practices the murderous aura of heaven and earth, and the murderous aura is the blade, the murderous aura is full of the sky, summoning souls and summoning destruction, and forming a sword, the soul is based on the soul, the murderous intention is the blade, the mind is the body, and hatred is the intention.)
Like Ziyunxiao, if you want to condense the emperor's hatred, you must split your soul and condense it into the soul of Ying, one of the nine soul bases. Nie Feng, who had the experience of condensed Ziyunxiao's desolate soul, was not worried that he would not be able to do so.
Split out the soul.
Close your eyes, Nie Feng began to slowly split his soul out. With the foundation of both the weapon refiner and the alchemist, Nie Feng's ability to control the soul has been greatly improved. Although he still has the ability to peel off the soul.
It was a huge risk, but not as nervous as the first time, and the speed of peeling off the soul was also increased by the first mate.
When a trace of soul was stripped out, a small soul ball began to form independently. Although the gray-black soul energy was extremely weak, it was finally successfully stripped and condensed. Seeing that the foundation of the soul had been completed, Nie Feng began
Read the cultivation method of emperor hatred.
"Does the killing intention be used as a blade? If it is murderous intent, it is probably not difficult to condense, right?" After laying the foundation for Yinghun, Nie Feng began to condense the murderous intention. If Nie Feng's aura is the least lacking
What is the same? It must be a murderous intent, so the emperor hatred may be the most suitable Nine Sword Technique for Nie Feng.
According to the emperor's hatred magic trick, Nie Feng began to compress the huge killing aura. After the murderous aura and murderous intent were compressed, it began to transform into a liquid like blood condensed, and Nie Feng transferred the blood-like murderous intent.
While pressing into the soul bead, the generally blood-red mini sword began to gradually form within the soul bead.
The moment the soul sword in the soul bead began to take shape, just like the scene when the first time the rape was condensed in Ziyunxiao, the soul bead suddenly became like a bottomless deep pool, madly swallowing Nie Feng's vitality.
Nie Feng, who had already prepared, immediately opened the Martial King pattern, and crazily absorbed the rich fire-type spiritual energy around him and converted it into vital energy. With sufficient vital energy as a backing, the growth of the emperor hatred was smoother than that of Zi Yunxiao.
There are too many, and the fragile soul base is constantly strengthening with the supplement of vitality.
I don’t know how long it took, but I only know that the soul bead that the emperor hated was completely like a water tank that was full of dissatisfaction, constantly absorbing Nie Feng’s energy, which was compared to that of Ziyunxiao when he became a sword.
Compared with the vital energy, there are more than a hundred times more energy, but now with the support of King Wu and Feng Lei Jingyu, Nie Feng can continuously provide vital energy to the emperor's hatred. If there is no King Wu and Feng Lei Jing
If Jade is the case, Nie Feng will never be able to support this huge waste.
As the vitality poured in, the soul bead also became chaotic. The blood-colored mist kept rotating like a spiral, condensed, dispersed, condensed again, condensed again. I don’t know how many times it took, the emperor
The soul bead of hatred suddenly suddenly revived.
An endless stream of tyranny and hatred surged into Nie Feng's heart like a tide. The massacre he witnessed in his childhood, the rolling eyes and contempt he received during the ten years of the Mingzong of the Tianjian Sect of Shenyuefeng, were all the same.
It was a poisonous snake that bit Nie Feng's heart and devoured Nie Feng's reason.
"Roar~~Why!!! Why!! Why do you kill my family!! Why do you laugh at me? I hate!! I hate!!!" The roaring sounded like a wounded beast, Nie Feng's hand could not stop.
The Yan Huang Pojun suddenly turned into a long sword condensed by blood-red.
Nie Feng, with red eyes, was waving the blood mist sword in his hand like crazy. Every time he swung his sword, the huge blood-colored sword energy flew out of the sword, except for those stone slabs protected by barriers.
In addition, the entire cave walls were instantly covered with a large number of sword marks.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Seeing that Nie Feng was like a madman, Emperor Yan suddenly became anxious and shouted a few times, but found that Nie Feng couldn't listen to anything at all. In desperation, Emperor Yan was
Want to uniform Nie Feng.
When Emperor Yan thought, Nie Feng jumped quickly like a rabbit. At this time, Nie Feng could no longer recognize anyone. All he had in his eyes was endless resentment and murderous intent. The fog sword in his hand swung, and bloody colors were flowing.
The sword energy flew towards Emperor Yan.
Emperor Yan was not surprised that Nie Feng suddenly attacked him, because Emperor Yan knew that Nie Feng had lost his rationality at this time and had only resentment. The only way to stop Nie Feng was to control Nie Feng.
The source of the Yan Huang Pojun in Nie Feng's hand was now defeated by the long sword of blood-colored mist.
"Sorry, stupid, who made you become such a stupid person? It's not that I want to revenge on your crime of beating me." He smiled, facing the bloody sword energy flying in, Emperor Yan was
A bright smile appeared, and with a wave of his hand, a long sword formed entirely from the black flames appeared in the hands of Emperor Yan.
'blow'
As soon as the sword of the black flame condensed, Yan Huang suddenly lost his trace. When he appeared again, he had already flashed in front of Nie Feng. Seeing Yan Huang suddenly appear, Nie Feng, who was controlled by hatred, did not think about it.
The sword slashed at Emperor Yan.
The Flame Sword and the Blood Mist Sword suddenly collided. Although there was no sound, Nie Feng's Blood Mist Sword was still shaken open by the Flame Sword. Then, Yan Huang's fair little foot shone on Nie Feng.
Step on his face.
With a 'bang', accompanied by the splatter of nosebleeds, a small footprint suddenly appeared on Nie Feng's face. Nie Feng, who had already occupied his consciousness by resentment, roared immediately after being kicked.
He attacked Yan Huang frantically.
"It's over, I forgot the rules of beating people and not slapping the face. If the idiot finds out, I will suffer!" Seeing Nie Feng rushing towards him with a small footprint on his face, Emperor Yan suddenly felt like he was in a daze.
Just a shock.
"Don't be afraid, just kick a few more times and kick all the footprints away." Thinking of this, the heart of Emperor Yan suddenly became bright, and the light of pranks burst out from Shuiliang's eyes, but soon, Emperor Yan discovered that
My own idea is a little too simple.
With a 'sweat', as when Emperor Yan was at the beginning, Nie Feng, who was rushing forward, suddenly lost his trace. When he appeared again, he was already behind Emperor Yan.
"Evil Art·Blood-colored Pan Nirvana!" Like the sound from the abyss of hell echoed in Yan Huang's ears, Nie Feng behind Yan Huang used incredible sword skills, and countless blood sword shadows formed as if they were about to pan Nirvana.
The blood-colored phoenix wings formed by the sword force enveloped the Yan Emperor, who was shocked.
"Shuiyue Tiandian·Flying Clouds Flying Sleeve!"
Like a fairy's fairy sleeve, Shui Yue Tianwu twitched on a man with flames rising across the opposite side of Huo Ling. The man hit by Huo Ling's Shui Yue Tianwu was like being hit by a cannon hammer.
He was pulled up in the air.
‘Pa’
The man fell on the ring in a very embarrassing manner. The man stood up with difficulty, but before he could stand firm, he was shocked to find that countless water swords were flying towards him, just rising
The counterattack was immediately replaced by a chill, and the man suddenly fled backward in a mess.
"Damn it, this... this monster..." The man who escaped to the edge of the ring burst out with a pair of horrified eyes. With a striking hand, the man blasted a heavy palm towards Huo Ling floating in the air.
Fire Palm, intending to save the defeat.
"Innocent!"
Looking at the fire palms that were coming towards us and smashed many water swords, Huo Ling sneered and quickly formed seals. After a loud "boom", the flame palm in front of him was directly bombarded by the giant seal summoned by Huo Ling.
It became fragments, and the water swords also took advantage of the situation to jump up, pierced the man's body and knocked it off the ring.
"This woman... has won twenty consecutive victories... What kind of monster is it?"
"He is beautiful but he does not show any mercy, this woman..."
Looking at Huo Ling with a veil and outstanding appearance, everyone around him was amazed. If you look closely, you will find that many of the people watching the game had their skin emitting a faint red light.
A mark of flame flashed on their foreheads, and they were the members of the original Zhurong clan on the fifth floor.
In addition to the members of the Zhurong clan, you can also see the Shennong clan, the Thunder clan, that is, the Diwu clan, and human figures are not uncommon. It can be said that in Jinpeng City, there is a big city where multiple races live together, and these
Every moment, people are trying hard to improve their cultivation, for fear of driving them out of this place that symbolizes strength.
Regarding the viewer's comments, Huo Ling just glanced coldly and turned around and got off the ring. This is a ring battle that Jinpeng City has started once a month. As long as they live in Jinpeng City, they can go on stage to fight.
, is a place to test one's own cultivation.
"Miss Ling, congratulations, you have won twenty consecutive victories." As soon as he stepped down, the two women dressed by maids met Huo Ling, and Huo Ling obviously became accustomed to the other party's clarity.
"Miss Ling, you won twenty consecutive victories in just one month. It's so amazing." Another maid saw that Huo Ling didn't say anything, and hurriedly said to Huo Ling. When Huo Ling heard the maid's compliment, Huo Ling
Then he said: "It's just a junior stage competition, nothing to be proud of. By the way, where is Nie Feng who came with me? Have you found out?"