Originally he was still dressed in green clothes, but as ancient voices burst out from his mouth, his clothes turned into blood color, and then his hair, eyes, and even skin color, the whole person turned into blood color from head to toe, like a
Like a bloody man, his aura rose instantly and was twice as powerful as before, exuding a strong wave of energy and bloody essence.
Buzz...Crack! Before the Destruction Dragon Spear could touch his body, it was blocked by a blood-colored barrier. Then, streams of blood-colored gas split from the blood-colored barrier and wrapped around the Destruction Dragon Spear.
In just a moment, cracks appeared in the Destruction Dragon Spear, and then it burst into pieces.
"What a weird magical power. Even the Destruction Dragon Spear is no match for him. What kind of ancient magical power is this? It can actually increase his power so much!"
Ye Feng was deeply shocked. This was the first time he encountered such a weird technique.
"Hahaha... I can't believe it, kid. The Blood Underworld Magic is an ancient magical skill. It is extremely mysterious, mysterious and ancient. It is different from all other skills. It was only by chance that I got it. This skill can make me
The power is instantly increased several times, but there is a drawback, it is at the cost of your own life, but it doesn't matter, consume some life essence, I will recover in the future, you will not be able to do it, today, you are destined to die in this seat
Under the magic of blood and underworld!"
Seeing the shocked expression on Ye Feng's face, the old man in blood-clothed heart burst out laughing. He admitted that he had underestimated Ye Feng before. If there was no blood-underworld magic, he would probably have to spend some effort to suppress Ye Feng.
But no more now.
He possesses the Blood and Underworld Magic, and he has killed many people who are stronger than him. In his eyes, Ye Feng is just a burial object under the Blood and Underworld Magic.
"It turns out it's at the cost of life... No wonder it can increase your power so much instantly!"
Ye Feng secretly exclaimed that this kind of blood-killing technique must be guided by the blood of the cultivator in order to inspire more powerful power: "But you think you can kill me. If I am not in hell, maybe there are some ways I can still kill you."
I don’t dare to use it rashly, but this is hell, and the breath of hell can isolate everything. I don’t need to worry about anything else. Today, you want to kill me because I don’t kneel down, but I tell you, you can’t kill me at all. Instead, you will
The Qing clan who was killed by me...isn't it amazing? Anyone who offends me, Ye Feng, will not end well!"
"call out!"
Ye Feng turned his hand and a fragment appeared.
On top of the broken skin, there is a strong sense of immortality.
This is the mysterious fragment given to him by Nie Wuya.
If he were on the mainland, he would definitely not use this thing until his life or death was at stake.
But this is hell, which can isolate everything. If he uses the fragments of immortality here, no one on the mainland can even think of sensing it.
"The power of immortality!"
As Ye Feng took out the fragments of immortality, everyone here felt it, and the old man in blood shrank his pupils sharply.
In his eyes, Ye Feng was a hell monk, but now in Ye Feng's hands, he actually held an immortal fragment exuding strong immortal energy.
That's all, but since ancient times, the auras of hell and humans, immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas have been incompatible. However, he found that the fragments of immortality in Ye Feng's hands did not show any signs of rejection because they were in hell. Instead, they merged with Ye Feng's aura, creating a kind of greatness.
Compatibility, signs of everlasting life.
"How is this possible! Who is he, a monk from hell, and why can he control the power of the fairy world!"
Everyone in the town looked shocked.
The old man in blood-clothed clothes even exclaimed.
He was born in hell and was born with an arrogance that ignores any breath.
Because whether it is the power of an immortal or a god, even if the realm is stronger than him, he has nothing to fear.
Because he has a powerful protective umbrella, hell.
As long as these powers come to hell, the breath of hell will suppress, suppress and corrode them without him taking action.
However, Ye Feng is a freak.
He can actually control the power of the immortal world, causing fragments of the immortal realm to appear in hell without being oppressed by the aura of hell.
This kind of unbelievable thing has never happened to him since he started practicing Taoism. Even if he went back hundreds or thousands of years, it would not happen.
But now, he encountered an incredible scene.
"Actually..." Ye Feng smiled mysteriously. How did the old man in blood know that Ye Feng secretly activated the Chaos Qi and acted on the fragments of the immortal path, causing the fragments of the immortal path to appear in hell without being oppressed by the power of hell.
In this way, the Immortal Dao Fragments can explode with terrifying Immortal Dao power. Although the blood-clothed old man is a hell monk, his realm is only at the level of Qiankun Realm. How can he be the opponent of the Immortal Dao Fragments?
Whoa! As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, his figure disappeared in an instant.
The old man in blood clothes had a premonition of the seriousness of the matter, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose.
He burned his energy and blood, consuming more life essence: "Burn the blood and underworld magic for me!"
At this time, the blood in his body was heavier, and the life essence burned more intensely. His appearance was also aging rapidly, but his aura became more powerful, and he already had the power of half a world.
Around him, a bloody barrier formed, covering him.
Phew! However, in Ye Feng's eyes, these methods were all in vain.
Since the immortal fragments have ignored the oppression of the power of hell, the aura and power that burst out are extremely terrifying.
In particular, the fragments of the Immortal Dao are extremely sharp. Even if the blood-clothed old man's power reaches the level of half a world, it is easy to break through this barrier.
Tear! A stream of light tore past.
The bloody barrier shattered.
The bloody old man's expression changed drastically, and the barrier he had formed was so vulnerable.
The next moment, before he could react, he just felt something scratched his neck. The next moment, his neck separated from his body. Because the speed was so fast, he didn't feel the slightest pain.
Boom! Ye Feng's figure appeared behind the old man in blood clothes.
In his hand, the Immortal Dao Fragment bloomed with bright light, but the light converged and disappeared little by little. On it, a drop of blood was dripping from the Immortal Dao Fragment. At this moment, everyone seemed to hear it.
The sound of blood falling to the ground.
"Actually, I am not a monk from hell!"
A faint voice came, and Ye Feng turned around slowly. His eyes were calm, and it seemed that killing the old man in blood was not a big surprise to him.
At this moment, his figure became eternity. Everyone looked at this figure, their minds roared and their whole bodies trembled.
Before, Ye Feng was just a little-known hell monk in their eyes.
The old man in blood-clothed clothes is at the eighth level of the Qiankun Transformation Realm, and he also possesses the ancient magical power, the Blood-Netherworld Divine Technique.
But no one expected that everything would change in an instant.