The game starts with an ice dragon, and the protagonist is looking for trouble

Ling Feng's brows frowned, and he opened his mouth coldly, and asked:

"Old man, what's wrong with him?"

"When the time comes, you'll know." The Blood Clan Venerable had an evil smile on his face and opened his mouth meaningfully.

Then the body lit up with a dazzling light.

Ling Feng immediately reacted and slapped his palm over.

The Blood Clan Venerable wanted to blow himself up, and Laling Feng was buried with other races.

The other races naturally knew what the Blood Clan Venerable wanted to do, and fled in an instant, fleeing everywhere, wanting to stay away from the Blood Clan Venerable Level, so as not to be affected by the self-explosion, die and fall here.

The huge dragon claw slapped it over, slapped the Blood Clan Venerable level and flew out, and then pulled out his legs and ran, keeping a safe distance from the Blood Clan Venerable Level.

After all, the Blood Clan Venerable has a Venerable and powerful physical body, and Ling Feng is only in the realm of the Demon Sect, and it is difficult to destroy his body and interrupt the self-explosion.

With a loud bang, the blood mist filled the entire battlefield, and all races desperately resisted the power of self-explosion.

Those who are close, and then those who are weak, will be directly wiped out, and there will be no corpses.

Ling Feng was the same, his eyes solemn.

Dozens of ice barriers condensed in front of him, the dragon's body was covered with cold ice spirit armor, and the dark blue giant dragon wings wrapped the dragon's body to resist the incoming self-detonation attack.

The power of self-detonation lasted for some time before gradually disappearing.

In an instant, half of the battlefield had fallen, becoming a funeral object of the blood clan's honorable rank.

.......

At the same time

, the ice barrier was blown into slag.

The Cold Ice Spirit Armor was also tattered and unrecognizable.

And Ling Feng was also seriously injured, and the huge dragon wings disappeared without a trace.

But compared to others, it's pretty good.

The demon beasts, Terrans, and blood races on the battlefield were all embarrassed, their eyes angry, and helpless.

The stump and broken arm are already not bad, some only have an upper body left, and the entire battlefield is filled with a strong smell of blood.

The major races, tacitly did not choose to continue fighting, they were no longer able to fight, recuperate, and had never lived together so harmoniously.

"In particular, this guy didn't care about our life or death, so he chose to blow himself up, causing us to suffer heavy losses and serious injuries."

"That is, this guy is dead, special, the more I think about it, the more angry I get, if he is still alive, I will definitely step forward and slap him twice, otherwise it will be difficult to quench the anger in my heart."

"Forget it, the matter has come to this, let's still plan for the long term, but who is it that brought him into our battlefield, demon clan? Terrans? Or the Bloods?

"I think it should be the demon race and the human race, and this is the only possibility, it can't be that our blood clan killed each other, and then broke the enchantment and beat him in who was seriously injured."

"It's not impossible."

..........

"We have a truce over this, what do the members of the Blood Clan think?"

A Terran consulted with other demon races, Terrans, and then stood up and spoke.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Several leaders of the blood tribe looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they nodded in unison, it seemed that they had transmitted the news and discussed.

"In that case, the Blood Clan must no longer do it, if we do, we will not stop dying."

The Terran powerhouse nodded slightly, and then warned them again.

"So do you." The leader of the blood tribe sneered, and then spoke.

The Terran powerhouse did not speak again, and then spoke to the surviving Terrans:

"Everyone, let's rest and recuperate for the time being, please gather in one place, and take care of each other."

All races do not believe in other races, after all, now that the demon foot and the human race are temporarily united, it will naturally return to the original state after the end, water and fire are incompatible, and if they meet again, the battle is inevitable.

At the same time, the demon race, the blood race, too.

Suddenly, the Terrans, the Blood Clan, and the Demon Clan, each share a piece, rest and recuperate, the healing of the wounds, the shush and the warmth, the protectors of the Dharma, everything is carried out in an orderly manner.

And Ling Feng came to the bottom enchantment of the battlefield, where the creatures were in ruins, the corpses were piled up into mountains, and the blood flowed like rivers, a creepy scene.

Then a burst of golden light appeared, putting all the flesh and blood into the system space, although he was seriously injured, he made a lot of money and made a steady profit.

Ling Feng did not show a satisfied expression on his face, but showed a worried expression, and muttered: "But don't be fine."

A blood clan saw what Ling Feng was doing, and said dissatisfiedly:

"He really can pick up leaks."

The other blood clans also said a few words unpleasantly, but they did not act from beginning to end, looking for Ling Feng theory.

They were all afraid of Ling Feng's hole cards, but even if they didn't have hole cards, they wouldn't make a move, after all, Ling Feng's strength was obvious to all.

The demon race, the human race, saw it, just said a few words, and they could also act, they were all afraid of Ling Feng.

Ling Feng turned into a human form, stepped into the air, and came to the high sky, where the dragon family rested and recuperated.

Greeting them, he sat cross-kneeled in the void, took out the elixir and began to absorb it.

After all, he came with the Jiaolong clan, and it was a little inappropriate to go to the Frost Giant Wolf clan.

At the same time, even if they are not happy, they dare not move themselves, on the one hand, they go to the grandson of the dragon patriarch.

On the other hand, the overall situation is important, cannibalism is a very serious matter, and in front of everyone's eyes, how can they have the guts.

After a short while.

During this period, there was no fight, they were all resting, taking turns to heal their injuries, and after healing, they were next to protect the Dharma.

Suddenly, a huge spatial crack appeared in the enchantment, as if it had been cut out by a sword.

After that, a figure came out of it.

And it was the Haidong Qing Patriarch, an eighth-order Venerable Rank peak powerhouse, extremely fast, unmatched.

He walked out of the space worriedly, did not see the battle he imagined, but was harmonious, but looking at their state and the number of people, it seemed to have guessed something, and sighed helplessly:

"It's okay."

Knocking a Blood Clan Venerable into the lower battlefield was a very serious matter, and the only thing they thought about after that... It is to make up for it as soon as possible and break through many obstacles, only then can we break the enchantment and enter the lower battlefield.

I just wanted to kill the Blood Clan Venerable Level, but I didn't expect that when it arrived, there was no longer the Blood Clan Venerable figure and breath, and I was 100% sure that he had fallen.

Only then did it breathe a sigh of relief, but when it saw that the demon clan had suffered heavy losses and all the rest were seriously injured, it felt a heartache, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

"Since the blood clan has been killed by you, the old man will not stay more, it is okay if you don't want to fight anymore

, the Demon Saint Mountain Range will not blame you, you can rest assured, you don't have to feel guilty, and sorry Demon Saint Mountain Range, you have done a good job, you will always be the pride of the Demon Saint Mountain Range."

After that, he re-entered the spatial crack.

"Wait a minute, Dragon Patriarch, how is it?"

Ling Feng wanted to ask the Dragon Patriarch for information, and shouted with all his strength.

Before the spatial crack closed, a voice came:

"He's fine."