Supreme Demon

Hey!

The first thousand three hundred and two two chapters

Jin Hong Yaotian.

Falling down the road, the whole world is dark and scattered.

Ling Feng sits cross-legged, his heart is empty, and he enters the realm of no self. His eyes are slightly smashed, and Jin Hong is sprayed out. Like his body, he is bathed in the holy sun and is drawing an unprecedented picture.

"Hey!"

The small **** tree grows vigorously, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the roots must be strong, and each leaf shines with the holy yang.

but.

It did not endlessly grow, and it stopped at two hundred feet. All the golden light poured into a branch, and God could endlessly, everything throbbed, and under the golden rainbow, the bark bulged, and a flower bud was slowly appear.

It is like a gold water cast, flowing with a different kind of breath, can be shocking.

Unlike the little **** tree.

This flower bud grows very slowly, but Lingfeng can clearly perceive that there is a sinuous sacred rainbow in the flower buds, and each line is distinct, like the blood of the Valkyrie.

more importantly.

At the moment when it appeared, the whole world was sprayed with gold and rainbow, and the roots had to flock to the flower buds. Every thousand roads gave birth to a petal, and the heavy ones sealed it, and Ling Feng was shocked.

"When the stars burned, twelve petals were born, and the death sickle gave birth to ten petals..."

He whispered in his heart. At first he didn't care, but when a divine power came out of it, he made him know more about the petal of the little **** tree. The number of petals is equal to the degree of fear of divine power.

And like a wilderness, it can't be inferred by common sense. It is detached, not measured by the number of petals. However, Shengyang Shenjing does not seem to reach such a height. The whole world is the only one, and the fire is like ice. only.

"Thirteen petals!"

Not much time.

Ling Feng exclaimed, and the flower buds flew out on a heavy flower, making the sacred violent, more mysterious, so that he could not see through.

Obviously.

Once the petals are in full bloom, this power will surpass the Death Scythe and the Star Burning Path, which may be a bit more terrible than the current Shengyang Burning Road.

He pays close attention to it, and his heart flashes a touch of joy.

"Five petal petals!"

however.

Jin Hong did not stop, and still poured into the Xiaoshen tree far and wide, so that the number of petals gradually increased, and when the flower bud reached sixteen petals, the Shengyang spirit in the Lingfeng body slowly dimmed, presenting Exhausted momentum.

And the flower buds have reached the end, not to devour more of the holy sun god, the light and rain around, there seems to be a **** to fly out, transmitting an endless sense of sharpness.

" !"

Finally, after spending a full eighteen days, the flower buds gradually smashed, and they were filled with sorrows, storms and rains, and the heavens and the earth sank, and the faintly clear spirits illuminate the entire dantian.

Each piece of petals unfolds, each piece is heavy and slow, like pushing a heavy door, and the light rain will show a more violent momentum due to this scene, and when the petals bloom to the eighth piece, the whole Dantian They all calm down, and even the little **** tree is still.

It seems that there is a fairy who wants to lift the sky!

"laugh!"

Sixteen petals were completely unfolded, and the light rain was thick and unmatched. There seemed to be endless petals falling between the heavens and the earth, covering the feelings of Lingfeng, and between the petals, a drop of water appeared, transparent and flawless, and did not appear. Gold, and crystal clear, like a magnificent jade.

Big difference!

However, the nails are so large, the space around them is dark, only a drop of water is shining, dispelling the shadow of the heavens and the earth. It has no breath of the Holy Spirit, but it has a lightning breath. Undoubtedly, this is still a lightning bolt.

the difference is.

This lightning has evolved into a drop of water. It is the result of the blending of the half-small bowl of Shengyang Shenjing and Lingfeng blood, but Lingfeng has no doubt that the dripping water is terrible. The power it has nurture has really reached the level of Pingshan. .

"Different lightning!"

Ling Feng's eyes are bleak, and he is surprised by the internal vision. He has never seen such lightning. The lightning like the Shengyang Lightning and the Shengyang Burning Road is terrible. It is beyond the imagination of people.

can!

The emergence of water droplets lightning has subverted people's perceptions. If the Shengyang lightning is detached, then the water droplets of lightning will return to the original, and it is moving toward alternative lightning, which is extremely powerful.

"Is this the direction of the future?"

Ling Feng quickly calmed down and was not affected. This Shengyang lightning was more unpredictable than the previous ones, which made him feel scared, but this is not the most important. This water drop lightning is mapping him to the future cultivation direction.

Shengyang lightning is not the end, and the lightning bolt is the end!

"The ultimate form!"

Lingfeng blood spurts, ecstasy, the creation of the realm of the gods is here, only the baptism of the holy yang, back to the truth, can surpass the realm of God, so even if you walk out of the realm, it will naturally not be affected.

Because this kind of water droplets will baptize the power of the stars to such an extent, although the process is rough, it will not weaken its own momentum and realm.

otherwise.

Once you lose the Holy Sun, the martial arts want to quench the star power to such an extent, fearing that it is not so easy, if it can not be controlled, it may lead to the weakening of the power, unless you can reach the martial arts in the realm of the gods, One step into the true state of God will not be affected.

Either let the holy sacred power return to the truth.

Or, take advantage of Shengyang Qili to enter the real world!

This is the only method.

of course.

Most of the martial arts will choose the second one, only because the first one is too difficult, there is no such talent, it can't be done at all, not to mention the metamorphosis of the holy **** and the small **** tree, but it is beyond doubt. The truth is that the return to the true state of the gods will subvert the gods.

For the gods, this is the real martial art, and the rest are pseudo-deities!

"Extreme lightning!"

This is Ling Feng's interpretation of the lightning of water droplets, and he is very eager to refine the other six divine powers to this step, returning to the original, presenting the ultimate form, then, when he enters the true state of God, there will be qualitative changes.

This is the end.

The Great Devil has entered the eighth-level martial arts.

......

The spiritual domain is calm.

The tossed butterfly that jumped up and down, the body bears a light, the little belly is bulging, it eats too much Shengyang Shenjing, it can't be digested in a short time, but Shengyang Shenjing also wants to crush it. And thus bear the light.

no doubt.

When it wakes up, it will be completely different. If you really go to the heavens, it will become the help of Lingfeng.

Shortly after.

Lingfeng stood up and smiled slyly. He took the sky to the sky and earned Dantian. He himself took a step forward and put all the income into the spirit beads. He roughly estimated that there are eight bowls, which is enough for him to make himself. The body is gone.

but.

For the Qing dynasty and against the gods, it is not enough. Perhaps it is impossible to make every martial art, but not every martial **** is qualified to eat the sacred god.

"To lay down a few Lingshan."

Ling Feng secretly scorned, he got a residual picture from the hands of several gods, very simple, although from the realm of the gods, but this is nothing but extension, there is no such breath, and the above is only a rough marking of several regions , on behalf of these places may have Lingshan born.

"Most of them are in the heart."

Ling Feng Emei, the core area of ​​the gods is called the boundary heart, it is a unique place, the real creation is in it, the sacred land in the rumor is also among them, although there may be as many as six, but he I feel that being able to have one is already very shocking.

"It is impossible to have six seats!"

He directly spoke, Lingshan has already been so, the sacred land is unimaginable, there can be one unimaginable between heaven and earth, and there are as many as six, unless it is the peak of heaven.

This is obviously impossible.

then.

He walked into the center of the spiritual center, and saw the glimpse of it. He couldn't help but frown. This cockroach was very wrong and made him vigilant, but he missed it so much that he was not too reconciled. Therefore, he sacrificed God, cut off the heavens, and made a savage blade. .

God stayed in front of the town, the heavenly path is in the hands of the murderous blade, and the scorpion is the one that slams into the sky.

"Crazed!"

There was no accident. The glimpse was cut off from the top and fell down. I couldn’t see any horror, but the above-mentioned Taiji **** map and the ancient beast totem made Ling Feng scared and always felt that it would eventually be awful.

He sacrificed the scorpion and took the scorpion into the devouring beads.

"Go back to the gods, ask the Lord, or ask the Holy Spirit."

Ling Feng said with meditation, he is more inclined to the Lord, the fairy is a guy who is very dark, maybe he can eat it.

The spirits are empty.

Even a hole in the sky has been evacuated by Ling Feng. These can detain the holy sun and the power of the future. He certainly has a role. He does not want to let it be buried. Then he tears open the light curtain of heaven and walks out of the spiritual domain.

There is nothing to be nostalgic about.

"I want to go forward and be able to take you away. If you surrender, I will make you stronger!"

Vacuum zone.

Ling Feng secluded opening, the true **** level food **** grass, in the gods is equivalent to a peak figure, if you go to Lingshan, you can sacrifice it, so that it is killed and you help from the side, killing the opponent.

"Oh la la!"

The king of the grass immediately flew, excited, they have been in the tens of thousands of years before the spiritual domain, have long been unable to hold, and the spiritual domain has been exhausted, it will not be long, it will be a dead, they will also decay, This is obviously not what it wants to see.

"Let them not to resist!"

Ling Feng slanted the grass in the king, and spoke, and then, the lightning between his hands, the extreme lightning appeared with the wilderness, the time, the sky shines, the spirit beads fly over, zoom into the size of ten feet Beads, all of the grass king, a plant of the **** of the gods grass into the income.

Until the silence is here, Ling Feng is relieved. The **** of the gods is different from other creatures. The spirit cannot be detained. Now, walking out of Lingshan can seduce it and make it surrender, but the future is still an unstable factor.

but.

He has such confidence, once stepping into the realm of the martial arts, raising his hand can suppress the king of the grass.