"Are we really going to die here?" Xuan Qianying's eyes showed despair, with a trace of unwillingness. She is the proud daughter of heaven, a saint of the Xuan clan. She will definitely become a powerful person in the true god realm in the future. If she falls like this,
How could she be willing to do so?
However, in the current situation, Xuan Qianying has no choice. The spiritual power in her body can no longer resist the evil energy. She can only rely on Yi Feng's help. No matter how many methods and powerful Yi Feng has, sooner or later she will not be able to hold on.
time, when that time comes, they will never be able to recover.
"Hey... Yi Feng, how about the black spirit formation I arranged? If you have any other means, just use them, otherwise you will have no chance." At this time, the ethereal voice in the void sounded again.
"Senior is a strong man in the divine realm, and his methods are naturally powerful. I admire him." Yi Feng looked into the void, with a hint of determination in his eyes, "However, it is not too difficult for me to leave this place."
"Haha... don't deceive yourself. In your current state, even with the help of divine objects, can you still sustain it for a day? Not to mention there is a burden."
Xuan Qianying looked at Yi Feng secretly, with a look of guilt on her face. She knew that Yi Feng's situation would be much better without her.
Xuan Qianying is extremely talented, and no one has ever called her a burden, but now she really feels that she has become a burden, dragging down Yi Feng.
"Yi Feng, I..."
"Miss Xuan, there's no need to say more. Now that I'm going to use my means, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you for a while. I hope you can hold on." Yi Feng interrupted Xuan Qianying's words and said calmly.
"I can hold on for an hour, Yi Feng, can we leave this place?" Xuan Qianying's face showed hope again.
"Believe me!"
Yi Feng took a deep breath, took out a dagger from his hand, cut his finger, and blood flowed from the fingertip.
Yi Feng began to take action. With Xuan Qianying as the center, he began to draw blood lines within a radius of two feet. The blood flowed on the ground, leaving bright red marks.
"Yi Feng, what are you going to do?" Xuan Qianying looked anxious when she saw Yi Feng's actions. Although Yi Feng only cut a little of his finger, there was a lot of blood flowing from it, covering an area of one foot.
There was more and more blood inside, almost becoming a bloody ground.
"I want to build a teleportation formation. This is our last chance." Yi Feng's face had turned pale at this time, his hands kept moving, but his expression was extremely firm.
The teleportation formation is a space formation that can only be mastered by those who are strong in the divine realm. However, Yi Feng owns the God Conferring Tower and can use divine power. Moreover, he has the memory of past lives and masters various advanced methods, but it is only because of the limitations of his cultivation.
It was unable to be used, and now the three floors of Yi Feng God Conferring Tower are fully open, and the Nine-turn God Conferring Tower is also operating at full capacity, burning blood and essence, using blood as the medium to draw a special teleportation array.
The formation is called the Escape Formation, and it is extremely special. It is more like a talisman drawn on the ground than a formation. This formation can even pass through the space built by a strong person in the divine realm, and is extremely powerful.
However, the cost of constructing the formation was extremely high. Burning essence and blood, using blood as a medium, almost reached the level of self-mutilation. This was Yi Feng's last resort.
Fortunately, during the process of constructing the formation, the Saint-Destroying Demon King would not take action. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Yi Feng to complete the drawing.
An hour later, when the last bit of Yi Feng's blood flowed out, the entire formation emitted a red light, forming a red light shield that enveloped Yi Feng and Xuan Qianying.
"Huh... it's finally done." Yi Feng exhaled slightly, his face relaxed, and his body fell back.
"Yi Feng!" Xuan Qianying hurriedly reached out to support Yi Feng and hugged him into his arms. At this time, Yi Feng's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was vague. He was already on his deathbed.
occasion.
"I didn't expect that Xiaoxiao Lingjing could actually draw the escape formation!" A faint voice sounded again.
Xuan Qianying suddenly looked up and saw a black figure approaching the two of them.
Although this person has never been masked, his face is blurry and cannot be seen clearly.
"Saint Destroyer Demon Lord!" Xuan Qianying bit her lips tightly and stared at the other person, trying to see clearly what the other person looked like, her eyes filled with hatred.
At this time, the red mask shined brightly, and the figures of Xuan Qianying and Yi Feng disappeared in an instant.
The Saint-Destroying Demon Lord did not stop him, but raised his head to look at the sky. His gaze was profound, as if it contained an endless world.
The surrounding black air gradually dissipated, revealing a clear space.
At this time, a black figure came to the front of the Saint Destroying Demon Lord. This person was a man, about twenty-two or three years old, tall and straight, with a cold and proud face. He was Yi Yuntian.
"Master, where is Xuan Qianying?"
Yi Yuntian looked around, frowning deeply. The black spirit circle had dissipated, and there was no longer Xuan Qianying's aura around him.
"Xuan Qianying has escaped from the trap. If you really want to defeat him, I'm afraid you still need to improve your strength. The methods of the Holy Son of the Holy Land are extremely extraordinary." The Saint-Destroying Demon King said lightly, but did not mention Yi Feng.
matter.
"She can actually break the formation?" Yi Yuntian's face changed slightly, showing a hint of solemnity. He knew how powerful the Black Spirit Array was. Xuan Qianying was able to break the formation because he had obviously hidden his strength before and only showed it after he left.
"Yuntian, there are still about ten days until the ancient tribe's disciple recruitment meeting. Are you sure you can keep the second place on the heavenly list?" The Saint-Destroying Demon Lord turned to Yi Yuntian and asked, but his face was still blurry.
It was as if there was a mist covering him, and his true appearance was not revealed at all, only his eyes were dark and deep.
"Master, not only do I want to keep the second place, but I also want to challenge the first place Niuyanyan and let the world know what a true genius is." Yi Yuntian said with a confident tone on his face.
"Okay, go ahead. Don't leave Tiansheng City during this period. This ancient clan conference is different. You just have to wait for the ancient clan conference to be held." The Saint-Destroying Demon Lord said calmly.
"Yes!" Yi Yuntian answered with cupped hands, and left in a flash of light.
The Saint-Destroying Demon Lord looked to Gu Mu's side, "Your Excellency, you have been peeping at the side for a long time. Why don't you show up now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a red figure emerged from behind the ancient tree. This man was an old man, wearing a blood-red robe, with gray hair hanging down his shoulders, a face covered with wrinkles, and his eyes exuding bloodthirsty light.
"You are actually able to detect my existence. Your strength is not bad. I am the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord. My disciple Wang Zijun fell into the hands of your disciple Yi Yuntian. Do you need to give me an explanation?"
He looked at the Saint-Destroying Demon Lord with a ferocious look on his face, and the aura of the fifth level of trance emitted from his body, covering the sky and the sun, and the entire space seemed to be plunged into a bloody wind.
"Okay, I'll give you an explanation." The Saint-Destroying Demon Lord said calmly. With a flick of his finger, a black light flashed away and fell on the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord in an instant.
The body of the bloodthirsty demon turned into nothingness without leaving any trace.
The Saint-Destroying Demon Lord turned around and took a step forward, and his figure also disappeared.