The true gods were standing in the sky, looking at this scene from a distance. Because the distance was too far, all they could see were the shining light of the oracle and the boiling momentum.
However, Ling Feng's questioning space was not as bright as Tianyu's, and had a lower momentum, slashing Tianyu horizontally in the blink of an eye.
thus.
What the surrounding gods could perceive was very limited, but when the whole battle ended, they were shocked because it was not Tianyu who won, but Lingfeng and the divine bird.
This made them realize that the three Ling Fengs might have some shocking divine objects on them, otherwise it would be impossible to kill Elder Wang and other gods.
"Hey, I wonder how the whole battle is going?"
A true god squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes flickering. What he wanted to know was not the battle situation, but the injuries of the four Ling Fengs.
"The false oracles have suddenly appeared. Even if the true gods are victorious, their victory will be miserable."
An old woman grinned. She had a mouth full of big yellow teeth, but two were missing in the middle, which made her look nondescript.
"To be able to suppress the false oracle, I'm afraid this person will have a lot of treasures on his body."
A middle-aged man came slowly, with a sneer on his lips, staring straight ahead, waiting for Ling Feng and others to return.
certainly.
There are more than just these three people coming, there are already crowds of gods in this direction, at least fifteen. Although there are no eighth or ninth level true gods among them, they are still a force that cannot be underestimated.
More importantly, the forces behind them are very different.
"I wonder how many empty pills there are?"
In another direction, an old man narrowed his eyes and was deep in thought.
"Bald old man, don't think about it. This Sky God Pill is too scarce, so give it to us." At this time, a white-haired old man flew over, looked at the bald old man and said, "Of course, if we can ask him about it,
The origin, which alchemist refined it, can be divided equally between you and me."
"Ah, you are a piece of shit."
The bald old man said angrily: "If you have a head full of white hair, you may not be as good-looking as me."
"Damn bald!"
The two old men were anxious and wanted to fight. Fortunately, the real god behind them pulled them away in time, otherwise, these two old men would have really fought.
"Grave Grass, those people are not simple. If they can kill Wang Zhen, they must be a seventh-level true god."
After calming down, the bald old man said seriously: "With the other two, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome to ask about the origin of the Sky God Pill."
"Um."
The white-haired old man frowned and said: "Actually, what I am really worried about is not Ling Feng and the others, but that there are many forces coming around. If Ling Feng has many treasures, especially the Sky God Pill, he can separate them.
Come here, otherwise..."
He shut up at the right time.
but.
The bald old man still understood the meaning of his words. The Sky God Pill was the purpose of the gods. Other treasures could not be compared with each other. If they could be divided, it would be nothing, but what if there was only one?
By then, there will probably be a big shopping spree across the world. They ask themselves that they are very powerful, but can they resist all forces?
This is a tough question!
"Let's join forces and share the treasure equally!" said the bald old man.
"no problem!"
The white-haired old man said with a smile: "However, I heard that everyone from Benyu Auction House has arrived, and they have received a Sky God Pill, but they are still not satisfied."
"That's not necessarily a bad thing."
The bald old man said with twinkling eyes: "At least, this can show that the value of the elixir and its refining time have been determined. Benyu Auction House speculates that there should be more than this one on that person."
"I hope that person won't disappoint us."
…
The gods from one direction are flying towards the center. This is the reason why they did not appear before. Anyway, Ling Feng is already in their "urn". If he appears too early, it will force Ling Feng to give up the fight and turn around.
A breakthrough may not be impossible with its strength.
And what about waiting until the battle ends?
Ling Feng and Elder Wang were both injured, and it would be much more difficult to break through with their heavily wounded bodies.
Less than a quarter of an hour.
This "urn" has been reduced to a radius of 500 miles. People have seen Ling Feng and the others from a distance, and the positions of the three people have attracted people's attention. Ling Feng, who should have been in front, is actually hiding in Yan Shi at this moment.
2. Behind Dong Yuyan.
What is the explanation for this?
People's mouths were slightly raised and they were full of confidence. Some of the true gods who were originally wary quickly approached, causing the "urn" to shrink even faster. In a short time, it had reached a radius of two hundred miles.
puff!
Suddenly, the galloping Ling Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. His handsome and handsome face also turned pale at this moment.
"Ling Feng!"
Dong Yuyan and Yan Twelve changed their expressions. They didn't think too much, thinking that this was the price Ling Feng and Elder Wang paid during their shopping spree.
after all.
They didn't quite understand that battle. Whether Tianyu's suppression caused a fatal injury to Ling Feng or whether he used a world-defying forbidden technique was still unknown, but they were sure that Ling Feng should be injured, and
Not light yet.
He turned around in a hurry, one person took one of Ling Feng's arms, lifted him up and ran away.
Obviously.
They have already felt that the surrounding world is shrinking sharply, and the gods are coming quickly. If they are really trapped by them, they are afraid that most of them will be destroyed here today.
"He was hit hard!"
The moment Ling Feng vomited blood, the eyes of the surrounding gods immediately lit up. Judging from Ling Feng's staggering posture, he was seriously injured and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Now he is probably not as good as Yan Twelve.
"Catch them and interrogate them!" A middle-aged man was overjoyed and came speeding over.
"Hurry up, we have to be the first to capture him alive!"
Another force leader said, whoever captures Ling Feng first will have the right to speak. However, there are also some smart guys who deliberately lag behind. Now it is not a question of who captures Ling Feng first, but which force can persist to the end.
"Hehe, it turns out that both sides suffer losses. I'm afraid this kid won't be able to recover for a while." The white-haired old man said with a grin.
The bald old man is more cautious.
His eyes flashed, and he looked at Ling Feng for a long time, and then said with certainty: "His aura is messy, his momentum is weak, and his strength is dim. This is indeed consistent with the state of serious injury, but don't take it lightly."
"Don't worry, the gods are already here, they can't fly without wings."
The white-haired old man said with a smile: "What's more, we won't be the first to take action. Whether he is pretending or really inflicting serious damage, we can still reap the benefits."
Just as the gods were flying over, Ling Feng spurted blood again, with an unstoppable momentum that dyed Dong Yuyan's shoulders red.
"Ling Feng, hold on!"
Dong Yuyan changed in shock, and her pretty face turned ugly. She was the cause of this bloodbath, which made Ling Feng suffer such heavy injuries, and she felt extremely uncomfortable inside.
"I can still hold on." Ling Feng said with a forced smile.
"Haha, if you can't stand it, just be honest. Why do you have to be so reluctant?"
finally.
The "urn" of the gods was formed. True gods flew from all directions. From a distance, there could be as many as fifty. Judging from their formations, they were from at least ten forces. This made Dong Yuyan and Yan Twelve look pale.
Ugly.
"What do you mean?" Yan Twelve asked.
"Nothing else, we just want to have a talk with little brother Ling Feng." A middle-aged man explained with a smile.
"I don't know you."
Lingfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said weakly: "Besides, we have nothing to talk about."
"Brother Ling Feng is too arrogant to belittle himself."
The middle-aged man did not give up and said: "They have seen the style of little brother Lingfeng at the Benyu auction house, and he is also full of fighting spirit and dazzling style on the street. We are very fascinated and specially invited the little brother to enter.
My sect."
"Not now, let's wait for another day." Ling Feng dodges.
“It’s better to choose a different day than to hit it, let’s do it today.”
"Don't go!"
"I'm afraid little brother Ling Feng can't decide this." The middle-aged man's face finally turned cold. This man was simply seeking death if he refused to drink a toast or drink as a fine.
"Tian Ming, you are too impatient and rude."
An old man scolded the middle-aged man, then looked at Ling Feng with a smile and said, "I know that little brother is wary and will not enter our sect, but there are some things we don't mind talking about here."
"Don't talk!"
Ling Feng waved his hand, signaling Dong Yuyan and Yan Twelve to break out of the way.
"Oops, did you kick your nose in the face?"
A stout man came out, shirtless and holding a machete, and said, "What are you talking about with him? If he doesn't obey, beat him until he obeys. Then won't we be able to talk about it?"
"It's not rude to talk." Someone said with a sneer.
Ling Feng's refusal with a bad attitude also angered the gods present. If they couldn't reach an agreement, they could only use brute force to solve the problem.
The next moment.
The bare-chested and sturdy man rushed directly towards Ling Feng. The machete in his hand was heavy and startling. With his brute force, he unexpectedly rushed towards Yan Twelve. The power of the fifth-level true god in his body also shone.
"roll!"
Yan Twelve was furious, a divine rainbow shot out from the center of his eyebrows, and a sharp sword exploded down to intercept.
when!
However.
The strong man was indeed fierce. He used brute force to shake the sharp sword away. Even Yan Twelve was knocked back by the brute force, making Dong Yuyan change her color, but just when she was about to step forward to intercept him.
A hand was placed on her slender arm, and then Lingfeng spit out blood and punched out. Five gray rays of light enveloped the machete and then spread to the thick and strong man. However, this scene did not arouse the alert of the thick and strong man.
.
By the time he wakes up, it's too late.
A shudder!
The vegetation within a mile of the radius dried up, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the thick and strong man was like a kite with its strings cut, flying upside down twenty feet, and fell to the ground. A bloody hole appeared in his chest, and his internal organs were shattered.
The sea of souls was also destroyed by this power.
The gods were shocked and backed away, fearing that this was a hoax.
But in an instant, they put away their doubts, because Ling Feng's vomiting of blood became more serious, and he fell directly to the ground, his hands and feet were trembling like a spasm, his face became paler, and his strength became darker.