Chapter 780: As Expected of a First-Generation Sword God!

, my follower of the global god is Galen

This is the backlash of Shenhuo.

death fire.

This is not comparable to ordinary divine fires. It can be said that it surpasses countless divine fires in the world, and it is one of the three hidden divine fires.

The only thing comparable to it is the fire of space and the fire of time.

These three kinds of divine fire are enough to confuse the minds of gods.

In order to fight against the backlash of the divine fire, the three long-established hidden temples naturally have a set of orthodox methods handed down to restrain them, but Lin Fan does not.

Lin Fan looked at the flame of death dancing in front of him, his eyes gradually became cold.

"Want to rebel?"

"call!"

The fire of death surged loudly, and the huge fireball slowly approached Lin Fan, as if forcing a palace.

It was cold.

"life……"

It seemed as if Lin Fan's life was going to be taken away at any time, making Lin Fan a tool for them to claim his life.

"Ah."

Seeing the divine fire of death approaching him, Lin Fan smiled.

Step forward.

The sea water rose up behind him, and the earth under the sea water shook at this moment.

The divine light is revealed, and the rolling divine power is revealed!

Lin Fan's eyes became narrow and long like a werewolf, and the hidden ancestor gene in his body was slowly shaking at this moment.

He has no orthodox teachings from the Temple of the Dead.

All he has is his own will.

Even the animal nature of the ancestor of the werewolves had to succumb to the will!

At this moment, Lin Fan's originally bright divine light instantly turned into a strange purple light, and a phantom of a giant wolf slowly condensed.

"Roar!"

A wolf moo.

The fire of death suddenly stopped.

That is the coercion from the blood of the werewolf ancestor!

The first werewolf in history, a life created by the Creator God himself.

At this moment, Lin Fan was like a wolf king looking down on the world, his scarlet eyes staring at the flame of death indifferently.

"There is one thing you may be mistaken about."

"No matter how powerful you are, you are still my tools."

"I drive you, not you drive me!"

Lin Fan walked towards the ball of death fire.

One step at a time, a huge wave rose up.

The flame of death was surging fiercely, and the four flames rushed towards Lin Fan like arms, but they never dared to roll towards Lin Fan.

They also knew that Lin Fan was their main god.

It would be good if Lin Fan panicked and surrendered to them after being frightened.

But if Lin Fan hadn't surrendered...they couldn't really devour Lin Fan's life energy. Once Lin Fan died, no matter how powerful the death flame was, it would perish along with the God Realm.

"Surrender."

"Or I will die with you!" Lin Fan punched hard!

However, the divine power of death did not force it, but directly rushed into Lin Fan's outstretched fist like flowing water, engulfing the life energy that had just been sucked in.

They succumbed.

"Ah."

Lin Fan smiled contemptuously.

Don't dare to confront yourself head-on, and want to bite yourself back?

However, Lin Fan also had worries in his heart.

The death fire this time is stronger than the last time it was used.

Although I can rely on them to extract life energy, the fire of death is also growing, and the desire for myself is also growing.

Now I can suppress that evil thought by relying on the blood of the ancestor, but in the end, the blood of the werewolf ancestor has not been fully activated. Back then, Ji Lao helped him suppress the gene of the ancestor, otherwise he would not be able to resist the backlash of the blood of the ancestor.

After all, not everyone has that Panila-like strong will to the extreme.

Ji Lao's help allowed him to avoid side effects, but at the same time prevented the ability of the ancestor's bloodline from being brought into play.

Go on like this...

"After a few times, it won't be able to deter these flames of death." Lin Fan thought to himself, "Master's warning is right, and we should try to use death flames as little as possible in the future."

"Brother Fan, are you alright?" Cao Dahua, who was full of food, was also attracted by the strange flame, raised his head and gnawed on the chicken leg, and shouted loudly.

"It's okay. You wait for me for a while."

Lin Fan spread out his palms.

A mass of life energy mixed with five colors flows slowly. It is the life energy from five gods and nearly one hundred thousand believers.

Fortunately, the war of believers and the war of gods ended almost at the same time. When Lin Fan arrived here, the life energy was not lost much.

If it is a few minutes late, most of these life energies will be lost.

Looking at the dead body drained of life energy on the sea, Lin Fan formed a steel seal with his left hand.

But the stencils were indifferent to the corpse.

Lin Fan thought for a while, and put that ball of life energy in front of the steel seal, but the steel seal was also indifferent.

Even the demon pattern on the stencil seems to be still roaring, as if very angry at Lin Fan.

Taboo a-0324, spiritual seal.

Containment conditions, income into the soul.

Before each use, you need to kill three gods and sacrifice the souls of three gods to it.

This containment condition seems simple, but it is extremely dangerous. It needs to face the temptation from the soul.

And the conditions of use are even harsher and more sinister.

"It's quite picky." Lin Fan frowned, "It seems that they are really the souls of three gods..."

Lin Fan was very disappointed.

If he could use the believer's life energy or soul to replace him, then he would be able to control more than 30,000 gods in a matter of minutes... But thinking about it, it's not possible, as there is no such a cheap deal.

Lin Fan withdrew the spiritual steel seal, and then swept to the vicinity of Zhang Xiaoying and the others.

The building boat had been broken before, and only the wooden wreckage was left floating.

Lin Fan recalled all the remaining thousand boats to God's Domain, leaving only one.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoying had already taken back the Ultraman Legion, and she was panting heavily while sitting on the boat. Obviously, the battle just now had consumed her a lot.

Cao Dahua is still eating a bucket of fried chicken.

Ji Long was lying on the boat wet all over, vomiting into the sea, his eyes were full of fear, obviously Lin Fan's display of strength and the corpse floating on the sea frightened him...

It was almost a 1v5, and crushed the opponent!

Whether it is a battle between believers or gods, although there are some tricks, they are almost crushing!

As a teammate, of course I hope that Lin Fan will be as strong as possible.

But Ji Long is an undercover agent, he regards Lin Fan as his biggest enemy!

Moreover, this battle of the gods and treasures is more dangerous than he imagined. It has just begun, and they are being killed?

At that moment, Ji Long looked at Lin Fan with a pale face and said, "I quit now, is there still time?"

"Oh, yes." Lin Fan froze for a moment, and pointed to the general direction of the military port, "But the flare gun is gone, you can go back from Shenshenhai by yourself."

Ji Long looked at the sparkling black sea.

Suddenly there is a feeling of being on a thief ship and not being able to get off... Isn't it courting death to let myself cross the sea of ​​perishing gods in the middle of the night? What if we meet some powerful Sea Clan?

"The battle just now may attract some powerful sea people." Lin Fan didn't bother to care what Ji Long was thinking, and continued: "And the military is about to arrive in more than 20 minutes, we'd better get out of here first." .”

"By the way, where is my senior brother?"

Just as Lin Fan was about to start the engine and leave here, he suddenly noticed that there was one person missing.

Ji Long looked at the sea in awe.

There.

Dressed in white, he stood floating.

The White Sword God stood with his hands behind his back on the surface of the sea where the corpse was floating, his sword aura reflected the moonlight.

The previous tragic battle was like a child fighting in his eyes, his temperament was always as cold as snow, without a trace of panic, his eyes only had the indifference and loneliness of a master.

The sea breeze blows.

Bai Jianshen pushed the mask on his face, looked at the corpse floating on the sea, and sighed: "It's a pity that the seascape under the moon is polluted by blood. It's a pity, otherwise, I must recite poems."

The figure swayed on the sea with the wreckage of the deck under his feet, as if he had merged with the ocean here.

A gust of pressure came to my face.

Looking at the incomparably cold back under the moonlight, the four of Lin Fan all looked longingly.

The battle is like this, but the senior brother still has the mood to appreciate the scenery, life and death are in front of him without changing his face, although the enemy generals are numerous, they are like dust ears.

Really worthy of the contemporary sword god!