Chapter 1992: Zhongzhou Battlefield!

Leng Xi, the holy son of Tianhuang, is indeed unlucky enough.

Originally participating in the martial arts recruitment in Misha City, it seems that the Quartet has been suppressed, and it is about to become a ring, and the daughter of the Misha City lord will become his woman.

Now that she participated in this martial arts recruitment, Leng Xi naturally knew that Nie Ying, the daughter of Misha City Lord's daughter, was said to be a first-class beauty.

At that time, Leng Xi was thinking that she could sleep with a stunning beauty tonight, and when her heart was burning, who would have killed such a beauty.

Who knew, that one turned out to be the legendary Nine Nether Demon Lord!

Not only did he fail to sleep with the beauty, but he was beaten by that ruthless man under the watchful eyes of everyone, and he suffered all the pain and humiliation.

At that time, Leng Xi could feel that that person really showed his killing intent, and she almost died in his hands.

In the end, I escaped a catastrophe. I originally thought that the matter was over.

However, he never expected that the moment he came out of Zhuge Qingfeng's profound weapon space, it was because of that person that he was slapped by his father Leng Yan in full view, and was also abolished the dignity of the Son of Heaven and Desolation identity.

"Nine Nether Demon Lord! It's all the Nine Nether Demon Lord!" At this moment, listening to Leng Yan's resolute and cold announcement, Leng Xi said bitterly in her heart, her body was still lying on the ice, but her fists had already Hold it quietly at this moment.

"And him! It's him! Zhuge Qingfeng!" Then, Leng Xi gritted his teeth and spoke secretly, looking at that handsome white figure with hatred in his eyes.

"There was nothing wrong at first, and the Nine Nether Demon Lord didn't kill me in the end! But he was the one who told Dad about it, and let me get this slap from sowing dissension, and let me be abolished as the Holy Son!" bit!

It's all him! "The more Leng Xi thought about that white figure, the more hatred he felt. At this moment, he had almost transferred all his hatred to Zhuge Qingfeng.

Hate, he is still very sensible! He knew that no matter how much he hated the Nine Nether Demon Lord, that was not something he could provoke, and this Zhuge Qingfeng...

"Zhuge Qingfeng, just wait for me! One day, I will make you kneel in front of me and repent for what you did today!"

...

In the eighth hall of Tianhuang Temple, Shi Feng was suspended cross-legged in the air. At this moment, the Nine Nether Art was in operation, violently devouring the power of death in the blood stele.

According to the scroll, there are countless gods in the Continent of Gods War, which is really dangerous and unpredictable. Before going to the Continent of Gods War, Shi Feng wanted to improve his realm first.

Now, he has entered the realm of eight-star demigod, but at this moment, Shi Feng is very confident that he will be able to enter the realm of nine-star demigod in a short time.

Able to step into a realm, more combat power!

Now, relying on Thunder God of War Art and eleven pieces of true god weapons, I can defeat the powerhouses of the second heaven of true gods, but who knows whether there are third heavens of true gods, fourth heavens of true gods, and higher realms in God War Continent? , an even more terrifying existence!

Fortunately, the energy in the blood stele is now rich, violently devouring the power of death, and continuously transforming into the nine ghost powers in the dantian.

However, now that Shi Feng has stepped into the realm of eight-star demigods, his demand for energy has also increased. When the thick and majestic power of death in the blood stele is almost swallowed by him, his perverted dantian, Only then has it reached the Great Perfection!

The need of that perverted dantian has reached the point of horror! During this period of time, he has killed many martial arts experts, like the battle of Gu'e Mountain, he killed hundreds of peerless experts at the nine-star demigod level!

Although after several battles, some energy was consumed by constantly urging the Thunder God of War Art, but the majestic power of death before was still terrifying!

In this way, the power of death in the blood stele is now on the verge of being exhausted.

Then, with a thought in Shi Feng's mind, a bloody light shone behind him, and the flame tree had been summoned by him from the blood stone tablet.

Afterwards, Shi Feng made a handprint with both hands, and slowly closed his hands,

Entered the path of enlightenment!

...

Tianheng Continent.

"war!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

The Tianheng Continent has been invaded by alien races, and wars are raging everywhere.

"war!"

Tianheng Continent, State!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the endless darkness, bursts of shouts and killings resounded continuously.

The dark camp, the Death Emperor, the Dark Emperor, and the Destroyer Emperor are now leading the warriors of the dark camp to fight against the alien race.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Bursts of violent energy raged violently in this dark world, and bursts of explosions continued to roar, shaking the sky and the earth.

Death Emperor Ling Yefeng stood proudly in the void with a death scythe in his hand, exuding a strong air of death from all over his body, "Fight!" With a low shout, densely packed corpses flew out of his body and floated behind him the void.

There are tens of thousands of corpses densely packed, and the death emperor Ling Yefeng instantly deployed his famous ultimate move, the mass formation of ten thousand corpses!

Gusts of sinister wind howled, and the power of peerless death enveloped the world, "Kill!" Ling Yefeng shouted coldly again, and the death scythe in his hand flew out violently, and instantly flew into the battlefield below him!

The dark army is fighting against scale-covered alien races. These alien races are covered with scales of various colors. At this moment, in this dark world, there are white scales, copper scales, green scales, blue scales, and purple scales!

The death scythe is worthy of being called a death scythe. Countless alien races died under the knife while flying violently. In that area, the screams were extremely horrific.

"Hmph!" But at this moment, only an abnormal cold snort resounded.

Ling Yefeng suddenly raised his head, only to see a huge palm print of flame descending from the sky, bombarding Ling Yefeng violently towards him.

"This! This power!"

During this period of time, Ling Yefeng, the Emperor of Death, had entered the realm of two-star demigod in martial arts, but he still felt the power that made his heart palpitate under the palm of the flame!

"Fight!" The astonishment only appeared on Ling Yefeng's face for a moment and disappeared, and a face without firmness appeared again on that mighty face.

After the flying scythe harvested a wave of life, it flew back to Ling Yefeng's hand.

The power of the tens of thousands of corpses was gathered, and all the strength of Ling Yefeng poured into the death scythe, and then he threw it towards Fang Kuang!

The death scythe slashed again, and in the next moment, it slashed violently into the palm of the flame!

"Boom!" Powerful forces collided, only to hear the roar of a peerless explosion resounding! Chaotic energies raged.

The night sky is boiling violently.

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