In a vast mountain range, the peaks overlap, the waves and peaks are lush and green, the mountains seem to be suspended, the mountains on top of each other are boundless, and the large mountains are endless when you look down from the top.
There is no edge, but a verdant forest sea, like undulating waves, rolling layer by layer under the mountain wind.
Within the group of peaks, a solitary peak rises upright, towering into the clouds. This solitary peak is much higher than other surrounding peaks. It stands proudly among the mountains, like a god looking down on the common people.
Look proudly at the sky.
On the top of the solitary peak, clouds and mist shrouded, and there was a gray space all around, like a fairyland. The space on the top of the mountain continued to extend, but it stopped abruptly at a certain point. On one side of the solitary peak, a cliff appeared, like a cliff.
It is as dangerous as an ax chopping with a knife.
Under the cliff is a bottomless abyss. Under the abyss, there are constant sounds of thunderous water waves hitting the rock wall. It can be imagined that under this abyss is a turbulent deep sea.
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Regarding this mountain range, almost everyone in the world of immortal cultivation in the entire Chinese mainland does not know about it. This mountain peak is one of the famous and dangerous places in the world of immortality - the Duantian Mountain Range.
At this time, a figure appeared on the edge of the cliff. This person was a man wearing a jet-black robe and looked to be in his mid-twenties.
However, upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that the black robe of this black-robed man is in tatters. He is covered in blood and scarred, and blood is constantly dripping from the wounds. His hair is disheveled, and his face is covered with dried blood.
But the man in black robe didn't seem to care about this. His face was indifferent, with a permanent indifference. The look in his eyes was still as calm and steady as a rock! His slightly thin but slightly tall body still stood as straight and proud as a javelin!
The black-robed man's other right hand is tightly holding a long sword stained dark red with blood, and his left hand is holding a palm-sized metal object. The metal object is a tripod-shaped object, which looks very simple.
I don’t know how long it’s been.
There were dozens of people tens of meters away in front of the man in black robes, all holding weapons in their hands and staring at him eagerly.
"Ling Yunfeng! You can't escape. Stop resisting and surrender!"
"Ling Yunfeng, hand over the cauldron and ancient blood essence in your hand and we can make your death a quick one."
"You have no chance of escaping. If you hand over the treasures and ancient blood essence, we can leave you intact."
Waves of noisy shouts came from the crowd. But no one dared to rush forward, because at this time, dozens of cold corpses were lying next to the man in black robes, which made people feel inexplicably trembling in their hearts.
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These people are very insidious and have already made plans in their minds. They know that although the man in black robe is exhausted at this time, no matter who comes forward, he will face the blow of the other party that will kill him.
I don't want to be the one who supports me.
They were just hoping that someone would rush forward to seek death. But no one was stupid, so they simply stopped in unison at this time.
Looking at the masters who were shouting but not rushing over, the man in black robe showed a sarcastic smile, arrogant and disdainful!
Faced with the siege of such masters, even though he was at the end of his rope, he still dealt with it calmly and with soaring arrogance!
This is him, Ling Yunfeng, a cultivation genius rarely seen in thousands of years in the world of immortality.
Ling Yunfeng is a cultivation genius with a demonic talent in the world of immortality. In just twenty years, he has reached the spirit-breaking stage and has become one of the top experts in the world of immortality. This makes those old monsters who have been practicing for hundreds of years...
They were ashamed.
Ling Yun Feng glanced at the crowd with his cold eyes. The faces of everyone caught by his gaze changed, their whole bodies trembled slightly, and they took a few steps back involuntarily. It seemed that his eyes had a kind of magic power, making them
The people he glanced at felt their hearts tremble for no reason.
The dozens of people in the crowd were obviously not from the same force, and they were divided into four lineups. Looking from left to right, the first lineup was a group of men in black, all wrapped in black, with only their heads exposed.
He has a pair of slightly scarlet eyes, and the weapon in his hand is an Oriental sword.
The person in the second lineup is wearing a loose white robe, with disheveled hair and slightly dark eye circles. The pupils are scarlet, the lips are light purple, and two cold fangs are exposed at the corners of the mouth, and the whole body exudes a faint cold aura.
, like a ghost from the Nine Nether Hells.
In the third lineup, everyone looks extremely strong, with a body that is almost three times the size of an ordinary person. Their hair is disheveled, and there are two horns like horns on the top of their heads.
The dozen or so people in the fourth lineup were all dressed in Taoist robes, with their long hair pulled up high, and they looked like immortals.
Seeing this scene, Ling Yunfeng raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, glanced at the four lineups in front of him, and a gentle and powerful voice came out of his mouth with a touch of ridicule:
"The Evil Emperor of the East, the Vampires of the West, the Jiuli Relics, and the Kunlun Puritans. Haha, what a huge formation! You really think highly of me, Ling Yunfeng, and you actually dispatched ten spirit-breaking people and more than seventy returning people.
Master.
Especially the Jiuli remnants, the Niubi of the entire Puritan religion, haven't you always taken it as your duty to safeguard the interests of Yan and Huang? You usually seem to have some deep hatred and hatred with them, and beat them half to death as soon as you meet them. Why are you fighting with those* today?
Are the ** united with those things in the West that are neither human nor ghosts?
Do you want a treasure? Come and get it if you can. Do you want ancient essence and blood? I drank it. If you want, you can kill me and extract it from my blood.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you, that bullshit ancient essence and blood is really terrible to drink, worse than boiled water, it’s so fishy that I vomited for a long time after drinking it.”
"You...!" Hearing what Ling Yunfeng said, everyone in the Jiuli family and the entire Puritan lineup turned red, ashamed and angry. If it weren't for the fact that they weren't sure of capturing Ling Yunfeng, how could they have fought with the Evil Emperor of the East?
Zong united with the vampire clan in the West.
"Ling Yunfeng, it's useless to talk more. Are you going to do it yourself or should we do it?" People in the Western vampire lineup were afraid that the Jiuli survivors and the Quanqing sect would change after hearing Ling Yunfeng's words, so they hurriedly shouted.
"If you want something, just get it yourself!" Ling Yunfeng glanced at the Western vampire lineup and said in an indifferent tone.
"Do it!" Hearing this, everyone in the Western vampire lineup flashed red eyes, looked at each other with the members of the Eastern Evil Emperor Sect, and rushed towards Ling Yunfeng.
When the Jiuli survivors and the Quanqing sect saw this, they hesitated and rushed forward. Naturally, they would not let the treasure fall into the hands of the Western vampires and the Eastern Evil Emperor Sect.
Looking at the dozens of masters who were besieging him, Ling Yunfeng's eyes were indifferent and cold, and he stood proudly on the edge of the cliff, holding his long sword tightly.
"Kill!" When the crowd rushed a few meters in front of him, Ling Yunfeng suddenly raised his head, with murderous intent rushing wildly in his eyes. With a loud shout, he waved his long sword away and instantly fought with the crowd. With several metal touches,
A few streaks of bright red blood spurted out from his vocal cords, and in just a few moments, four or five people were lying at his feet.
When everyone saw this, they were all frightened. They took a few steps back involuntarily, stopped the attack on their hands, and their faces turned pale with shock. They never expected that Ling Yunfeng was already on the verge of running out of gas and would still be there.
It is so difficult to deal with, and it is worthy of being a monster that has been in the East and West for many years but no one can control it.
"Quick! Kill him!" After a slight pause, everyone quickly came to their senses and rushed towards Ling Yunfeng with loud shouts.
"Whoosh!" On the top of the Duantian Mountains, Ling Yunfeng was like a murderous god standing proudly in the world, constantly shuttling among the crowd. The long sword in his hand fell together, bringing out streaks of cold light, and from time to time there were pillars of blood following him.
The long sword sprayed out. Within a few minutes, several more people were lying at his feet.
However, despite this, Ling Yunfeng was already at the end of his strength and was gradually losing his strength. He was hit by dozens of attacks. At this moment, he was just holding on, trying to find as many unlucky people as possible to back him up.
"Ah!" At a certain moment, Ling Yunfeng suddenly shouted, using the last bit of strength in his body, he kicked the ground with his feet, jumped up heavily, and jumped into the center of the crowd at the cost of being hit by several swords from the enemy.
Seeing Ling Yunfeng's move, everyone was slightly startled. They didn't understand why the other party did this. If he entered the center of the crowd, he would lose the possibility of escape. If everyone attacked together, he would definitely die. Even thinking about it
The possibility of pulling a few back pads is also reduced.
"Hahaha!" Just when everyone was confused, Ling Yunfeng stabbed the long sword in his hand heavily on the ground in front of him, suddenly raised his head and laughed, his voice was shrill and yet arrogant and sharp.
"If you want to get the treasure from my hands, you must pay a price that is unbearable for you. You can all die now." Ling Yunfeng said loudly under the doubtful eyes of everyone, and a dazzling red flashed on his hand after he finished speaking.
Light, a fiery red spherical object the size of a fist appeared in his hand instantly. There was an energy on this spherical object that fluctuated violently.
"No, it's the Muxu Fire Thunder! Run away!" Seeing the spherical object in Ling Yunfeng's hand, everyone was stunned for a moment, then came back to their senses in an instant, their expressions suddenly changed, they screamed, and hurriedly backed away.
go.
The Void-Destroying Fire Thunder is an offensive weapon refined by strong men in the world of cultivation using powerful means. It contains majestic energy. If it explodes, those who are below the Void-Breaking Realm will definitely die.
However, the energy of this Void-Extinguishing Fire Thunder is too majestic and violent. With Ling Yunfeng's current level of cultivation, if he detonates this Void-Extinguishing Fire Thunder, he himself will be swept up in it, which means he will perish together with the enemy.
Therefore, until this moment, Ling Yunfeng also knew that he had no possibility of escaping today, so he detonated the virtual-destroying fire thunder that his master left for him with the idea of perishing together with everyone from the four sects.
He is who he is, and even if he dies, he must die vigorously without losing his pride. In his heart, these people have no right to kill him, and dying in the hands of these dirty people is a shame for him.
Therefore, he chose to commit suicide without hesitation. In his eyes, no one in this world was qualified to kill him, so he had to die by his own hands.