Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1788 Flying Dragon Gang! (1 more)
Ling Feng was too lazy to pay attention to this cheap ass, rolled his eyes, and first urged the "Eight Desolation Body Training Technique" to refine the blood essence between the eyebrows of this high-level demon emperor-level swallowing horned python , the powerful monster blood tempered the body, and Ling Feng's physical strength had improved to a certain extent.

It's a pity that the three emperor's gates can't be broken through. Ling Feng's three ways of body refining, qi refining, and soul refining have reached a certain bottleneck, which cannot be broken through with the blood of monsters.

Forcibly breaking through the Great Emperor's Gate of Body Refining One, the other two Emperor's Gates cannot be broken through, and it is meaningless.

After collecting some more blood, Ling Feng didn't show any stinginess to that cheap donkey. Except for the demon pill, the rest of Ling Feng was left to the cheap donkey to plunder at will.

After disembowelling the heaven-swallowing horned python, Ling Feng found two decomposed corpses in its belly, one of which had a token from the Yunluo Holy Land on it.

Although only one token is needed to pass the selection, but since you got it, it doesn't matter if you put it away.

If it doesn't work, when the Apocalypse selection is about to end, you can still trade it out and make a fortune.

Maybe, it can be exchanged for something of value.

It took more than half a day for Ling Feng to finish disposing of the body of the Swallowing Horned Python, and that cheap donkey drank enough of the Swallowing Python's blood, and then returned to the Five Elements Heaven Palace contentedly, and started nap.

Thinking about it, when he refines so much blood essence of the swallowing horned python, his strength will improve again.

On the other hand, Ling Feng is quite satisfied with Zifeng's progress, and when Zifeng and Jianlu improve their strength, they will definitely become their two major helpers.

In addition, there are still eleven corpses of the emperor in the crystal coffin. When he "resurrects" all the corpses, what a spectacular scene it will be.

With these corpse puppets, perhaps, he can really control the fate of Dongling Immortal Pond.

"The catastrophe is approaching, we must further improve our strength!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, judging from Gui Lao's worried expression, he didn't have much time left for him.

……

Since meeting the father and son of Tianxialou Louzhu, Ling Feng has not encountered any other troubles.

In a blink of an eye, it was the tenth day, around noon, and the Apocalypse selection was about to end.

At this moment, most people have returned to the place where they entered this area before. After the selection is over, they can directly return to Tianyun Holy City through the teleportation array.

It's just that less than half of the people who have returned to this place are less than half, and most of them are wounded.

More than 300 people competed for ten tokens, and the competition among them was self-evident.

Basically, most of the people who got the tokens were those familiar faces, big figures with reputations in the Yunluo Holy Land.

For example, the Palace Master of Jueshen Palace, or Feng Yiqiu of Shenfeng Pavilion, these are long-established masters in Tianyun Holy City, and there is no suspense in getting the token of Yunluo Holy Land.

At this moment, someone said strangely: "Huh? Why didn't you see the father and son of Tianxialou Louzhu? It stands to reason that the two of them acting together can sweep away any enemy."

"That's right, I remembered when you said that. Why hasn't the landlord of Tianxialou appeared yet? It should be very easy for them to seize the token, right?"

Immediately, the crowd exploded, and almost everyone was curious about why the father and son of Tianxialou Louzhu didn't come back.

Even the Lord of Jueshen Palace squinted his eyes and muttered to himself: "That old boy Yang Tai, did he die here? That's really interesting."

Only Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders slightly, and sneered secretly in his heart: From now on, I'm afraid there won't be anything under the sun.

At this time, someone said loudly: "By the way, I don't know if you have sensed that a very terrifying aura suddenly appeared in the core area a few days ago. That aura may be a high-ranking demon emperor If the master and son of Tianxialou encounter that monster, there is absolutely no reason for them to survive."

"That's right, that's right, I sensed it too. The breath is really terrifying. I'm dozens of miles away, and I'm almost scared to pee!"

"Fortunately, the aura was fleeting and disappeared soon, otherwise this apocalypse selection might not be able to proceed."

Everyone talked about their feelings towards that high-ranking demon emperor.

Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. If he hadn't used the reincarnation technique to revive Emperor Tianyan, the Tianqi selection field might really turn into a Shura field.

"Hey, kid!"

At this moment, three burly men with iron towers walked in front of Ling Feng. The leader of them was wearing a short coat of animal skin. His eyes were fierce and he stared at Ling Feng coldly.

"Any advice?"

Ling Feng curled his lips, he didn't want to cause trouble, but it seemed that trouble had found his way.

The tokens of the Yunluo Holy Land cannot be stored in the spiritual ring, so once they are placed on the body, they will emit unique fluctuations, which will be noticed by others.

These people didn't have tokens on them, so they set their sights on Ling Feng, who seemed weaker.

When the selection is about to end, I still want to struggle one last time.

"Boy, how about making friends with our Flying Dragon Gang by handing over the token?"

The burly man in the lead said coldly in an uncompromising tone.

"Isn't that the way to be friends?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled, raised his fist slightly. There is nothing to say about this kind of person.

"Boy, you are courting death—"

The burly man raised his fist high, and was about to hit Ling Feng's cheek with one punch, but at this moment, the sound stopped abruptly.

A figure in white appeared next to the burly man with a "whoosh" and grabbed his arm firmly.

"If you are in charge, you should give me, Feng, someone a face, and everyone will turn their fights into jades, how about it?"

The figure in white is the master of the Shenfeng Pavilion, Feng Yiqiu.

"Feng...Feng Yiqiu!"

The burly man glanced at Feng Yiqiu, seemed to be afraid, clenched his fists, turned around and left with his companions without saying a word.

The so-called name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Feng Yiqiu has a great reputation in Tianyun Holy City, and he is not an existence that ordinary people dare to provoke.

"Thanks."

Ling Feng raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Yiqiu. In fact, if he hadn't made a move, he would definitely have severely taught those little fish from the Feilong Gang.

However, since Feng Yiqiu offered to help, it's not easy for him to refute his face.

"polite."

Feng Yiqiu nodded slightly to Ling Feng, and said with a faint smile: "With your strength, you are naturally not afraid of these three people, but the flying dragon gang is a mixed bag. The so-called strong dragon does not suppress the local snake, one thing more is worse than one thing less."

(End of this chapter)