The Spirit of God Million Domain

"Hey, what's going on? No one?"

There was anger in the eyes of the old man. As the Great Elder of the northern branch hall, all the branch halls in such a small place were guests.

The last time he came here, someone came out to greet him.

Even the master of this branch hall must respect and honor him.

But this time when he came here, there was no one there.

"Hmph, how courageous, knowing that this elder will not come out to greet you?" The old man walked towards the palace with eyes full of anger.

"Grandpa, look over there."

The young man stared at a place not far outside the main hall, where were the corpses of those men in black, their vitality had been cut off.

"Damn it, whoever dares to kill the people in the Dark Palace really ate the courage of the ambitious leopard." The old man's eyes were full of anger, and he walked in front of the corpses.

Immediately, a jet-black aura erupted from his body, and the three corpses flew up, and a strong aura flowed from his body.

"I'd like to see who is so brave and dares to kill people from my Dark Temple." His hands kept condensing marks, forming complex pictures and texts.

Those pictures and texts are extremely complicated, and the outlines become circles of phantoms.

I saw bursts of white smoke floating out of the three corpses.

The white smoke condensed in the sky immediately, twisting continuously to form circles of phantoms.

I saw that there was a figure in the phantom.

"Huh? How is it possible?"

The old man stared at the figure with his eyes full of shock.

Because, that figure actually looked younger than his grandson.

He knew very well that Tianhuayu was very low-level, how could such a genius appear.

His grandson also stood over, looking at the condensed phantom, he suddenly smiled and said: "Haha...Grandpa, is there something wrong with your secret technique?"

Hearing this, the old man immediately floated his hands again, the spiritual power floating out from the three corpses,

What condenses is still the same figure.

This time, there was no smile on the young man's face. Because this person looks much younger than him, and he can kill a second-rank Lingzun.

This figure is none other than Xu Feng's phantom.

"Hmph, let me see, where are you?"

After the old man finished speaking, his hands waved immediately, and Xu Feng's phantom suddenly turned into sporadic lights, flying out towards the void, and the old man closed his eyes immediately.

The aura from the old man kept floating out, and in a short moment, even his forehead was covered with sweat, but it was covered by the black robe.

"How did this happen? Why can't we investigate? Continue!" The old man's eyes were filled with ferocity, and with a roar, the spiritual power in his body flowed like a river.

"Um?"

There was a cold killing intent in the old man's eyes, and he said coldly: "I thought I couldn't find you? Finally let me catch you and die for me."

As he said that, his hands suddenly condensed into imprints. When he stepped out, the void was torn apart by him, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which obviously consumed a lot.

Xu Feng was heading to Thunder Mountain Villa, when he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

I saw that in the sky, the void was split.

A huge palm print came towards him with a fierce impact.

The withered palm print made Xu Feng feel the crisis, and the spiritual power of his whole body flowed, and it was bombarded fiercely towards the withered palm print.

rumbling...

The landslides and the ground cracked, and the entire void became shattered. Xu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and he stared at the withered palm print.

However, the palm print gradually became weaker, and finally rushed directly towards Xu Feng's body, and disappeared completely.

His face changed slightly: "Damn, who is the owner of this palm print? So powerful?"

puff!

On the side of the Dark Hall, the old man spat out another mouthful of blood, but this time he didn't spurt blood on his own initiative, but was injured.

"Grandpa... are you okay?" The young man hurriedly supported the old man, his face full of worry.

The old man waved his hand at the young man, "Damn it, I didn't expect that the old man would miss, that kid is very strong. I didn't kill him just now, but I left a breath in his body. If he is close to me for a hundred miles, I will You can feel his presence."

"Grandpa, he's really that strong. Your attack just now, I'm afraid an ordinary mid-level spiritual master will only lead to death." The young man said in shock.

"With such geniuses, my Darkness Palace didn't find anything, those idiots. After I go back this time, I must give them a copy for the Palace Master."

The old man finished speaking with some displeasure, and said, "Not good."

He thought of something, and immediately led the young man quickly towards the depths of the palace.

As he brought the young man to the edge of the pool of blood, his expression changed drastically, and a mouthful of blood spewed out again.

"Ah... this blood pool..."

The young man's face was filled with astonishment. He could clearly feel that the blood pool in front of him was even more terrifying than the blood pool in the Northern Wilderness Dark Palace.

"Hey...damn boy... let the old man catch you, you will definitely die without a place to bury you." The old man's words sounded, but the young man didn't understand why.

"Peng'er, I'm afraid you won't be able to cultivate in this blood pool. This blood pool is not the blood pool of our northern Wilderness branch hall. This blood pool cannot be entered casually. If you enter the blood pool now, it will become the fertilizer of the blood pool." The old man said with a sigh.

The young man didn't understand, and said, "Grandpa, why?"

The old man flicked his hands, and saw a pitch-black altar appearing at the bottom of the blood pool, which was extremely black and gloomy.

The young man's eyes widened, and he was dumbfounded.

"Grandpa... this is... this is..."

The old man immediately scolded: "Shut up!"

The young man shut his mouth nervously and did not continue speaking.

"Fortunately, that kid didn't find any clues, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Seeing the altar at the bottom, the old man breathed a sigh of relief without any surprises.

...

Thunder Mountain Villa.

back mountain.

Xu Feng appeared there quietly, looking at a luxurious courtyard not far away, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his figure disappeared again.

"Who, dare to break into my yard because of ambition and leopard courage?" A violent voice sounded, and a middle-aged man rushed out not far away.

"Who are you?" Lei Buhuan stared at Xu Feng with shock in his eyes, because he found that he couldn't feel the other person's breath.

Xu Feng sat down on his own, and said: "Lei Buhuan, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Your cultivation is still such a waste, and you haven't even reached half-step Lingzun."

"Who are you?" Lei Buhuan stared at Xu Feng and said.

"Haha...Did you forget that this emperor exploded your Thunder Villa with one punch?" Xu Feng's words sounded, and Lei Buhuan's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of shock.

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