Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"In terms of breath, it is indeed somewhat close."

After a long while, Pang Shiliang nodded and said, "If I hadn't known your identity a long time ago, I'm afraid I would have regarded you as a fallen god."

"They are indeed similar, but if you look closely, there are still some differences."

Hua Xiaoshuang also looked deeply at Ling Feng. With Ling Feng's divine pattern as a cover, she could indeed try the suggestion he just made.

However, even if you disguise yourself as a fallen god and enter Fengxie City, it is still a very dangerous thing.

If you are not careful, you may fall into a situation of eternal disaster.

After all, this is the Sea of ​​Crooked Realm. Once his identity is discovered by other fallen gods, it is not difficult to imagine what will happen to him.

"Ling Feng, you should understand how dangerous this mission is."

Hua Xiaoshuang's eyes stared at Ling Feng's.

In his eyes, there was no fear or flinching, he only saw confidence, an extremely strong self-confidence.

"Someone has to stand up, right?"

Ling Feng shrugged and smiled lightly, "This is also the method with the least risk, relatively speaking, isn't it?"

"Good boy, you are better than me!"

Pang Shiliang strode up to Ling Feng, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Actually, when I decided to break into Fengxie City at night, I was scared to death!"

Hua Xiaoshuang took a deep breath, thought for a moment, took out a porcelain bottle from the Naling Ring, and handed it to Ling Feng, "This bottle of elixir is called Daluo Baoyuan Dan. It can be taken in critical moments." Taking this elixir can stimulate your whole body's potential and increase your strength instantly. However, it also has certain side effects. I hope you won't have the opportunity to use this elixir."

"It's best if you don't need it."

Ling Feng reached out to take the elixir and bowed to Hua Xiaoshuang to express his gratitude.

"Proceed carefully. Even if the mission fails, you must come back alive."

Hua Xiaoshuang took a deep look at Ling Feng and said, "The medical camp is proud of you."

"Junior Brother Ling, take care of yourself!"

Jiang Mengli also glanced at Ling Feng with a complicated expression. At this moment, he was a brave man. On his shoulders, he was responsible for the success or failure of the entire mission, as well as the lives of dozens of elite battalions.

"You brat, I'm waiting for you to come back and drink together!"

Henry Zhang also walked over carelessly, and slapped Ling Feng's shoulder hard several times with his strong hands, which made Ling Feng feel a burning pain.

This guy has really strong hands!

Lu Chong and Ji Ruye also nodded towards Ling Feng to show respect to him.

Outside the tent, several people rushed in, including Hua Yangming, Fu Chaochen and Jin Rulie. The three of them looked at Ling Feng with a look of shame.

Not everyone has the courage to break into the tiger's den alone.

"Brother Ling, be careful!"

"Brother Ling, I'm waiting for you to come back!"

"Brother Ling, take care of yourself!"

The sounds of concern and greetings made Ling Feng feel a warm current in his heart.

The road to martial arts may not be so lonely sometimes.

Hua Xiaoshuang and Pang Shiliang explained some things to Ling Feng, and handed Ling Feng a map of the peripheral area of ​​the Sea of ​​Curved Realm, and formulated various plans to support Ling Feng after his success.

After everything was settled, it was already late at night.

Everyone then left the tent and went back to rest.

And Ling Feng will sneak into Fengxie City alone early the next morning to buy a batch of scorpion tail flowers.

After walking out of the big tent, before walking too far, I saw a figure leaning on a rotten dead tree, crossing his arms and looking at Ling Feng with a cold face.

"Hey, do you really want to do this?"

The person who spoke was none other than Yan Jinghong.

"Why, are you here to care about me too?"

Ling Feng glanced at Yan Jinghong jokingly. This guy changed from his enemy to his follower. In a sense, in fact, it was more like a friend.

"whispering sound!"

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, "I just think there is no need for you to take risks. Don't forget that you have more important things."

"I just do what I think is valuable."

Ling Feng shrugged, walked to Yan Jinghong, and stood side by side with him, "Some things may be done or not done, but there will inevitably be some regrets left in my heart. I do this not because of what I want to do. Heroes who save others do not do so because they want to achieve great achievements, but because I think these people in Sao Feng Camp are worth saving. What do you think?"

"Humph, I just think you are inexplicably stupid."

Yan Jinghong rolled his eyes, turned around and left, but he kept thinking about Ling Feng's words in his mind.

"Do you do something you think is valuable..."

Yan Jinghong took a deep breath, then shook his head and muttered to himself: "How could I be affected by that guy? I'm so stupid, so stupid!"

…

Early the next morning.

Ling Feng had already set off when the sky was dimming. The elites of the first battalion could not hold on for too long, so he had to get these scorpion tail flowers as soon as possible.

Walking into a piece of dead wood, Ling Feng changed into a robe, and used a thousand tricks to change into a middle-aged Taoist appearance, with a mustache, triangular eyes, and his figure also transformed into a lean man, with his left hand A soul-calling flag and a soul-calling bell in the right hand are considered one of the most common attires among evil cultivators.

The evil cultivators of the fallen gods are often named by nicknames such as a certain Taoist, a certain evil king, etc. Moreover, the strength of the evil cultivators is difficult to judge by their aura.

These evil heretics have complicated methods, so they rarely provoke each other. After all, you have no idea what kind of person you are provoking.

In this chaotic land, it is precisely because of this extreme chaos that an alternative order has been formed.

That is, on the basis of the law of the jungle and the strong, the target of attack is unanimously directed against the outside world.

About an hour or two later, Ling Feng saw a rather grand city at the end of a pitted swamp.

From the horizon, it looks like an entrenched dragon, sitting on the ground, exuding a strange and terrifying aura.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng calmed down his heart.

At this moment, he is a fallen protoss. All he has to do is buy a batch of medicinal materials in Fengxie City. It's that simple.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells! Jingle bells, jingle bells..."

Ling Feng shook the soul-inducing bell in his hand, muttered something in his mouth, and strode towards the gate of Fengxie City.

There are several warriors guarding the city on the city wall. They don't have uniform clothes. They just look fierce and evil, like a bandit den.

A one-eyed dragon with an eyepatch on the left looked at Ling Feng and said coldly: "Old guy, why haven't I seen you before? Where did you come from? Tell me!"

"My black-hearted Taoist, why, where did I come from, why should I report to you, a bastard?"

As he spoke, Ling Feng glanced sideways, glared at the one-eyed dragon, and at the same time released the Asura demonic energy from his body.

Although Ling Feng's cultivation level is not high, the demonic aura of Asura is hundreds of times better than the demonic aura of ordinary evil cultivators.

In an instant, the one-eyed dragon withered. Although he couldn't see through Ling Feng's cultivation, intuitively, he couldn't afford to offend this guy!