Supreme Demon

The 456th chapter

The ninth **** cloud is unique.

It looks ordinary, it is a cloud of white clouds. Compared with the eighth golden cloud, it is too ordinary. If it is not the first eight clouds, people will doubt that it is a white cloud.

It can be said that such a cloud is over the other eight **** clouds, and it has achieved the effect of returning to the original, which is not negligible.

Undoubtedly, it will be even more terrible, and even Ling Feng has become extremely cautious.

"The eight gods in front of the ancient martial arts can only be said to be quantitative changes, and the ninth **** cloud will undergo qualitative changes." The voice of the purple wind came out from the spiriting beads at the right time.

"Ling Feng, you must be careful."

"I will."

Ling Feng nodded, he also found a difference, the ninth **** cloud is too peaceful, the breeze is coming, the white clouds are moving, but the more he is, the more he is more vigilant.

As the saying goes, there must be a demon in the abnormal situation, and now the ninth **** cloud is like this.

"However, I will definitely go over!"

Ling Feng was full of confidence, his eyes turned into a fierce sword, shining in the air, forming a sly lightning, and then he took a step up.

"Hey!"

He was fast, and in the twinkling of an eye, he reached the ninth **** cloud. His footsteps seemed to step on the cotton wool. The soft and comfortable, the breeze swept his hair, and his heart could not help but be amazed.

There is no horrible pressure, no secret power coming in. He is bathed in the sun, and his breath is long, and he is on the ninth **** cloud.

However, this is too common?

Not only did Ling Feng feel strange, but even the purple wind was the same. On the previous eight clouds, he also felt the secret force coming in, and it penetrated into the spiriting beads, but this time he didn't even feel a point.

What the **** is this all about.

Both of them were stunned and staring at the ninth **** cloud. Is it that the first eight clouds are the real catastrophe, and the ninth **** cloud is only used to swear?

This thought only appeared in an instant, and after being thrown away by Ling Feng, there was no trace of luck in his heart. This ninth **** cloud never revealed a strange side, which made him feel a sense of uneasiness.

This is not the spiritual mind that can be perceived, but the instinct for danger. The ninth **** cloud is like the quietest monster. If you don't move, it must be the level of destruction.

"Come on!"

Yunxi, Liu Shushu, Dragon Lion, and Tsundere Bird are crazy. The breath that was originally held is suddenly loose, and the eyes are erupting with the most embarrassing color.

How many people have been killed in that step, but the blood has died so badly, but Ling Feng has done this, a strong mess, handsome to burst!

This is an invincible talent!

A genius who has experienced two nirvana!

They screamed wildly and yelled, in order to vent their excitement in their hearts. Undoubtedly they witnessed a miracle today. It was not the wildness of the nine gods to suppress the wind, but Lingfeng suppressed the Jiu Shenyun.

This is the style of contempt!

How many geniuses can you do in the whole wilderness, even on the Shenwu continent?

“Is it so simple?”

Under the magical work, Hidden and Qin Ao’s mouths have set off a sardonic arc.

At the beginning, there were many people who went against the gods of the Eight Gods, but there were very few who could really pass the ninth **** cloud, and they blamed it in the end, or the ninth **** cloud was too horrible.

The white clouds, such as the white clouds on the cheeks of the young girls, how much blood was dyed on them, and how many white bones were piled up, which was a pain in the heart of the gods.

That is a day!

Although they are very confident about Ling Feng, the latter stepped onto the Jiu Shenyun step by step, and its talent is unquestionable. Not to mention the first person in history, it is almost the same, but it is Jiu Shenyun after all.

"Hey..."

Just when Yunxi and Liu Shushu were ecstatic, the nine gods clouded and changed. The white light above them danced and entangled together, forming a chain of chains and bound to Lingfeng.

They are extinct like electricity, even Wu Sheng is absolutely unable to escape, not to mention, it is on the Jiu Shen Yun, Ling Feng advance and retreat is impossible, the only thing he can do is discoloration, and then discoloration.

For a moment, he was like a blind man, shrouded in white chains.

This scene also made the sound of Yunxi and Liu Shushu smile, and the smashing on the beautiful cheeks, like the same glass, they looked at the white chain with great fear, and the sudden anxiety in their hearts.

It is not moving, then there is only one possibility, and this is not what they want to see.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the heavens and the earth were gloomy, and the thick clouds formed rapidly on the ninth **** cloud. Even the sun was covered. Only the sky could see the clouds and the roaring lightning.

Each lightning bolt is as thick as an arm, forming a flower together, forming a blade, a godlike arrow. In the most concentrated place, there is a monster that looms, and the tyrannical airflow has penetrated the cloud. In all directions, Rao is the strength of Yunxi, and there is a feeling of trepidation at this moment.

That thunder is too dangerous to be terrible!

It is like an ancient beast. It opened its eyes in an instant, and the eyes can kill people.

"Crazed!"

The cloud did not brew for a long time, and it quickly succumbed to it. It fell on the bound Lingfeng, annihilated his last hope, and could not dodge, then the thunder was a nightmare for the warrior.

At this moment, Ling Feng deeply realized how terrible the ancient martial arts in the purple wind vent, the thunder robbed, he felt the flesh and blood, the broken bones, felt the vitality is passing, the thunder is like a sword, opened him The body, even the silver spirit is unstoppable.

The most terrifying thing is that it is not a lightning, but...

"Booming..."

A dark cloud, but brewing nine days of thunder, countless lightning all banged down, tyrannical power, directly into the flesh and blood of Ling Feng, into the burning pulse, swiftly **** The virtual roads and Nirvana of Lingfeng are all working fiercely, and the phoenix bathing behind them is more clear.

And it has become the focus of attack, the lightning that rushed into the body of the wind, all entered the bathing fire and phoenix along the blood, and the outer focus of the thunder was tender, the original bright, sturdy luster, also like running water. In general, it quickly dried up.

"Stab!"

Suddenly, dozens of lightnings, tearing open the sun, leaving a trace of light, suddenly broke the five internal organs of Ling Feng, shot down on the bathing phoenix.

"Hey." The sound of Ling Feng spurted blood, and there were also five internal organs, which was so painful. It was a little more different than the fire of Nirvana.

But this is still not the end.

The speed of lightning and lightning is getting faster and faster. When the time is tight, Lingfeng is wrapped up in lightning, and the inside and the outside are squeaking and squeaking, and when it is not long, the skin is fleshy and unfinished.

However, this is not fatal. Ling Feng feels that the lightning is destroying his blood and dragging him to the dead road. However, all this happened suddenly, and even he was helpless and could only resist hard.

"Purple wind, is there a way?" Ling Feng asked eagerly.

He knows how overbearing the lightning is. It will destroy the vitality of the warrior until the sun is strong. The average person can't bear a few times, that is, he is so amazing that he can resist the present.

However, he can't hold on for a long time. According to this momentum, he can still resist an hour at most. At that time, even if the ancient martial art has passed, his life will come to an end, even if he is lucky enough to survive. It is bound to fall into a crippled end.

"Oh!"

The purple wind shook his head, and his face was very serious. The ancient martial arts were even more terrible than he had imagined. So many of them fell together, that is, when God came, they must shake their heads.

Obviously, he is not a martial artist. He is also very strange to the ancient martial arts. The help for Ling Feng is limited.

"I'm afraid that if I continue to do this, no one will give you the end." Ling Feng grinned.

"..."

"How could this be?" Yunxi, Liu Shushu's straight smoke, Ling Feng's situation is worse than they think, but they can't help, can only listen to the filth, look at him Little by little by lightning.

"His kid is very hard, he shouldn't die." The arrogant bird and bird must be worn away. It is also very worried. The lightning is already strong, but it is not enough to destroy the wind.

"Boom!"

However, things are going away, the lightning is getting stronger and stronger, and the electric curtain is formed. In the clear sunshine, a space of lightning is torn out, and then it begins to madly impact the flesh and blood of Ling Feng, which is unstoppable.

"Oh!" Ling Feng screamed, his eyes were red and bloody, and the lightning was indeed terrible. He did feel the destruction of vitality. However, the dead wood also had springs, and the vegetation could recover.

In the lightning, he felt the power of being different. This feeling came from the raging phoenix that was about to break. When he was in Nirvana, he always felt that he was still lacking.

Now, he gradually understands that Nirvana is against the sky and will inevitably attract catastrophe. It can also be naturally formed or artificially created. In short, it is the most sorrowful.

Many phoenixes have actually succeeded in Nirvana, but in the end they have not survived, or they have been killed by Heaven.

Only by taking advantage of the creation of the heavens and the air, can we be born new.

It is precisely because all the air transport and the creation are consumed, so their road is much more difficult than other monsters and warriors, and Ling Feng is on this road.

"Is this a Nirvana robbery, or an ancient robbing?" Ling Feng took a deep breath, his eyes closed slightly, his mind and mind united, fully urging the Nirvana and the Void, let them run wildly, and The fire of Nirvana also whistled and lit on him.

He wants to rob!

He doesn't want to die, then he can only get rid of this disaster.