Supreme Demon

The first thousand five hundred and eighty-three chapters seal the heavens

Bang!

A natural earthquake like a mountain and a sea occurred in Fengtian. The grape seed exploded, but it was the level of the heavens and the Tibetan. Unfortunately, it was oppressed and restrained here, and it was only able to express it to the level of heaven and earth.

It was smashed in the bounds of the heavens, tearing open the gaps in the void, but it did not move the heavens. Instead, it was countered by the heavens, and the terrible power exploded, killing the old man in one fell swoop.

"what!"

The old man was screaming, but he was smashed in annihilation, and it broke into blood.

choke!

The second person was defeated by a sword, cut down on the bounds of the heavens, and erupted a terrible divine power, which in turn allowed the gods on the heavens to be smeared and smashed in one fell swoop, and he was more eager than the previous one. It was even a scream that was too late to be sent.

The third master is a cold-shouldered man, holding the hand of the sword and tremble, pressing the force that comes up, fighting the power to fight back, only to suppress it, so the blood is not stop.

He was shocked!

The two masters counterattacked fiercely, and thus died faster. On the contrary, after Ling Feng entered here, he did not start it, and he did not bother to listen to the rain, so he waited for three masters to verify.

It turns out that they are very wise.

The dragon and tiger stunned a cold sweat. Before that, it almost didn't hold back, but if it was done, it was afraid that it couldn't save it at this moment. The gods here are too embarrassing, revealing a fascinating light.

"Lingfeng is thinking of a way!"

The master looked impatient and looked at the wind and was full of horror. They were farther away than the previous masters, but only one of them was there, so he didn't want to die.

"What anxious?"

Ling Feng pouted, when he arrived, he felt that he was close to the fetish, and the value of a master is not big, and he does not care about his life and death.

then.

He looked around and felt "touched" around the lines of the gods. He speculated that he could use the cut-off scorpion and the sacred blade to tear it apart. But he finally shook his head and realized that the heavens were different, not the real mountains. , but a weapon of terror.

“It’s similar to the Nine Stones, but it’s different!”

Ling Feng whispered alone, using the question space, cautiously touching, but at that moment, a terrible breath swooped down, and he was shocked that he immediately took up the space, his face pale, cold sweat.

"Heavenly breath!"

He exclaimed, it seems that this heaven is not a dead thing, but a heavenly creature.

"You can't touch it, don't mess around!"

Ling Feng gestured to listen to the rain, Zhu Zhan, etc. This kind of **** pattern is dead and the power of heaven is not what they can touch at present.

then.

He used the mind to carry out the touch, the true fire and the true water fell, the warmth of the spring, did not stir up the gods at the beginning, but when Lingfeng further contact, but suddenly shocked, want to recall the real fire, but it has That's too late.

A tremor!

The shimmering lines of the gods are bursting out of the horrible power, swallowing their souls and flowing along the lines of the gods, which makes Lingfeng’s headaches split and the Buddha is evacuated.

but.

This only lasted for two quarters of an hour. When Ling Feng couldn't hold it, the gods and sorrows came to an end, without further engulfing, and an ancient heavenly sound blew in the sea of ​​souls.

"Break the heavens, take advantage of the terrain, and make a living!"

"The old days, the sky is closed..."

At that moment, Ling Feng's eyebrows torn, blood flow like a note, but the old voice is stirring his mind, an unprecedented spiritual understanding, is imprinted in the heart.

Fengtianjing!

This is a realm, and it is the creation of this ancient mountain. Only those who understand this power or artistic concept can drive, or move toward a deeper center of the earth.

The presence is not a fool.

A voice is enough for them to understand a lot of things, and for Ling Feng to inspire the gods, people remain skeptical, and the three masters of Tianmen can't touch, but he can. What is this?

but.

At this time, they did not have too much time to think about this problem. Only by realizing that kind of artistic conception can they get out of here, not old ones.

They sit on their knees and they are solidified in the heavens.

"Feng Tian..."

At the moment when Fengtian was activated, Ling Feng felt that the blood was stirring, and a familiar and strange atmosphere was filling his heart. When he sat down, the gods were like springs, feeding back and ringing with the ancient voice. In the heart of it.

"Take the sky and build the soul."

"The old days, the sky is closed..."

The sound rang over and over again, and Ling Feng carefully tried and tapped it, looking through the handwriting itself, looking inside the handwriting, and disassembling it, but found that there was no singularity.

"What is the seal?"

Ling Feng asked himself, he always felt that the heavens were special, the origins were extraordinary, but they should not be the gods of the Tibetan stars.

"What is the weather?"

He was asking, but he did not dare to ask God to do it, but he used his heart to play it, and played this ancient handwriting to outline the weather, but it still failed.

no doubt.

Lie listening to the rain, Zhu Zhan, etc. are also overwhelmed, completely unable to eat this kind of text.

A month is in a hurry.

Ling Feng completely smashed, without any clues, he opened his eyes and looked around in disappointment, trying to find out the problem from the gods.

Initial time.

He did not find anything. The gods were densely swayed and mottled, and people could not find their minds. However, after half a month of gazing, they suddenly realized that there was a hot light in the eyes.

"So?"

At that moment, he was full of boiling, and there was a kind of sensation of breaking the clouds and seeing the moon, and the mirror was open.

next moment.

An ancient blood in his body shines, and together with it shines the gods on the heavens. It seems to flow like water. The sparkle of each **** is very beautiful, and it is reflected in Lingfeng.

then.

The soul, the question space, and the space of the body are running uncontrolled, but at this moment, they are not reversed by the heavens, but they are integrated into one, and they run slowly, sometimes the three forces fly into the gods, and sometimes the seals To Ling Feng body.

"Take the sky!"

Ling Feng’s heart whispered, and the rivers around him, the endless power is pouring in.

"Make the spirits!"

The light on his body, the sound of the rain, the sky is so high that it is not contained. Even the master of the Tianmen Gate flies away from the heavens and completely separates from it, but the body is nailed in the air.

"How is this going?"

The master asked in amazement.

"He seems to touch the core of Fengtian." Lie listened to the rain and exclaimed, what a genius figure this is.

"Genius is never a glimpse."

Zhu Zhan Shen Sheng.. "Genius, understanding, hard work, indispensable, and Lingfeng can go to the present level, it is not accidental, we have lost, lost in this calm and perseverance, even lose In this world of luck."

"My master is powerful!"

Dragon and Tiger said devoutly, but the smile of the thief thief has sold it.

“Everyway!”

Ling Feng's eyebrows are tight and his face is painful. He saw the world's deadly life, a kind of martial law withered, and disappeared into this world, but there is a unique sentiment brewing in his heart.

The blood in his body is a heavy upward trend, forming an endless seal, and began to bind and oppress the space.

"The weather is in the sky..."

When this sound fell, Ling Feng’s body has formed a seal, not only Dan Tian, ​​but also the real fire and true water of the soul sea, and even the body, the seal is very terrible, even if the real fire is burning, the real fire is also annihilated. Drop it.

Heaven and the murderous blade can not open, intercepting the sky and failing, asking the space and body space has lost its effect.

of course.

This is just the beginning. When the time passed in the past half a year, Ling Feng was like a blind man. His body was shrouded and he couldn’t see the truth. Dan Tian, ​​Soul Sea and blood were all sealed.

He is like a spider's prey!

What is the sky?

This is the sky.

A heavy seal sealed his "day" and made him unable to move, but this did not affect his blood circulation, and it would not affect the running of the gods, but at this moment, a hole in the aisle, the power of jumping It is boiling.

"what's going on?"

Lie listening to the rain, Zhu Zhan, etc. immediately shocked, Ling Feng has been completely "swallowed", half of the body has been dusted into the heavens, the atmosphere is dim, the weak is not decent, according to this momentum, can not be a month, Ling Feng may die of life and death.

They are loudly reminded, but they are useless.

They can't move, they can't help each other, they can only watch the disappearance of Lingfeng. If this person is also annihilated, they will not see any hope.

"Damn, this waste can't even be done!"

At the moment of life and death, the master of Tiantianmen couldn’t help but swear in his heart and cursed loudly.

The two Tibetan characters condescended to "kick up" and hope that he can do it, but who can think of them wasting the "expression", this character will not be able to go to the center of the earth, but will die.

In this regard.

The heavy rain, the Zhu war, the dragon tiger and so on are very cold. They are more aware of the purpose of the Tianmen, but now is not the time to solve.

One year’s blink of an eye disappeared.

Time is so exciting and ruthless.

but.

To the surprise of the gods, Ling Feng did not sink to the ground, and remained at that level, but his body had more light and completely bound it until the final breath dissipated.

Life and death!

This is the idea of ​​the gods. In the face of such power, that person has persisted for a whole year and it is a miracle.

however.

Just when they were desperate, the gods were still shining, the old voice that had never been heard, finally passed into the soul sea of ​​Lingfeng, like the sword of the gods, let the blood of the wind boil, three kinds of power spray And his eyes were bursting at that moment.

"What is the seal?"

Ling Feng is aware.

"What is the seal?" This is what Ling Feng always wanted to ask, and got the answer at the moment.

A voice is ringing!

"Guwu Fengtian!"

Bang!

In time, the wind and cloud are discolored, and a light breaks the sky and bound and blocks, rushing to seal the heavens and ruining the sky.

good night.