Pushing forward to be invincible: starting from adding points in the dream

“Not in Yunmeng Forest.”

In the martial arts training room, Chen Feng put down his phone, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He didn’t expect that the prey would dare to leave the safe zone.

However, he was also puzzled.

The other party had stayed in the secret ruins at the beginning, probably because he guessed that the inverted pyramid might change.

This often represents some unknown opportunities, such as the blood of some discovered super-ancient creatures, or other high-level resources.

But now, the other party left before the change.

“What is it because of?”

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, but did not delve into it.

No matter what she did, there was only one thing he had to do.

Waiting for the cooperation agreed by the Black Crystal Group, a precise location to track down and lock.

Then, erase the cause and effect.

After making up his mind, he then ended the steel bone effect trial.

Pushing open the door and coming to the corridor.

There were figures wearing training clothes coming and going on the second floor. They were coaches of some core classes, mostly core disciples of the school.

Most of the students were receiving instruction and guidance in their respective training rooms, standing and practicing boxing.

Some people were exercising in the lobby on the first floor, or going to the small arena to compete.

This new martial arts hall occupies a much larger area than before, with a lot of space on the upper and lower floors.

Chen Feng took a quick look and then saw several familiar figures.

Zhang Guiyuan, the second true disciple with a broken arm, and Zhao Tingxiao, who was wearing a blue sportswear.

Zhao Jushan was receiving the two in the quiet room at the moment, pouring tea for each of them.

He was a little confused when he learned the purpose of the visit: "Junior Brother Chen is still in seclusion, no one can disturb him."

"Wait a little longer."

Zhao Tingxiao was a little confused when he finished speaking.

"Brother, you seem to be in seclusion more and more frequently recently?"

He remembered that he rarely did this before.

"It's different."

Shaking his head, Zhang Guiyuan, who was standing next to him, had gray-black hair and wore an ancient jade-patterned green robe.

Picking up the teacup on the table with his remaining right arm, he sighed: "Junior Brother Chen has surpassed the Grandmaster and achieved the pinnacle."

"The road has come to an end, and retreat is probably to find the way to the future."

"Otherwise, where did the flame true skill that you and I practice come from?"

Zhao Tingxiao was relieved after hearing this, and Zhao Jushan also nodded in agreement.

I wanted to respond before speaking, the next second.

Click!

The door of the house was pushed open, and a young man in a black windbreaker appeared in sight, and a disciple beside him opened the door respectfully.

"Senior Brother!"

Zhao Tingxiao was stunned at first, and then he exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Jushan next to him came back to his senses, and Zhang Guiyuan also stood up solemnly.

Nodding in response one by one, Chen Feng's eyes flashed quietly.

He felt the breath of the flame life seed.

Although it was weak, it was obvious that the three of them had successfully visualized and entered the Holy Flame Awakening Method.

Moreover

Looking at the second true disciple Zhang Guiyuan, he was once severely injured because of the injury of a broken arm, with gray hair and deeper wrinkles.

But now, his hair has turned gray and black, his face is ruddy, and his blood and qi are full.

If it weren't for the empty left sleeve that proved some past, no one would have imagined that he had suffered a severe injury from a broken arm.

"True meaning?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

"Yes! Thanks to Junior Brother Chen for creating the Holy Flame True Art."

Zhang Guiyuan nodded heavily and sighed: "This method is very compatible with the Tianyan Art. On the night when the Holy Flame Visualization was successful, I felt a hint of opportunity."

"After several days of polishing, plus secret medicine to protect the body, I finally barely broke through the realm of true meaning."

Although he was not too excited, his face was still a little melancholy and complicated.

I thought I would never be able to reach the realm of true meaning again.

But unexpectedly, what I lost came back quietly.

The word fate is really unpredictable.

Chen Feng nodded gently after hearing this, and probably sorted out the situation.

The effect of the Holy Flame Awakening Method is not so exaggerated. There is actually an important reason why the other party can break through so quickly.

Before the Flying Dragon Flow incident, the other party had already reached the peak of the entry strength and even touched the threshold of the true meaning.

Later, even if his arm was broken, he did not slack off and give up. It was just because his body was incomplete and it was difficult to open up the meridians and internal circulation, so he could not take the key step of external visualization.

The Holy Flame Awakening Method can temper the body and strengthen the tendons and bones. The life seed itself can also increase the strength, which just helped him to overcome this difficulty.

Without much explanation, Chen Feng then looked at Zhao Tingxiao and the others.

The breath was mellow and the strength was deep red.

"It seems that it won't take too long for you two to break through the true meaning."

Nodding, Chen Feng felt that his choice was indeed right.

The Holy Flame Visualization and the Heavenly Flame Strength are unusually compatible. This may be the future of the Heavenly Flame Art.

Zhao Tingxiao and the others didn't know what he was thinking, but they all smiled and nodded, looking at each other with expectations of breaking through the true meaning.

"By the way, Master said he was going to retreat."

Remembering what he had said before he went down the mountain, Chen Feng nodded.

This was within his expectations, everything was developing towards a better situation.

Then, he planned to give the two some pointers.

But soon.

Buzz!

The phone vibrated.

A screen note appeared in his perception, and the three words Chu Shihong came into his mind.

After the call was connected, Chen Feng finally looked at the three people in front of him.

"Together?"

Swoosh! !

A few minutes later, a flying vehicle took off from outside Yanwu Hall.

The holographic projection of the suspended street was penetrated at once, and the virtual and the real seemed to overlap at a moment.

The three of Zhao Tingxiao have been put on a special combat suit. Chen Feng sat in the cabin, as always, wearing a black trench coat and looking at the other four.

"What is the situation?"

The purpose of this trip was very simple. The evil god church in Luohe City was finally found the old nest.

And because of his previous requirements at the Municipal Federation, he needed to harvest some evil gods in person, so he was asked to go together by the combat squad to prevent it.

"Reporting to Mr. Chen, we have locked the location of Snake Lingjiao!"

The four weapons wearing black combat clothes were walking together with the transformation.

The speaker is a middle -aged man named Peng Gang.

It was one of the newly born resource approved by the Provincial Federation for the establishment of the new city construction because of the construction of the new city.

It is affiliated with the Municipal Federation and was commanded by Chu Shihong.

"Four days ago, after your reminder, we found the traces of snake spirit education in the north district of Luohe City."

"Later, through the overnight investigation, the hiding position of the Snake Ling religion was near the suburban boundary near Suluo.

Peng Gang's face was ordinary, but he only kept his head, which looked quite masculine.

During the speaking, the other three were helping Zhao Tingxiao and they organized their dressing and guns. At the same time, the virtual light curtain was opened and suspended in the air.

The three -dimensional map unfolded, a abandoned steel plant appeared in the outskirts of Luohe, near the junction of Suluo.

"How about this group of people?" Chen Feng glanced at the map.

"Based on the energy reaction instrument, there are some interrogations to estimate that there should be a median messenger among this group of evil people."

Peng Gang carefully said that his expression was serious.

The median messenger level, in other words, is the level of fourth -order ordinary gold and steel level, corresponding to the level of martial arts.

Chen Feng nodded calmly, but had a lot of interest in his heart.

Unconsciously, he has reached the height that the master can't reach.

Some of the forces and enemies who once thought they were strong have gradually become a short mountain, and even a sandbags that can be punching.

I didn't ask more, he immediately sat on the leather chair against the window, seemed to look at the combat information from Peng Gang.

In fact, the shared sight has long been linking, and the number of white gray stones in No. 1 is plundered.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Eye is a deserted field, and the green trees are shaded.

The messy weeds grew around, with insect ants and snakes crawling on grass and trees.

In the whispering of hissing, a flat open space appeared in the center of the green wild forest.

Cracky cement walls growing in mountain tigers and vines, rusty and mottled fences and wrapped thorny steel wire groups.

The connected gray -black steel sheds stand in it. There are warehouses and production workshops. Various waste gasoline barrels, hemp ropes, and wooden boxes can be seen anywhere.

In addition, there are more than a dozen bags of expired cement piled in the corner of the warehouse, and there is a scrapped pickup car opened by the hood next to it.

Everything was included in the eyes of the white ash eye in the corner of the woods. The small stone statue hidden in the shadow and did not fly at will.

Snake Ling Dian is weird and good at snake worms.

A little bit of wind blowing grass will be detected abnormal.

His!

Suddenly, the snake's letter sounded again.

There are dozens of colorful snakes winding from the green trees and gone to abandoned factories.

After a while, there seemed to be a black robe figure appearing in the abandoned factory, and dozens of colorful snakes climbed along his ankle to his palm.

In hissing, he seemed to understand some meaning.

He glanced around again, then he stepped back the fine snake, and then walked into the warehouse.

"Lord Lia, there is no abnormalities outside."

He said respectfully that when he looked up, it could be seen that inside the huge warehouse, the dust was full of earth, and the iron dander was eyeing.

Seven or eight black robe people were also scattered around. More than dozen young men and women were tied up by hemp ropes. The black adhesive tape sealed their mouths and curled up in the corner of the black warehouse with fear.

A hooded snake pattern stands back and stands in the center.

There is a square blood pool of seven or eight meters. It is surrounded by a huge snake -shaped pattern that seems to be a ring, exuding a huge smell.

The sound of Guru Guru sounded from time to time, and the dense blood bubbles appeared on the top.

"Um."

The hooded messenger standing against the back was low, and it seemed to close his eyes and perceived a certain situation.

The person who came to report the black robe was a little worried. He couldn't help but say, "Lord Lia, the whistle in the North District has lost contact, do you say something happened?"

"All die."

The indifferent response, the hooded messenger did not return.

The black robe man's face was stiff, and he thought of something, a little anxious and anxious.

"Snakeling ceremony is the most critical time, do you think we can leave?"

The indifferent cold sound sounded again, and the hooded messenger seemed to know his mind.

The black robe man looked stiff, and then thought of the plan.

The original power of Nanjiang City almost awakened the snake spirit, causing the advent.

Later, although the merits lost a lot, they also left some key things.

Time has passed so long, plus the martial arts pole of Nanjiang.

This is the best place they chose and the last chance.

If you leave

"Go on."

The hooded messenger interrupted his thoughts.

The noodle face of the snake -scale growth was expressionless, and the snake pupil was almost swept away.

The gurgling sound in the blood pool became stronger and stronger, and blood-colored bubbles kept rising and bursting.

It seemed that some kind of creature was about to revive from it, causing the blood pool to boil.

Seeing this scene, the other black-robed people did not dare to delay any longer. They walked to the corners and dragged the people from Luohe City who were struggling and crying, with fear on their faces, and threw them into the blood pool one by one.

It seemed that there was some kind of sticky force interfering. The people who fell into it struggled, but could only sink continuously, watching in horror as their bodies were gradually submerged in blood.

Not even a sound could be made, and the feeling of suffocation gradually came. The nostrils were filled with disgusting stench and trembling fear.

Watching all this indifferently, the black light on the hooded messenger spread out, holding a snake-shaped scepter tightly, his lips humming up and down, as if he was presiding over some kind of ceremony, and praying continuously.

"The great king of winged snakes, the seven angels under the throne of the snake god!"

"Nourish the bones with the flesh and blood of mortals, and descend the spirit with the fear of mortals"

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

As the sound of prayers grew louder, the water in the blood pool became more and more boiling.

Most of the humans thrown into it sank, full of fear, as if they were being swallowed by some giant beast, and were about to sink completely into its stomach and digested into dregs.

"Great King of Winged Serpents!"

"This world is filthy, and we need you to purify it!"

"Humans are stupid and ignorant, and we need your holy light to shine on them, so that they can know the name of the Serpent God!"

The voice became louder and louder, and the cold hooded messenger was passionate, with a hint of fanaticism in his tone.

The other black-robed people around also stopped their actions temporarily, followed everything and joined in the prayer, repeating the words.

"Great King of Winged Serpents!"

"I am your devout believer, Leah!!"

"The world is ignorant and drowsy, please come to this world and sprinkle the holy"

Boom! !

The missiles broke through the air and raged wildly.

A huge hole was blown out of the roof of the steel shed warehouse, almost overturning it.

The entire abandoned factory shook, and the people of the Snake Spirit Cult lost their minds.

Looking up, there were continuous whizzing sounds of air-breaking, including violent missiles that continued to break through the air and bombarded.

There were also silver shuttles that fell near the blood pool, exploding magnetic fields and forming round shields to forcibly protect the hostages that were about to sink.

"Damn it!"

Boom boom boom! ! !

The sound of explosions continued, and several ordinary believers exploded on the spot, and blood was scattered in the air.

The black robes were torn and splashed everywhere, and the faces of other black-robed people hiding near the warehouse changed drastically.

But before they could come back to their senses, they saw aircraft and flying cars coming rapidly in the air.

The disc muzzle turned out, and at the same time, mechanical weapons and modified people stepping on single-person aircraft swooped down and landed.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! !

In the dense sound of bullets, snakes and pythons roared and exploded.

The reckless cyborgs were unstoppable, piercing the steel plates, collapsing the factory sheds, and turning the black-robed believers along the way into a pool of rotten flesh.

A few powerful divine servants and lower-level messengers barely resisted the attack, but soon a shuttle broke through the air and suppressed them.

Watching this scene indifferently, the dozens of flying cars surrounding the sky surrounded several flying vehicles.

Especially the one in the middle, the hatch opened at some point.

A young man in a black windbreaker fluttered in the air, standing high in the air.