Supreme Demon

Chapter 714: God's Wasteland

In the Valley of Death, the heavens and the earth are gloomy.

Ling Feng, they are not close to the vines, and the creatures that can live for so long can not be underestimated. God knows whether the vines will be a god-level monster. If they are killed in this world, they will definitely not be cheap, even Even Ye Xin has the possibility of dying.

Far from watching.

"No, it’s not a gourd."

Ye Xinran shook her head. She came from the anti-God and read the genius treasures from the ages, but this gourd is definitely an alternative. The Qianghu gourd is not like this. The Qianghu gourd is a day, and it looks like a forest from afar. The demon is hard to enter, and even the martial arts are dying.

The gourd in front of it grows on the vine, not so big, only one gourd is also very dry, and does not see any danger, but this is even more dangerous.

"We detoured, don't irritate it." Ling Feng nodded secretly, although he couldn't figure out the origin of this gourd, even if it was a sacred treasure, Ling Feng would not pick it.

Just when people are careful about detours.

"Oh, it’s interesting to have a few human warriors."

An old voice, sounding from the vines, shocked the whole world to tremble, Ling Feng, Ye Xinran felt the eardrums hurt, and the blood of the red was flowing out, and the repair of the weak Liu Shushu and Ling Qing was the complexion. White, crumbling.

A voice has such magic power, and they are so scared by Ling Feng that they are glad that they have not moved their minds. Otherwise, they are now dead here.

"Predecessors are Qiang Kun Hulu?"

Ling Feng strongly suppressed the instigation of his heart, and said with respect and respect, "I am just being forced into the valley of death, and there is absolutely no offense for the predecessors."

"You look at you!"

The sound of the vines changed, and the vines screamed and screamed, and the horrible sounds rang. "The 乾 葫 葫 岂 can be compared with the deity, I can kill it with a vine."

"Predecessors, isn't there only one vine?" Ling Feng whispered.

"..."

The vines glimpsed, and each of the yellow leaves creaked, apparently being swayed by the words of Ling Feng, and even the yellow hoist was swaying.

"You, are you provoke your deity?"

"Don't dare!" Ling Feng was shocked. This vine was not very good to talk. He took a breath and asked carefully. "I don't know what the predecessors belong to?"

"The deity is a **** of immortality!" said the vine.

"God is ridiculous?" Not only did Ling Feng live, but Ye Xinran was also surprised. This hoist has not heard of it. At least in the age of eternal, there is no record of this hoist, which means that this hoist is possible. It was a flood of time.

“Is the predecessor from the flood season?” Ling Feng whispered, he was really worried that such a problem would easily anger the gods.

"..."

The **** is impatient and impatient, said in a deep voice. "Kids, you have a lot of problems, but it is not easy to practice in them, and the deity will not care about you."

Ling Feng several people have not had time to surprise, the voice of the gods and celestial sorrows slowly passed over. "You will limit the power of the Holy Light and Wu Zun."

"What do you mean?" Ling Feng has an ominous premonition.

"The Valley of Death is too boring, and the mysteriousness is thin. The deity has not been swallowed up for many years. You should be glad that the deity is in a good mood today, otherwise you will swallow it together."

God's ridiculous fairy said coldly. "I still don't sacrifice the light."

Sacrifice!

That is to be swallowed, the gods and gods will swallow the blood and realm of Ling Feng several people, this will undoubtedly make Ling Feng several people fall into the realm, just like the original proud birds, to start from scratch, also I don't know how many years have passed before I can return to the realm of today, and there is still blood in the sacrifice, which is extremely harmful to myself.

"Predecessors, we are not easy to practice, or change the way, I have some medicinal herbs here..." Ling Feng's face is cold, and the idiot will sacrifice himself. Once he loses his strength, he and his life are not all in control. God is in the hands of Xian Xian?

Moreover, he always feels that God is a bit strange, and it is very similar to the original purple wind, that is, too much nonsense.

A strong to the sky, will be a nonsense with a cockroach.

"If you don't cooperate, then I can only swallow you." God's ridiculous singer said with great arrogance, scared Lingqing, Liu Shushu are all eclipsed, just the sound of the sound of their blood Rolling, if the gods are really ridiculous, they are really slaughtered.

"Sacrifice Nima!"

Ling Feng is angry, he is swallowed to death, and the sacrifice is not as good as death. When he is an idiot, he will not make a choice.

Deceiving too much!

The next moment, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the third heavy stone, and smashed toward the vine.

"Rebellious gods and celestial beings, then swallow you first!" God ridiculously furious, rushing to the sky and vines, straight into the wind, turned into a circle in the sky, hit the third heavy stone.

"You are out of shape!"

Ye Xinran is flying in the air, the speed is like a lightning, the sword in his hand carries people, and the strong smashing to the gods.

"Boom!"

"Crazed!"

The third heavy stone was strangled by the vines. Even Lingfeng went to vomiting blood and his face was pale. At this time, Ye Xinran was killed. People were cut on the vines, causing a piece of leaves to wither and fall. Straight, then, an vine will fly Ye Xinran out.

Shinto gas!

Ling Feng and Ye Xinran quickly rushed up and stood side by side. There was a flaw in the face. The gods and gods are indeed weak. They are definitely Shinto strong, but the problem is that from the flood to the present, its blood has already been defeated. Can not play the power of Shinto, empty realm, but the body is not equal, which also makes it difficult for the gods to play a strong fighting force.

"The ancient warrior."

The **** was stunned, and his eyes stared coldly at Lingfeng, sneer. "I didn't expect anyone in the future to go on this road, not afraid to be rid of the heavens?"

"You know quite a lot." Ling Feng shouted.. "But I think you are very old, I am afraid that it will not last long?"

"The deity wants to pick up a few of your ants, and you don't need to use the power of the source."

The gods and celestial sorrows, the vines quickly spurred into the Lingfeng, like a golden lightning, floating on the power of God, but it was simply unable to control, but was reversed, and trembled with pain.

"laugh!"

At this time, Ye Xinran killed another sword, picked up the vine, and pierced its epidermis.

"Boom!"

At the same time, Ling Feng spurred the third heavy stone to crush, and the entire vine fell on the ground, shaking it.

"Oh, two children dare to hurt the deity."

God's ridiculous sorrow and pain, said: "If you were not injured by the treasure of the day, the deity can kill you, and it is your turn to be murderous in front of the lord."

"However, today, this deity is angry, and it is necessary to open the killing."

When the voice fell, the vines suddenly took off the gourd, and the power of God began to be carefully urging.

"嗡".

The gourd mouth split and flew out a Xiaguang. The whole world was different. The Buddha was surrendered, the heavens and the earth were all collapsed, and the gourd itself changed. It was like a faint sky.

"wrong!"

Ling Feng suddenly realized that "you are not a **** of immortality, this gourd is not born by you, but the treasure you get, hanging on the body, extracting the essence inside."

"..."

"Unfortunately, I am afraid that you still have not succeeded in so many years?" Ling Feng smiled.

The strength of the gourd and the vine is very different. The former is ethereal and detached, while the latter is violent. This is simply not possible. It can only explain one problem. The gourd does not belong to the vine.

"...you are smart, but it doesn't work." said the vine.

"If I didn't guess wrong, then the gourd is the **** of immortality." Ling Feng continued to ask.

"Without further ado!"

The vines angered and attacked the heart. As Ling Feng suspected, it was originally a Shinto vine. After the birth of the saga, it was lucky to get the gods and celestial beings in the sacred land. However, after so many years, the power it can draw is still very limited, and it is impossible to realize the mysterious power of God's ridicule.

This makes it very annoying, but it is helpless.

"Death!"

Turbulent, the gods and celestial radiance, a huge force from the middle of the scorpion, turned into an amazing sucking power, locked the Qiankun, settled the time, is madly swallowing the power of several people in Lingfeng .

God is desolate!

Even the Shinto will eventually turn into a Jedi, a ridiculous, this is the **** of immortality.

Ye Xinran, Liu Shushu and others all tried their best to block, while the proud birds were full of blood and the virtual shadow of the gods and birds automatically appeared.

"Oh, there is still a **** god, earned." The vines ecstasy, in the wilderness, the gods can represent the peak of the Shinto, its blood is definitely a big supplement.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng body exploded, a thunder robbery appeared, the deep starry sky above the head, casting a terrible scene, so that the vines were shocked, it has never seen this ancient Wu vision.

But... this is not to shock it.

"choke!"

A dagger flies out of the blood of Ling Feng. It is like a starry sky. It is like a singular glare. It is filled with ice and fire on it, and it looks brilliant.

when!

God is ridiculous.

The vine rattle, like a ghost, has both the wrath of the sky, but also the endless chills. Then, it screams and turns around and ran, even the gods on the ground are ignored.

"Through the sky...hey!" It smashed into the hustle and bustle, as if it had returned to the wilderness period, it was full of enthusiasm, more than 9,000 vines rose to the sky, against the war gods, arrogant of the sky, but, in its most coquettish time, met Going to a dagger, even with more than 9,000 vines, only one is left, to warn.

It was a nightmare in his life, but he did not expect to see it again here.