I! The Strongest Suzerain

Holding the sword, Han Feng slashed for more than half an hour. However, the guardian formation of the Natural Sect remained motionless.

"Grandma's! That turtle shell is hard!"

Han Feng scolded secretly. At this time, Lu Ban came up and said respectfully to Han Feng,

"Sect Master, let me see if I can break this formation."

Han Feng looked at Lu Ban and patted his forehead. He even forgot that Lu Ban was still there.

"Then ask Elder Lu Ban to give it a try."

Han Feng stopped his slashing and slashing, and then Lu Ban slowly approached the great formation of the natural sect. He put his hand on the great formation, and a wave of energy spread.

"Sect Master, this is a defensive formation that is infinitely close to the fifth rank. I'm afraid it will take some time to break it."

Lu Ban opened his mouth and said, and then a Rubik's Cube appeared in his hand, the runes on the Rubik's Cube flashed, and then Lu Ban put the Rubik's Cube into the large array.

A beam of brilliance came out from the Rubik's Cube, and Lu Ban began to set up several array flags over the entire Nature Sect.

A force began to shroud the entire Nature Sect, and then Han Feng clearly felt that the Nature Sect's guardian formation began to weaken. Luban's mecha kept dismantling the ancient talismans on the Nature Sect's formation. .

If this goes on for at most ten days, the formation of this natural sect will be completely broken, and Old Ancestor Tingfeng will be completely panicked, because once the big formation is broken, the natural sect will definitely not be able to resist the Heavenly Gang Dao Sect.

His confidence is this great formation of protecting the sect, but he did not expect that Tiangang Daozong actually has a formation master!

"Qingyi, how long will it take you to break through?"

Old Ancestor Ting Feng said to a few Yuanshen cultivators who had taken the Blood Dream Pill.

"Ancestor, according to the current state, I am afraid it will take at least five years! It may even be ten years..."

A voice rang out, and Old Ancestor Ting Feng frowned. Five years? Ten years? Now, the Natural Sect estimates that it will be less than ten days.

"Brother Feng, what should I do?"

There was a trace of panic in the eyes of Ancestor Yu.

"Looks like that's the only way to go!"

Ancestor Tingfeng's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness. He took out an ancient book. The whole body of the book was gray and blood red. A violent, bloodthirsty aura was flowing on the book.

"This is an evil book that the ancestor found in a ruin a thousand years ago. Although it was an evil book, the ancestor was not willing to burn it at that time. Because some of the secret techniques recorded in this book can be used when the door is destroyed. use."

Old Ancestor Ting Feng said slowly, waiting for Old Ancestor Yu to look at this dark red ancient book with fear,

"Brother Feng, the ancestors didn't have a word, and you can't flip this book casually, or you will be in great trouble."

"I don't care so much anymore, I've been in a huge crisis since now."

Old Ancestor Ting Feng sighed, opened the book slowly, and a bloodthirsty aura instantly rushed to his face.

There are no words on the ancient book, but when Patriarch Tingfeng opened the book, a string of words appeared on the book.

"My dear friend? Do you want my help?"

This string of words had a cold, demon-like smile, with an irresistible bewitchment.

Old Ancestor Tingfeng was even addicted to it for a moment. Then various words began to appear on the books,

"Power, strength, beauty... I can help you, you just need to pay some price."

"I...I want to break through the return to the virtual...break through the calamity...I want to live forever..."

Old Ancestor Ting Feng looked at the book in a daze, and said intermittently, the book suddenly began to flip by itself, clucking...

The last string of text begins to appear,

"Breakthrough to return to the void, you only need to pay a million innate monks, or give me the blood of a hundred thousand purple house monks, and I can help you achieve it immediately...

As for transcending the calamity, you need to pay a million Zifu cultivator, or a hundred thousand yuan of blood from a god cultivator to support me, and I will be able to help you achieve...

As for immortality, it's very simple... Sacrifice your soul to me, become my slave, and I will give you eternity."

A string of words seemed to have a magic power, which made Ancestor Tingfeng completely addicted to it.

"I...I sacrifice my soul...hehehe. I want, I want to live forever..."

Listening to Old Ancestor Feng's mouth, he said, and then another string of words appeared on the book,

"My dear friend, let go of your heart and let me take your soul. Your soul belongs to me, and eternal life will be upon your head."

When Old Ancestor Yu saw this, her complexion changed greatly, she slapped Old Ancestor Tingfeng on the back,

"Brother Feng! Wake up!"

As she shouted loudly, Old Ancestor Ting Feng suddenly came to his senses, and the ancient evil book was also closed all of a sudden.

Hearing Old Ancestor Feng shed a cold sweat on his forehead. It was terrible! Just now, his mind was directly bewitched by that ancient evil book. .

"Brother Feng, this book is too evil, so don't use it."

When Patriarch Yu opened his mouth to speak, Patriarch Ting Feng shook his head,

"Although this evil book is very dangerous, it has helped my natural sect to solve the crisis of extinction several times. This time, only 677 has relied on it."

Old Ancestor Ting Feng sighed and opened the ancient evil book again. This time he was more careful. When he opened the book, a string of words still appeared.

"My dear friend, what help do you need?"

"Find me a way to shorten the time it takes ten years for a breakthrough to be reduced to ten days!"

Listening to the old ancestor Feng said directly, a string of words appeared on the ancient evil book again, "As you wish."

Then, the book starts to turn pages automatically.

clap clap...  

The book stayed on one page and slowly displayed a string of words,

"The art of blood sacrifice is guided by the lives of 10,000 congenital monks. I will bestow great power to make your wishes come true..."

"Ten thousand congenital monks? Where can we find ten thousand congenital monks? And it would be too cruel to sacrifice ten thousand people?"

When Patriarch Yu opened his mouth to speak, Patriarch Ting Feng fell into contemplation,

"Ten thousand is inherently easy, and I can only sacrifice my disciples of the natural sect."

"What? Brother Feng! That's my disciple!"

When Ancestor Yu opened his mouth and said, Old Ancestor Ting Feng showed a trace of cruelty in his eyes,

"So what? It is their honor to sacrifice for the sect, and there are only 10,000 disciples! If there are no disciples, they can still recruit. If the sect is gone, there is nothing left."_