Supreme Demon

Chapter 625—The Power of God

A fire!

It shines with the heat of burning flames, and the ice is cold like ice. The two eventually merge into one, forming a unique kind of fire, and the color has also undergone great changes. The golden light is restrained and the white light is scattered, let it present. A faint color, like the stars in the sky.

Burning ice!

Ling Feng thought of it, it can be said that this is unprecedented, the only one who came after, the unique kind of fire, but when it appeared, he only showed these four words in his heart.

Its power is much stronger than the Tai Chi Holy Fire. It is like a wild and fierce beast. There is a horrible momentum between the movements. It is flying and blowing, and the power makes Ling Feng’s heart beat and ecstasy.

Of course, the change is not limited to this. Around the burning of ice, there is a faint ray of light, which constitutes a very incomparable picture, which is like a deep starry sky!

The power of ancient weapons.

Ling Feng was very excited to think that this was formed by the fusion of his three forces, but what made him look strange was that this ancient force did not have any record in the ancient Wushu technique.

This made him also very skeptical, this is the holy fire, or ancient Wu.

"Yes and no, you will see it soon!"

Ling Feng was very weak, but the scorpion was screaming at the cold killing. He was tortured by Jin Zhi for a year. Now, it is time to fight back.

The next moment, he urging the burning ice flame to crush the past toward the power of gold. For the rest of the day, the whole Dantian was lighted up, the glory of glory, illuminating all directions, the vast fluctuations, the blood of his blood. They all burned up.

"Hey!"

The ice-burning fire was shot down on a gold force, and the metal-like vibrato that came from the body suddenly slammed into the wind. Immediately, the force of gold fell, and there was a crack on it, like the most terrible weapon. Cracked the same.

On the other hand, the burning of the Holy Fire, it has not been affected, still standing in the blood of Ling Feng, such as a King of the King, is despising nine days and ten places.

Just a hit, it is not the power of the gold!

This result makes Ling Feng worry. Obviously, this is not the power of burning ice, but the fierceness of the virtual light around it. They can evolve into a handle and kill, and this is the three forces of Lingfeng. The strength of the training!

It is the power of ancient weapons!

At this moment, Ling Feng has already been affirmed. The power of ancient Wu is a huge threshold. Without reaching this level, it is impossible to break the power of gold. Although he does not know which kind of ancient force he belongs to, at least It is powerful enough.

"I am alive!" Ling Feng eyes wet, he has suffered too much suffering in the past year, it is not only physical, but also spiritual, huge pressure almost let him collapse.

But in the end, he still succeeded!

"Comprehensive counterattack!"

Ling Feng’s eyes were fierce and weak, and the ice-burning fire rushed toward the power of Jiu Dao Jin. A virtual light became a sharp blade and slammed down.

"When, rub it!"

The force of the cracked gold was cut off, the light was dim, and it was immediately shattered by the vain light. The sharp force inside was wiped out, leaving only the pure power and the blood.

"Hey, hey..."

The ice-fired fire was fired again, urging the virtual light to kill it. It was too violent, and it smashed the power of the eight golds. The flame above it dimmed, and then it slammed into the ninth. The power of gold.

"boom!"

The power of Jiudao Jin was broken, and he was fed back to the broken ancient Wuxi blood of Lingfeng, and the Taiyi Zhenshui came in and healed the cracked place.

After a short time, Ling Feng’s ruined body was healed.

However, as he was dying with blood on his body, it was not the golden body, but the shining brilliance of the stars, which faintly appeared under his skin, and looked far and bronze. The spirits are very similar.

"Hey, call..."

At the moment when Ling Feng sneaked, the dark veins suddenly ran up, connected a cave point, and rushed into the blood of the ancient Wu. In an instant, his whole person shone.

The virtual veins have become the ancient blood, the dark veins are the empty veins, like the jumping and running the heavens and the earth, and the acupuncture points are filled with the power of the majestic.

All this seems a bit confusing, as if the warrior who was interrupted by the meridians is scattered.

However, when the ice-burning fire flew into Dantian, the scattered picture was instantly activated.

The ancient blood and veins of the ancient Wu dynasty, one bright and one dark, constitute an ancient picture, which is the deepest ancient picture of the starry sky. The acupuncture point is the star, and the burning of the ice is the hot sun.

Nether Shinto!

Ling Feng looked at this scene with horror. He almost bite his tongue and head. The single virtual pulse can only be said to be a void road. When the virtual pulse and the empty pulse are combined into one, it is the real void.

"The power of God!"

Ling Feng’s tongue, but his heart is very moving, and his eyes flashed a bit and he will understand that his Tai Chi flame, body golden light and thunder fire power can finally form the power of the Five Elements, or the power of Taiji. However, it was distorted by the emptiness of the Shinto and there has been a tremendous change.

But it also made Ling Feng form the power of the gods, stubborn and weak, it is difficult to distinguish.

Although his power of deity has shattered the power of gold, he is constantly urging the power of the gods, and the power of gold can only rely on oneself to absorb the mystery of the heavens and the earth, which obviously cannot and ancient Compared with the military, failure is inevitable.

The power of Taiji ancient martial arts is even more powerful, and the power of sacredness can be compared with it. It is hard to say.

"Call, almost a year!"

Sitting on the grass, Ling Feng raised his head and looked stunned. He finally did not let the disappointment of the people, and survived.

More than that, he has become stronger.

"Five-level Wu Sheng!"

Ling Feng shook his head in a wry smile, surrounded by five kinds of virtual light, like a halo, if it was difficult to see at night, which also meant that he was a five-level Wusheng.

However, on the other hand, he is downgraded.

Before, his thunder and fire power reached the peak of the guru, and he was comparable to the six or seven-level Wusheng realm. The golden body was unparalleled, and it was comparable to the eight-level Wusheng peak. After the three were in one, he only had Five-level Wusheng, is this not a drop?

However, in terms of combat effectiveness, he is not inferior to the original, and even slightly stronger.

After all, the power of the gods is different, qualitatively speaking, it is even more powerful than the power of gold. This also means that once the wind has done its best, it can reach the level of leapfrog battle.

"There must be a loss!" Ling Feng was also filled with deep helplessness.

The power of sacredness is indeed powerful, and the singularity of Jinguang cannot be compared. However, this also means that he will have several times or even dozens of times in each level. He wants to break not only the realm of martial arts, but also the spirit. Mindfulness and physical state.

In other words, he used to break through three levels in a year, but in the future, he can only break through a realm, and even one realm cannot break through.

You said that this is not a pain.

"However, it is the luck of the world to survive." Ling Feng showed a smile, full of vigor, facing the sun, and stretched out a lot.

He did not rush to stand up, but instead, he was still sitting on the grass, running the empty sacred way, and the wound in the guilt was completely healed, and he fell to the grass.

The breeze is coming, Ling Feng is in the Shutai.

"Hey!"

He opened his mouth and screamed at the sky, and the huge sound waves stunned the ten parties, which made Liu Shushu, Ling Qing, Aojiao, and Yunxi spirits shocked. They looked very happy. They were all in the voice and heard a tyrannical power.

What does this mean?

it goes without saying!

"Hey!" The next moment, they flew over and over, because of the overly worried and pale face, it also showed a blush.

However, when they arrived, the picture was a bit strange.

I saw that on the blood-stained and broken grassland, Qin Feng leaned forward in front of Ling Feng, holding his fists in his hands, and his posture was very solemn, like a **** who feared his heart.

He didn't say a word, but everyone could see how excited his eyes were and how shocked he was.

The lesser Lord Lingfeng swept the haze and cast a miracle!

However, this is not the reason for his heartbeat, but because he did not feel the fluctuation of the Holy Light, but a deep and endless pulse, a vast expanse of blood.

This point, the ancient Wu blood can not do, in the realm, Ling Feng can not suppress him, only the power of ancient weapons!

Since ancient times, there is no more ancient!

However, today he witnessed the birth of a true ancient warrior. He rode the dust, died from death, and condensed the power of ancient martial arts. Although the realm is not as good as before, the future can go higher and farther, until he is proud of the sky and despise the world. .

Is there anything more amazing than this?

You know, this is just a sixteen-year-old boy, but what he has done is already ancient.

"Small wind, have you finally recovered?" Ling Qing ran over with a stagger, happy smile, smiled and tears came down.

"Healed!" Ling Feng laughed.

"It's still a enchanting!" Liu Shushu licked his mouth and looked at Yunxi. He could survive from such a wound, only one such guy.

"The scourge of the millennium, this cargo is so pitted, can die to blame."

Tsundere bird grinning, this time has not let go of the wind, stunned.

Suddenly, its expression was fixed, and the look was weird. "Ling Feng, are you downgraded?"

"Yes."

Ling Feng smiled bitterly and said: "However, it doesn't matter, the realm can be slowly improved, but there is only one life, it is good to live."

Liu Shushu, Ling Qing, and Yunxi all seriously nodded, and returned to the original realm with Ling Feng’s talent, and it will not be too long.

"This way."

The proud bird looks great, his body is golden, and he screams. "Hey, Ling Feng, I want to challenge you."