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Chapter Five Hundred and Ninetieth Avenue

While Ling Feng and the others were waiting for the formation to be activated, those disciples who were not Shenzong and the Earth King began to look at the surrounding warriors with their eyes. To know the position, it would only take a few rounds. After all, there were only one hundred and thirty one.

I don’t want to fight against the strong ones, and the same goes for those at the seventh or eighth level of the Earth King.

However, Ling Feng and others at the rear had prepared a solution in advance in order to prevent young disciples from being suppressed by the Earth King who was over thirty years old.

When the formation's barrier was opened, people from all the major divine sects and hundreds of schools flew to the right, a total of 369 people. The remaining warriors flew to the left, and everyone came to Longtai.

After entering, Feng Xiu stood at the front and said: "The next battle will be conducted by drawing lots."

The young disciples were overjoyed when they heard Feng Xiu's words, while those warriors above the fourth level of the Earth King frowned, because this was clearly aimed at them, but there was no way to object, after all, the heavenly kings of the major divine sects gathered together.

There are eighty-two of them, and it won't be a problem to drive them all off the Longtai.

Then Feng Xiu talked about how to draw lots, that is, to spread four hundred and thirty lines of profound energy, two of which will be slightly stronger, and whoever picks them will win.

After saying this, Feng Xiu waved his sleeve, and more than four hundred strands of profound energy were blown out, and then appeared above all the warriors.

The warriors also flew into the air and grabbed a stream of mysterious energy. Almost all of them dispersed at the first touch. Only two warriors not far away from each other caught the mysterious energy and the violent wind and waves hit them directly.

This means they are first-round picks.

The crowd retreated and handed over the dragon platform to the two warriors. The young disciple on the left looked at his opponent and shook his head and said: "Unlucky."

"But I'm lucky."

The other person is a slightly older warrior. Judging from his attire and temperament, it is not difficult to tell that he is the leader of a third-rate sect. The profound energy fluctuations he exudes have reached the eighth level of the Earth King, while the young disciple is only the Earth King.

Just double.

They had a short conversation and the older Earth King decisively launched an attack. His speed was very fast, like a burst of rapid thunder, he instantly appeared behind the young disciple and aimed his two fingers at the opponent.

There is a little bit of profound energy condensed in the back of the heart. As long as the sect leader is willing, he will directly pierce the opponent's heart.

The young disciple seemed not to have expected that he would be defeated so quickly. He had only just half pulled out his sword. After being stunned for a few seconds, he inserted the sword back and then left the dragon platform directly. The victorious sect leader

He stood aside and the first round of battle ended without any suspense.

Then Feng Xiu fired four hundred profound energy again and started the second round of competition. In order to ensure the balance of the number of people, he also selected some ninth-level warriors. After several hours of fighting, the remaining one hundred and thirty

A position means belonging.

The incense began to burn for the fourth time, and Ling Feng and others also disappeared on the dragon platform again in the light of the fire.

When the fire in front of Ling Feng's eyes dissipated, he found himself in the empty void. The person sitting in front of him was still Taoist Jiulong. In front of Taoist Jiulong, he saw three scrolls floating quietly in front of him, with different colors.

They are the same, but the only thing they have in common is that they are so heavy that even space cannot hold them up, and a hole is pressed out by the weight of the scroll itself.

I saw Jiulong Taoist looking directly into Ling Feng's eyes and said: "These three volumes are the Tao collected by my Jiuyan Sect. On the left is the Tao of Emperor Qingxuan, Qingxuan Yuntian, in the middle is my Tao, Jiulong Returns, and on the right

It is the Heaven-Destroying Way of Emperor Kongming, you can choose to practice it yourself."

An extremely familiar word appeared in Ling Feng's ears, and he looked at Taoist Jiulong in surprise, because he once suspected that he had heard it wrong. Could it be that there was some kind of relationship between Qingxuan Emperor and the first Holy Emperor of Qingxuan Continent?

These connections led to the appearance of foreign islands in Qingxuan Continent.

Ling Feng could vaguely feel that there seemed to be more secrets behind the foreign land, but these secrets were obviously not something he could pry into now, and it would not be too late to leave them to the future. What was more important now was these three volumes of skills, or the battle

How to choose among tactics.

Ling Feng first bowed to Jiulong Taoist, because this Jiuyan Sect was the inheritance left by the strong man in front of him, and everything here was left by Jiulong Taoist to help future generations of monks. As a result, they, Qingxuan, were

The mainland warriors got a huge advantage.

After raising his head, Ling Feng flew to the three scrolls. The scrolls of Emperor Qingxuan gave him a very friendly feeling. Even the Fenshi bloodline in his body accelerated its flow uncontrollably. It was obviously affected by the scrolls.

The influence of this artistic conception is very similar to that of Ling Feng.

Then Ling Feng looked at the inheritance of Jiulong Taoist, and he could faintly hear an angry dragon roar, as if he was imprisoned in the formation, full of unwillingness and resentment, but with the supreme majesty of a true dragon.

But it was directly transmitted through Ling Feng's soul ocean, causing ripples to appear on its surface.

Based on this vision, Lingfeng guessed that the Nine Dragons' Return should be a battle technique that was as inclined to the divine soul as the Nine Flame Soul Transmutation Technique. Then Lingfeng looked at the third one. When his eyes fell on this white scroll,

At that moment, a shocking sword light suddenly cut out from the scroll and struck directly at his head.

"boom!"

Ling Feng was so frightened that he immediately retreated to the left about a hundred feet away, but when he stopped, he did not see any sword light passing by.

Ling Feng was a little stunned, and then returned to the scroll, his eyes fell on it again, and another sword light was slashed from the scroll. Ling Feng could even feel the sharp sword intent hitting his eyes, but this time Ling Feng

Feng was not frightened. He endured the discomfort and stood there, letting the sword light penetrate into his eyes.

As a result, nothing happened. Ling Feng looked at the white sword boat in front of him with some surprise. The power shown by the remaining scrolls alone was so powerful. It would be unbelievable when it was deployed. Moreover, Ling Feng also noticed that since

After he stepped into the Heavenly King's shoes, his attack methods were already somewhat insufficient.

The battle tactics taught by Blood Kill cannot be used in front of the masters of thousands of sects and hundreds of schools. Except for Three Thousand Falling Leaves Piao, the other two tactics of one's own require a lot of time to condense profound energy. If the opponent's strength is slightly stronger than him,

will be completely suppressed. Only by using the advantage of the physical body can we regain the upper hand or avoid falling into a disadvantage. In this case, powerful attack methods become particularly important.

At this time, Ling Feng was already a little tempted, but he did not act directly, but carefully thought about the functions of the other two scrolls.

Practicing Qingxuan Yuntian should improve his control over the mysterious energy again, and the range of the Qi sea that can be stabilized when breaking through the Heavenly King will be further expanded, which is a basic type of technique.

The inheritance of Jiulong Taoist is biased towards divine soul attacks. Ling Feng's current divine soul is no longer weaker than a strong man who has just stepped into the realm of divine souls. With the combination of the World-Burning Golden Flame and the Nine Flames Soul-Changing Technique, the divine soul seems to have other special abilities.

Ling Feng wants to try to understand the method of soul attack from himself, so this is not necessary for him.

In this way, Ling Feng had completely made up his mind. He stretched out his hand towards the white scroll and grabbed it.

In an instant, Ling Feng felt countless sword intentions pouring out from the scroll, all the way up his arm. The cold and murderous sword intentions seemed to split his right hand into countless pieces, until

Both eyes were occupied by the sword light, and this illusion finally disappeared. It was at this time that the white scroll blended into Ling Feng's body along his arm like running water.

But at this moment, Ling Feng was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world. He came to a place above the sky that was cut open by the sword light. The remaining sword intent passed through Ling Feng's body, making him feel that his body was also like

Split into two halves.

Ling Feng suddenly looked up at the sky and saw a dark sky mark, a hundred feet wide and reaching the edge, extending from south to north. In his perception, even the rules of heaven and earth were affected by this sword.

The light was cut open, so that the void could not be healed, and the rules were cut open. This was something that even the Holy Emperor of Qingxuan Continent could not do!

Ling Feng looked at the sword mark in shock. He couldn't even believe what kind of power he had to be able to achieve the blow in front of him.

Suddenly, Ling Feng seemed to see a white spot lighting up in the dark void. He just wanted to take a closer look, but found a warmth on his forehead. Then Ling Feng realized something and touched his forehead with his trembling right hand.

Then he put it in front of his eyes, and his hand seemed to be a burning golden flame.

Then Ling Feng realized that his soul ocean was suddenly torn open, and his eyes suddenly turned into nothingness. Sound, light, and even darkness no longer existed. It was completely empty nothingness, as if everything in the world was there.

Everything disappeared in Ling Feng's perception.

I don't know how long it took before Ling Feng's vision lit up again. He raised his head in confusion and saw another white dot lighting up in the sky. This time Ling Feng reacted quickly and raised his right foot, but

He could only lift it up, and a large golden flame burst out from his forehead again.

Then Lingfeng felt that his soul ocean was shattered again, and everything around him, including himself, became nothingness again. He couldn't notice or feel anything.

When Ling Feng's vision returned to normal again, he didn't even look at the sky, he directly smashed the void and ran to the left with all his strength, successfully exiting hundreds of feet away. Ling Feng was just a little glad that he escaped.

But then I noticed that the void under my feet seemed a little strange, as if there was a hole?

As soon as this doubt appeared, Ling Feng felt that his soul was torn apart again. He suddenly realized it and murmured: "He is already dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Feng's awareness of himself disappeared again. His vision lit up and he no longer needed Xuan Qi. He ran directly to the left, then touched his head and saw that there was no blood. Ling Feng smiled, but when he raised his head, the smile suddenly disappeared.

I saw white dots all over the sky appearing in the void, and then passed through Ling Feng's body in an instant, leaving wounds on his body that were completely invisible to the naked eye, but Ling Feng could clearly feel it.

Thousands of small holes appeared in his soul.

PS: Originally Ling Feng was going to lose his head, but it was too scary when written from the protagonist’s perspective, so it had to be changed. In addition, book friends on the Zongheng Chinese website who have extra recommendation tickets can give them away. Your support is mine.

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