Chapter 57: Drink blood to get out of the sheath, you must drink blood
With the help of the hidden scroll, Chen Feng and Zhong Baiqi moved forward extremely fast. In less than a few hours, they had arrived at the center of the City of the Dead. [26nbsp;]
In the distance, the sounds of fighting were heard one after another, and the divine flowers rumbled in the distance, reflecting the five-color divine glow.
Chen Feng saw this in his eyes and secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the Zhong family monks would stay more, as he was in urgent need of manpower now!
Zhong Baiqi was even more anxious. His broken clothes made a snapping noise as he rushed forward.
In the battlefield, corpses lay everywhere, hundreds of Zhong family monks died tragically on the ground, and the bright red blood had dyed the streets red and seeped into the bluestone pavement.
"I'll wipe it!" Before entering the battlefield, Chen Feng's scalp went numb. He could only see the vague shadows surrounding the Zhong family monks, and there were no fewer than thousands. Among the Zhong family monks, only the remaining ones were still fighting.
There are less than a hundred people in the lower area.
"Friend Zhong Dao, go to the rescue quickly!" Chen Feng shouted, and a black evil aura suddenly rose up. His whole body turned into a black meteor and rushed straight into the battle group.
I saw Chen Feng dancing with his hands, and the evil energy was flying. A black Shura descended from the sky. Under the roar of the Shura, the evil energy surged out like a river and the sea, pushing the blurred figures around him back several meters!
Taking advantage of the neutral position, Chen Feng's spiritual thoughts turned sharply and transmitted the sound into the ears of many Zhong family monks. Immediately, he opened his hands slightly, and more than a thousand hidden scrolls came out of his hands, turned into golden light, and flew towards the monks in the field.
A group of monks were stunned by Chen Feng's sudden ferocity, but when they heard the message, their faces were full of surprises. They frantically circulated their spiritual energy, forced back the shadows around them, and grabbed for the hidden scroll.
In an instant, divine radiance rippled, spiritual energy covered the sky, and more than a hundred Zhong family monks disappeared together. Chen Feng laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to scare away a shadow, and then disappeared on the long street...
"Fellow Taoist A Niu, I would like to thank you on behalf of the Zhong family. If there is any need for help from my Zhong family in the future, don't worry. Even if it means mountains of swords and seas of fire, I, Zhong Baiqi, will fight with you!"
Before the platform, Zhong Baiqi's face was filled with gratitude and he spoke excitedly.
"Friend Zhong Dao, you are so polite. In fact, the Zhong family and I are very good friends. The Zhong family's affairs are my Aniu's affairs, and I will definitely not ignore them!" Chen Feng smiled lightly, looking aloof.
Like this, but completely opposite to the previous Ying Fei, in the eyes of the Zhong family, he is very kind!
"Oh? I didn't expect Fellow Taoist A Niu to be ###'s friend. Okay, great!" Zhong Baiqi laughed heartily. The more he looked at Chen Feng, the more he liked him. Then he cast his eyes on the platform and said, "Fellow Taoist A Niu, look at what's next.
What to do!”
While speaking, Zhong Baiqi seemed to be obeying the arrangement. The other Zhong family monks couldn't help but feel stunned!
"I think this iron tree is the key to the problem. No matter what, let's get rid of it first, and then do anything else!" Chen Feng followed Zhong Baiqi's gaze and looked at the iron tree, and then said solemnly.
"Well!" Looking at the weird iron tree, Zhong Baiqi nodded, frowned deeply, and said after thinking for a while: "In that case, let's do it. I don't want to stay in this damn place for another day!"
"Okay!" Chen Feng nodded, and then hesitantly looked at Zhong Boqi. Zhong Boqi immediately understood and said, "Fellow Taoist A Niu, you don't have to be polite. I will listen to your arrangements today. The same goes for all the monks from the Zhong family present!"
"Okay! In that case, please excuse me. All fellow Taoists and I are here to protect the Dharma. Wuming, you go cut off the iron tree and see if it can be done!" Chen Feng opened his mouth and gave instructions while looking at Wuming.
Wuming nodded, feeling a little grateful.
Among the four Chen Feng, only Wuming was seriously injured. Now Chen Feng's intention was obviously for his own safety.
Wuming took a deep look at Chen Feng, turned around and walked towards the platform, but the moment Wuming's feet just stepped onto the platform, a dark wind rose from the sky, and in an instant there were strange screams in the city, and everyone walking on the street
The corpses suddenly stopped and looked towards the west of the city. Their empty eyes flashed with overwhelming anger.
"Ouch7e" roars suddenly came out, and all the corpses opened their mouths angrily, let out hoarse roars, then threw away their legs, and rushed towards the platform crazily.
At the same time, countless blurry shadows rushed toward the platform like crazy. In just a moment, tens of thousands of figures were directly surrounded in front of the platform, and there were signs that more and more figures were gathering!
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was stunned. No one thought that things would change so quickly, but Chen Feng knew it in his heart. It seemed that his guess was indeed correct. This is an ancient tree.
, must be the key to the disappearance of the shadows of himself and others.
Thinking of this, a look of determination flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, and he turned to Wuming and shouted: "Wuming, chop down the tree!"
After saying this, Chen Feng roared loudly and shouted: "Listen, all brothers, if the iron tree does not die, we will definitely die. If we can hold on until the iron tree falls, there is still a glimmer of hope, everyone will fight with me!"
Countless figures ### rushed towards Chen Feng and others. Chen Feng shouted angrily. At this time, he did not care about exposing his strength in front of everyone. The golden light on his body flashed, and the rich Zen sound burst out of his body. His whole body trembled violently, and his forehead
It gave birth to two sharp horns, turned into a golden Shura shrouded in Zen sounds, and charged into the crowd of figures.
The monks of the Zhong family took action one after another, protecting the steps on the platform, using their magic skills to smash towards the corpses and figures rushing around.
The Qing Qing Sword is like a lotus flower, with blue light flowing, and the water swords are like sword rain from the sky, heading towards the figures in the field one after another.
Wang Simiao's body was like a monkey, jumping up and down, tearing apart the stiff and cold corpses one after another with his big hands. At the same time as he waved his giant fists, bursts of fist wind roared out.
In just a short moment, the sound of killing below the platform was loud, and the divine light was rumbling. Everyone knew that this battle was a matter of life and death, and no one flinched at all.
Wuming quickly rushed to Tieshu, turned around and glanced at the people standing fighting under the stage, with a flash of tears in his eyes. If Chen Feng hadn't taken care of him, he might have died in the battle in his current state.
Thinking of this, Wuming roared, and the white spiritual energy on his body suddenly surged. He waved his palm and hit the iron tree hard.
"Boom!" A loud explosion came, and the powerful spiritual energy hit the iron tree hard. But what surprised Wuming was that his own spiritual energy hit the iron tree, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.
!
"How, how could this happen?" Wuming was stunned on the spot. Chen Feng felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene, and his scalp suddenly exploded.
"Wu Ming, continue!" Chen Feng chopped down a corpse with a knife, resisted a palm from a figure, vomited blood, and shouted in a hissing voice.
"Break it!" Wuming gritted his teeth and exerted his spiritual energy to the extreme, transforming into a white divine light and hitting the iron tree again.
"Boom!" The sound this time was several times louder than before, but what was disappointing was that the iron tree was still not damaged at all, and it stopped there safely!
"Keep going, don't stop!" Chen Feng's face was ashen. He knew clearly that although the hundreds of monks of his were only guarding the entrance to the platform and occupying the ground, they would not be able to hold on for long. If Wuming could not get rid of Tieshu in a short time,
, then for everyone, 'death' is just a matter of time!
"Boss, boss, why don't we escape from the city first!" Wang Simiao, covered in blood, shouted to Chen Feng.
"It's useless. No matter whether we leave the city or not, we will still die in a few days. This is our only way to survive. Hold on!" Chen Feng said sternly, divine light surging in his hands.
Everyone was silent, trying their best to deal with the crazy figures and corpses around them, but in their hearts they were anxiously waiting for the result on Wuming's side.
Wuming stood in front of the iron tree, his heart felt cold. He had almost exhausted all his strength just now, but the iron tree did not move at all. Could it be that he really wanted to drink blood?
However, drinking blood is an ancient evil weapon. It must drink blood when it is unsheathed, otherwise it will backfire on its owner. Do you really want to fulfill the ancient evil reputation of drinking blood?
Cold sweat fell down his forehead. Wuming held the hilt of the blood-drinking sword tightly, hesitating in his heart.
Screams kept coming from behind, and people died tragically on the battlefield every moment. The breath of death seemed to be the lingering air, tightly surrounding the entire sky.
In fact, Wuming is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Everyone is like this. We may think that death is not terrible countless times, but when the God of death is really close to you, everyone will feel the feeling from the bottom of his heart.
of fear.
"Ah 7e7e7e7e" Wuming held Drinking Blood tightly, and immediately looked up to the sky and roared. After a moment, Wuming exerted his strength with both hands, and a red light suddenly rose up. Drinking Blood brought a sword sound like a dragon's roar, flashing with a dazzling red light.
Shock appeared in the air.
With the appearance of Drinking Blood, a monstrous killing intent rose into the sky. Wuming let out a long roar, swung Drinking Blood, and slashed towards the iron tree.
In an instant, the red light was dazzling, like a blurred brilliance, leaving hazy traces in the air. The red divine light was like the sea of blood rising under the Nine Netherworld, and its majestic power brought about the power to destroy the world.
, slashed hard on the iron tree.
"Boom!" A huge sound resounded through the sky, and all the red characters on the iron tree jumped crazily. Countless corpses on the branches seemed to come to life in an instant, their eyes widened in horror, and they let out screams that were not like human beings.
"Break it for me...break it for me!" Wuming roared at the top of his lungs, like a crazy beast, drinking blood and sinking deep into the body of the iron tree, shimmering with strange colors!
"Break it for me!" Pulling out the blood, Wuming chopped down on the iron tree again and again. The corpse on the tree let out horrifying screams again and again. The iron tree trembled more and more violently, and the blurry figure under the platform became even more intense.
of madness.
"Haha, break it for me!" The nameless lunatic rotated his arms, drinking blood and making cheerful sword sounds in the air. Along with the cheerful sword sounds of drinking blood, the nameless skin ### aged, stripes
Deep wrinkles covered his forehead, and his originally long black hair turned as white as snow in just a few moments. Perhaps it was in response to the saying "If you drink blood and take out the sheath, you must drink blood..."
