Chapter 625 Encounter on a Narrow Road Worshiping the Son of the Moon
In the void at the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Road, there are a total of twelve demonic dark fortresses.
The Seventh Dark Fortress.
The darkness was covered by the gray aura, spreading rapidly at an alarming speed. Wherever it passed, the darkness faded one after another, and seemed to have lost its vitality. A group of demons with superb cultivation and powerful strength were also spread by the gray aura.
Under the influence, the dark light on his body dissipated, and his tyrannical body trembled violently, whining and quickly becoming shriveled up.
Wisps of vigorous vitality were forcibly extracted from the bodies of each demon's holy realm.
One after another floats like ribbons, heading towards the center, converging into the gray light-filled figure in the center like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, blending into its body, and the aura of the figure in the gray light becomes more and more condensed.
, more powerful, more cold, more dead.
Wails came one after another, and the demons violently fought back, but they were unable to do anything.
When all the powerful offensives approached, they were melted by the spread of gray aura, just like the vegetation turning from prosperity to decline and towards withering.
Not long after, thousands of demons in the Seventh Dark Fortress were all wiped out.
I saw shriveled corpses lying across the fortress.
"Not enough..."
A cold and erratic voice sounded from the gray light. Immediately, the gray light swept through the void and turned into a gray rainbow that quickly escaped. The speed seemed to exceed the level of the Little Saint Realm.
…
The sword's light was green, splitting the darkness and sweeping through the void, arriving quickly at an astonishing speed.
"This breath..."
Chen Feng keenly sensed that the aura filling the void was not darkness, but dead silence, a kind of dead silence of death. This was clearly completely different from the aura of dark power controlled by the demons. Chen Feng frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.
approach, arrive.
The Seventh Dark Fortress was not like the previous Dark Fortress. Demons immediately appeared in formation to attack and surround him. On the contrary, there was no movement, extremely silent, no sound. Mixed with the aura of death, one could not help but feel
It makes people feel heart palpitated.
Chen Feng was not afraid at all.
Without him, a man of great skill is bold.
Even if there is any danger, I firmly believe that I can resist it.
Stepping into the dark fortress, Chen Feng's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw shriveled corpses lying across the fortress, all filled with a strong aura of death.
Everyone, please go and try it soon.】
Chen Feng approached a shriveled demon corpse and stared at it.
With the innate perception of the Three Lives Spirit, Chen Feng grasped all the conditions of the corpse with extremely clear clarity.
It was obvious that these demonic mummies had died not long ago, and had their vitality directly extracted from them by humans or non-human beings. In fact, the process of extracting vitality was not beautiful. They were the kind of people who were forcibly extracted from their vitality, struggling and wailing to death.
"The power of death..."
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately thought of the Temple of Death.
So far, I have encountered two beings who control the power of death. One is the undead in the ancient battlefield, and the other is the people in the Temple of Death.
Within the Heavenly Road, I have never seen the undead from the ancient battlefield, but I have seen people from the Temple of Death.
Before, he had used the Emperor's Star Chaos Tower to suppress a Holy Son of the Death Temple, but he escaped in the end, and there was no news about him since then. At that time, he had not yet mastered the mysterious method of Wanli Soul Locking Element, so,
There is no way to pursue him.
So, is this person coming out to cause trouble again?
For the demons, this is indeed a good thing, but it is also a bad thing. On the one hand, it means that the people of the Death Temple are resurrected, and on the other hand, it means that their plan to harvest leeks is affected.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Feng immediately ingested a wisp of death breath from the demon corpse and used the secret technique of locking souls within ten thousand miles.
The finger of the sword touched the center of the eyebrow lightly, and the three living souls immediately started to move together. Under the shock of the soul's power, the brilliance burst out, extremely bright, and instantly illuminated the entire sea of consciousness.
Chen Feng's consciousness was also inspired in an instant, transcending limits, breaking barriers and shackles, as if he had traveled through time and space.
In an instant, Chen Feng sensed that in the dark void, a figure covered in gray light was flying forward at an alarming speed. Immediately, the gray light paused, and the figure inside frowned, and his pupils shrank in an instant, and he couldn't help but turn around.
He stared behind him, but all he saw was endless darkness and void.
However, the feeling of being locked and peeping still exists.
"It seems that someone has used a secret method to spy on this Holy Son..." An erratic and cold voice suddenly sounded, and a cold and stern smile appeared on the corner of the pale face. A pair of dark eyes.
The gray light flickers, like the ripples of death washing away: "Then come and dedicate your life to this Holy Son."
The secret technique of Wanli Soul Locking allows Chen Feng to clearly lock onto the opponent and even hear the opponent's voice.
"It's not that person..."
Chen Feng withdrew the secret technique and said secretly with focused eyes. The voice of the Holy Son of Death Temple in the death sarcophagus was obviously different from that of the current one. Chen Feng could still tell this.
But this man also calls himself ‘the Holy Son’.
It shows that he is another holy son of the Temple of Death.
"You want to swallow my whole life..." A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, but his eyes became sharper: "Then let's see if you swallow my whole life, or if your magical body is swallowed by me and becomes mine.
strength."
After the words fell, Chen Feng rose up again, his sword light splitting the void with tremors, and flew rapidly towards the direction of the Holy Son of Death.
…
The Fifth Dark Fortress.
Nearly a thousand demons formed an array, and the battle array was rotating, wiping out everything like a giant millstone in the void.
However, when all the terrifying power approached the figure covered in gray light, it was quickly melted away, as if it was changing from prosperity to decline and towards death.
"Everything in the world, the sun, the moon, and the stars will eventually perish!"
The Holy Son of the Moon Worshiper said in a concentrated voice, as if he was praising or singing, but the dark power of the demons could not do anything to him.
Of course, it is also because his cultivation has reached the limit of the Little Saint Realm, and is only one step away from the Middle Saint Realm. Otherwise, if his own cultivation is not strong enough, no matter how mysterious the power of death is, he will not be able to defeat the battle formation.
The strangulation was obliterated.
The confrontation between darkness and death, the roaring sounds continued, shaking the void.
It has to be said that the power of death is extremely terrifying, but the power of the demon clan's battle formation is not weak either.
However, under the confrontation, the dark power gradually melted into death, and the Moon Worshiping Son of the Death Temple gradually gained the upper hand.
I saw the Moon Worshiping Son exploding all his death power. In the rolling gray light, the fluctuations were like a wild tide. A ten-foot-long shadow suddenly appeared. The shadow was shrouded in a black robe and held a long giant scythe, as if
It is the messenger of death who comes to the void to harvest all life.
Immediately, I saw the ten-foot-long black-robed death-like shadow waving the giant scythe in his hand.
The sickle was pitch black, but there was a flash of extremely condensed gray light on the sharp blade. It split the void and the darkness, and immediately cut through several demons. The moment the sickle cut through the bodies of those demons, all the demons were killed.
The strong vitality was also forcibly plundered in an instant, swallowed up, and turned into a mummy. Cut, cut, cut!
Kill kill kill!
Not long after, nearly a thousand demons were all killed, and all the vitality was plundered and devoured, and then, like a torrent, it poured into the body of the Moon Worshiping Son.
The Moon Worshiping Son opens his arms as if to embrace death.
On his pale and feminine face, his eyes were closed with an expression of intoxication.
Just because streams of vitality were constantly pouring into his body like a surging river, like a dry sponge constantly swallowing sea water, gradually becoming fuller.
This is not an improvement, but a restoration.
When they were sealed and asleep, each of them had extraordinary cultivation levels. However, after a long period of time, their cultivation levels have also gradually regressed. Almost all of them have regressed to the bottom level of the Holy Realm, which is the entry-level level of the Void Holy Realm. After unsealing and awakening,
After that, only by devouring a large amount of life can you quickly recover.
Otherwise, it will undoubtedly be difficult and very long to recover just by relying on one's own cultivation.
The vitality of nearly a thousand demons poured into his body, and his aura became stronger and stronger. Immediately, he broke through the limit as if it was a matter of course, and instantly jumped from the limit of the Little Saint Realm to the entry level of the Middle Saint Realm.
The aura of death will became more and more powerful.
Not long after, when the aura of the Moon Worshiping Son stabilized, his cultivation also stabilized at the entrance level of the Middle Saint Realm.
powerful!
Very strong, much more tyrannical than the ordinary Middle Saint Realm.
After all, as the Holy Son of the Holy Death Cult, he was selected to be sealed and put to sleep. His talents are extraordinary, and the supernatural powers he masters are not the ordinary Supreme level, but the more advanced Supreme level, no less than what he has now.
Chen Changkong et al.
After devouring all the vitality of the demon clan, his cultivation level further recovered, but the Moon Worshiping Son did not leave in a hurry.
wait!
Seems to be waiting for something.
About half an hour later, a green, deep and boundless sword light swept across the void and pierced the darkness at an astonishing speed. It quickly approached, and an extremely tyrannical sword force pushed across and oppressed it.
"I'm finally here. It's true that I, the Holy Son, stayed here to wait for you."
The erratic and cold voice, with a bit of a cold and stern smile, came from the mouth of the Moon Worshiping Son under the pale and feminine face, like a wisp of cold wind blowing through the void, carrying a faint flavor of death.
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Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and a ray of sharp sword light burst out.
There are no words, and no words are needed.
When facing enemies in the Temple of Death, draw your sword and kill them immediately without talking nonsense with them.
The sword clanged, high-pitched and clear, instantly penetrated the dark void and reached the ears of the Moon Worshiping Son. Then a highly condensed sword light was seen piercing the dark void and killing in an instant.
"Sword cultivator!"
The eyes of Saint Son of the Moon Concentrator narrowed, and he was secretly surprised by the concentration and tyranny of the sword power, but he did not dodge at all. Instead, he raised one arm to press in the air, and immediately a palm print filled with gray light roared out, with a strong aura of death.
To the extreme, all the darkness in the void was dissolved into nothingness.
Immediately, the green sword light that Chen Feng shot through the air was continuously melted after it approached the gray light palm print.
In just less than a breath of time, the sword light that was enough to hit the limit of an ordinary small holy realm was completely dissolved, and the silence as if entering death dissipated.
"Death is the destination of everything, swordsman, return to the embrace of death."
The cold and erratic voice of the Moon Worshiping Son sounded, and in an instant, his cultivation completely exploded.