These beams are not outlined by a single killing array, but are condensed by dozens of killing arrays.
Anyone who enters the center of the killing formation is like a sheep entering a pack of wolves, and it is impossible for him to survive.
"The third level of the God of Death, the unparalleled killing formation is arranged by the leader of the Hong Sect and hundreds of formation masters. It consumes countless treasures and treasures. It is the most serious level of killing in the Mysterious Realm of Death. Whenever you enter the Mysterious Realm of Death,
Eighty percent of the strong men will die in the third level. Even if they are lucky enough to last until the energy of the killing array is used up, they will be almost seriously injured and die, and they will have no power to fight."
"Hundreds of formation masters, that is, hundreds of killing formations, what can Ye Feng use to block it?"
Everyone present looked at the dense beams of killing arrays in the image, and their scalps were numb.
"If it were me, I'm afraid I can't stop it for a quarter of an hour." Yu Ya's face turned pale, and she racked her brains and couldn't think of any way to get out of the third level of the God of Death.
"It's not just you, most people can't stop such a dense beam of killing array. Mr. Ye's choice this time may be really wrong." Yu Fengxing's tone was low.
If he faces such a killing formation, he can only burst out with the strongest defense and wait for the end of the killing formation beam.
But this method is like fish on a chopping board, and can only be slaughtered by others and is completely in a passive position.
Su Bai raised his sword eyebrows and outlined the scenes of his face in his mind. As a result, he would be exhausted and fall to the ground and die within half an hour.
"Su Bai, do you know why I don't let you be an enemy with the Hongmen? This is the foundation of the Hongmen. Ye Feng is still too young. Now is not the time for him to compete with the Hongmen." Su Chen said in a deep voice,
I can't think of any possibility that Ye Feng would break through the third level of the God of Death.
"I can't do it, it doesn't mean that Young Master Ye can't do it. If you take a step back ten thousand steps, even if you die because of this, Young Master Ye will be a master of the world." Su Bai was still stubborn. The martial arts he practiced were to move forward and never fear life and death.
Su Chen snorted coldly, hoping that Ye Feng would die.
Only when Ye Feng dies will his stubborn brother change his mind.
"You must not have something wrong." Gu Man's face was full of anxiety, and she was sweating profusely. Before she knew it, her mind had fallen on Ye Feng.
"Sister, brother-in-law will be fine, right?" Tang Ying's mouth opened slightly, her hair ends were a little messy, her face was a little pale, which was a unique charm.
"We just need to believe him." Tang Yanqi clenched her fists. If something happened to Ye Feng, she would do her best to die with the Hongmen.
On the platform.
The Hongmen leader Jiang Emperor and the Hongmen leader Wei Ziqing sneered. They had trained in the Third Heaven of Death, three of which were killed, three of them were seriously injured and dying, and never left the Third Heaven of Death.
They absolutely don't believe that Ye Feng has the ability to leave alive
"Mr. Zhuque, Lord Baihu, do you think Mr. Ye can pass through the third level of the God of Death. If I remember correctly, a genius from the Huawu Organization died in this third level of the world." Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hongmen Sect, was hoarse and silence.
The cold voice sounded slowly.
"Mr. Hong, your memory is right. I always remember this hatred." The guardian of Suzaku Mo Qingyan's red clothes were whirling, his tone was cold, and he looked straight into Hong Zijing's eyes.
The wrinkles on Hong Zijing's face spread slightly and said with a smile, "At that time, this genius from the Huawu Organization had a dispute with the Hongmen for the power of Suzhou. Both sides bet on the three heavens in front of the God of Death and decided to belong to Suzhou.
It’s a pity that this genius failed and Suzhou fell into the hands of Hongmen.”
"Old Master Hong, why bother to mention the old things again?" The White Tiger guarded the King of Hell and said coldly, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"Hahahaha I just want to bet with the Huawu Organization again. Wouldn't it be boring to just watch Mr. Ye break through the barrier?" Hong Zijing said, with a faint light deep in his eyes.
Now the Huawu Organization has always been pressing against the Hongmen.
He kept thinking about cutting a few more pieces of meat on the Huawu Organization.
Only in this way can the Hongmen narrow the gap with the Huawu Organization and lay the foundation for his future hegemony.
"How do you want to bet?" Mo Qingyan looked at Ye Feng's figure in the image, and there was a burning flame in his pupils.
"It's very simple. I think Ye Feng will stop at the third level. If Ye Feng can successfully pass through the third level, I will return the sphere of influence of Suzhou to the Huawu Organization. Of course, if it's as I said, Ye
Feng Zhen died, I don’t want it much. I just want the Yangzhou land controlled by the Huawu Organization. Lord Zhuque, what do you think?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.
Everyone understands that the conflict between the Hongmen and the Huawu Organization has reached an irreconcilable point, but no one expected that the leader of the Hongmen Sect, Hongzijing, would attack at this time.
The King of Hell held Mo Qingyan's arm, shook his head, and said, "Qingyan, don't be impulsive, the killing formation of the third level of the God of Death is stronger than the original one. Hong Zijing dared to propose such a bet, and he must have his own confidence.
Don't fall into the other party's trap."
Mo Qingyan's face changed slightly, and he murmured, "The child who broke into the third level of the God of Death was my disciple, and Suzhou was also lost because of me. Since I had the opportunity to ask for it, I naturally have to get it back."
"Spoken"
"I know how to choose this time, so I will do my willfulness. This time, I believe that my choice is absolutely correct. If I bet wrong again, I will bear all the costs alone."
Mo Qingyan stood up and looked at Hong Zijing, his voice full of solemnity and murderous meaning. "Since Mr. Hong has this elegant atmosphere, I will bet with Mr. Hong once and what's wrong? I firmly believe that Ye Feng can get out of the third level of the God of Death, if Ye Feng
Dead, Yangzhou Guihongmen took charge of the commander”
"Good Lord Zhuque is really generous. If Ye Feng leaves the third level of the God of Death alive and Suzhou returns to the Huawu Organization, everyone present can testify about this bet."
Suddenly,
The atmosphere became even colder.
The battle between Ye Feng and the Hongmen has become increasingly fierce, and it has become a contest between the Huawu Organization and the Hongmen.
Hua Lan and Xu Donglai's bodies were trembling. If Ye Feng died in the third heaven, the guardian of Zhuque would go to the military court for this.
"Don't die"
Scream
In the third level of the God of Death, the blazing and terrifying light beam of the killing formation rushes down and takes Ye Feng Mingmen.
Ye Feng looked solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, so he stepped back.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Feng also chose the safest defense method.
On the contrary, Ye Feng faced the endless killing formations and climbed up to the sky, and a punch of the Heavenly King continued to be shot out, with a supreme spirit of wanting to compete with the Heavenly King.