Fantasy: Get Hundreds Of Millions Of Times Cultivation Talent At The Start

"Wow!"

With the collapse of the formation, all the ambush mechanisms in the entire courtyard were exhausted, and the battle was over.

In the yard, the corpses all over the ground were all dead in the hands of Han Feng.

In this regard, Han Feng's expression did not waver at all, as if it was not him who had just shot!

"Now! This is for you!"

Han Feng's figure flickered, and he quickly raided a lot of Sumeru bags and obtained a lot of things. He waved his hand and gave Little White Pig a spirit fruit.

"Wow! Are you a pet when you are the emperor? The emperor never eats food!"

Upon seeing this, the little white pig wailed strangely, spraying white gas from his nose, with a look of disdain.

"Don't forget it!"

Han Feng was not polite. He directly wanted to take the low-grade spirit fruit of the profound stage, but suddenly felt a strong wind blow by, and the spirit fruit in his hand disappeared.

"Crack!"

I saw the little white pig dangling the spirit fruit and entered the room, murmured, "No, this is the result of the great emperor's labor, and it cannot be wasted!".

"This guy! He really looks like a pig!"

The corner of Han Feng's mouth twitched, and he shrugged helplessly.

"Good boy, I almost lied to you!"

Suddenly, a cold and old voice came, and it fell on Han Feng's ears at just one point.

At that moment, the boundless chill swept in, making Han Feng couldn't help but shudder, his heart was cold, and he felt that the boundless sea of ​​blood was flooded in all directions, and it was difficult to struggle and breathe!

At this moment, the surrounding atmosphere has solidified to the extreme!

momentum! Infinite momentum!

"not good!"

Han Feng whispered in his heart, turned around with difficulty, and turned his head to look, only to see a thin old man who appeared in the courtyard so quietly, in front of Han Feng.

And this old man, three feet above his feet, stood with his hand in hand, and walked away from the sky!

Heavenly Martial Realm!

Han Feng is no stranger to this old man. It is the leader of the group of Heavenly Martial Realm powerhouses that Han Feng pretended to be the commander of the Northern Territory before, and scared away—the Scarlet Old Man!

"He found out so soon? What about the other Heavenly Martial Realms?"

Han Feng glanced around, only to find that the surrounding area was empty, no one was there, and his brow furrowed even more.

"No need to look! Those guys are just cowards, and when they were slightly scared, they ran away without a trace."

The old man with red blood looked at Han Feng, contemptuously said: "At this time, you still have the mind to see around? Why? With your weird poison skills? The Bufan formation? Or other means?"

As he spoke, a golden token appeared on the waist of the old man with red blood, with the word ‘Follow the wind’ engraved on it!

good! He is also an assassin of "Follow the Wind"!

Gold assassin!

"Lin Yaoshizi said that the old man should be careful of a young man. He is a variable. The old man doesn't believe it, but he didn't expect that he almost followed the way of your yellow-haired boy today!"

The red blood old man slowly said, a jade talisman in his hand slowly shattered, that is a transmission jade talisman, which can transmit sound for thousands of miles!

At this moment, the scarlet old man burst out with a terrifying aura. It was the summit of Tianwu, the pressure was like a mountain, and the blood rushed to the sky, covering the entire yard, and all the actions of Han Feng's body were also fettered.

Part of the reason why he can become the leader of these Heavenly Martial Realm powerhouses is to avenge Zhang Erhe, and the biggest reason is that he is an assassin organized by the wind, and Lin Yao sent him!

Just now, he was just like those of the Heavenly Martial Realm powerhouse, was shocked to lose his mind and fled away, but after a transmission jade talisman on his body was broken, the information he received made him understand everything.

It turns out that this is just a trick for the little thief in front of him!

"It seems that you still don't look enough!"

At this moment, from the top of the teahouse in the distance, Lin Yao lightly sipped a sip of tea and smiled indifferently as he watched the vast sea of ​​blood soaring into the sky in the distant courtyard.

On the tea table beside him, a transmission jade charm lost its luster, slowly shattered, annihilated as dust, and dissipated.

A true tianjiao, with outstanding martial arts, but also has absolutely extraordinary talents and strategies, otherwise, even if you are naturally talented, you will definitely not be able to grow up and become a real strong.

In the long river of years, the talented generations are like the crucian carp who crossed the river. They are endless, but the big waves are scouring the sand and the last is left. How many people can stay in the history?

In Lin Yao's view, Han Feng's Martial Dao has constant talent, through formation and pill refining, it is dazzling and unparalleled.

But tonight is doomed to death.

Of course, what about your talent?

Before they grow up, they fall completely and can only be reduced to jokes.

And a dead person, for Lin Yao, is no longer an opponent...

In the courtyard.

Han Feng looked at the old man with red blood standing in the air with solemn eyes. This was a terrifying powerhouse on the top of Tianwu, and he couldn't resist it at all!

"Is there any unexplained means? Come on quickly!"

The old man with red blood looked at the boy in front of him with interest, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, and sighed lightly: "I have to say that Zhang Erhe really has a good son! A genius!"

"Your talent makes the old man jealous, and you see the shadow of Zhang Erhe in you! No! You are even more enchanting than Zhang Erhe!"

"The old man regrets that he didn't kill him before he grew up! But now, killing a son of his, who is more enchanting than him, can also make the old man enjoyable!"

"Let's talk! Boy! What other means did you fail to use? If not, just wait for Death! If you kill you, the old man will find Zhang Erhe, avenge the old man, and destroy the entire Northern Commander Mansion!"

"The dignified northern mansion is destroyed in the hands of the old man. This will also make the old man's name go down in history!"

While talking, the old man with red blood stepped out, step by step towards Han Feng.

As he approached, the bloody smell that Han Feng consciously rushed toward his face was enough to mess up his mind, collapse his soul, and Killing intent filled the space.

And when the red blood old man walked in front of Han Feng, this bloody aura climbed to the extreme, like a mountain collapsed, like a sea approaching!

"Fuck your uncle! Fight it!"

Suddenly, Han Feng burst into a dazzling thunder, and the thunder and fire Spirit Power interlaced, letting out his momentum like a crack in the ground and a landslide. He knew that he had to go all out.

The Black Tortoise Realm contends with the Heavenly Martial Realm. He can only go all out, use his full strength, and use all his means, otherwise... will die!

In an instant, Han Feng flew with both hands, his handprints condensed, and his body seemed to have the secret patterns of amulet bursting out. The armor of his whole body was untied, revealing his qingyi, his robe was hunting and hunting, centering on the whole body, there were tortoises on the ground. Crack spread.

An overbearing and unmatched aura burst out of Han Feng's body, unmatched stunned!

"Boom!"

At this moment, Han Feng's whole body of blood was torn apart by the Spirit Power of Purple Lightning Thunder and Fire, and turned into a sea of ​​fire Thunder Spirits. Behind him, the phantom of sixty tigers appeared one after another, and the momentum of his body was rising steadily.

At that moment, it was a breakthrough and a new Realm!

Black Tortoise Seven Stars!

Under the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Martial Realm, Han Feng has once again used the momentum to break through and enter the Seven-Star Realm.

"Hula la la la la!"

In an instant, the boundless and endless Spiritual Qi of the whole world turned into a torrent and gathered into Han Feng's body. Ten thousand spiritual veins emerged on the surface of Han Feng's body, converging to make incomparably bright brilliance. Thunder Fire Spirit Power ran between the spiritual veins and gave Han The most powerful force support of the wind!

At the same time, Han Feng suddenly heard a loud shout, like a dragon roaring in the sky, like a tiger shaking the mountains and forests.

"Nine Tribulations Point! Out!"

Han Feng reached out, pointed in the void, and the boundless rune secret urn burst into the sky, bursting out like the brilliance of the day, and in an instant, countless dripping confluences, like the aggregation of thousands of attacks, finally turned into a finger.

One finger Ling Nine Heavens, one finger crossing the Nine Tribulations!

This is the Nine Tribulations!

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