Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

However, just as the divine pattern of heaven in his eyes was about to condense and the third vertical pupil was about to open.

A tall and straight figure suddenly appeared in front of Rufeng.

A gentle breath instantly enveloped the place like the wind.

The murderous intent and all the negative emotions in my heart disappeared at this moment, like ice and snow melting.

Rufeng blinked and looked up, only to see a man in a blue robe standing in front of him.

Even though he had his back to me and I couldn't see his face, just looking at his back gave me an indescribable sense of security.

It turned out that at this moment, Ling Feng finally arrived.

Rufeng's breath gradually became steady, and the bloodstain between his eyebrows also disappeared.

She blinked, stared at the man standing in front of her, gritted her teeth and asked, "Who... are you?"

Ling Feng looked back at Ru Feng, and for some reason, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently pinch Ru Feng's face, "Wait for me to deal with those guys, then I'll tell you."

"Hahahaha!"

All of a sudden, the monks who were besieging the camp burst into wild laughter.

"Deal with us?"

The bearded man called "Brother Doulong" stared at Ling Feng with a fierce smile, "Another one is here to seek death. That's great. If I kill one more, I can get a few more fruits!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Doulong formed his five fingers into claws, grasped the tip of Luo Hanzhou's sword, and swung it away.

Although Luo Hanzhou has cultivated a domineering physique, how can he resist the tremendous energy of a strong man in the ancestral realm with his own brute force?

And when his figure moved in the air and swung the sword again, the other two companions beside Doulong had already stopped him directly.

Among those present, only Luo Hanzhou had the power to contend with them.

Luo Hanzhou was blocked, and the situation of others was naturally precarious.

"I want to see how you can get rid of me."

In an instant, Doulong's figure disappeared from the spot.

Having cultivation and not having cultivation are incomparable.

First of all, there is a world of difference in their body movements.

In just a moment, the fighting dragon appeared in front of Ling Feng. Instead of attacking Ling Feng, it stretched out its sharp claws to tear directly into Rufeng's throat.

However, just as Doulong was about to tear Rufeng into pieces, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

  Then, there was a sound of "crack", and the palm that attacked Rufeng was completely crushed!

"what!--"

A pig-slaughtering scream sounded, and Doulong instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up in astonishment, only to see Ling Feng looking at him calmly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Your speed is too slow!"

A raging flame of rage suddenly ignited in Doulong's chest.

"Boy, you are looking for death—"

However, before he could finish his words, Ling Feng slapped him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

The terrifying force directly split Doulong's head open, and red and white blood burst out and flowed all over the ground.

After his body twitched slightly a few times, he completely lost his breath.

The next moment, his body began to rot and was directly swallowed by the sacred tree.

If it happened in the outside world, such an injury would not be enough to cause the complete death of a strong ancestral realm master.

But his power came from the sacred tree. When he lost the ability to continue fighting, he was eventually devoured by the sacred tree.

Everyone stared at Ling Feng in astonishment. This scene was simply unimaginable.

  A strong man who relied on the fruit of the sacred tree to advance to the early stage of the ancestral realm was actually easily playing with a guy who had not yet recovered his cultivation?

"Dou... Senior Brother Doulong?"

The expressions of the other two monks suddenly changed drastically.

At the same time, the two dared not stay any longer, and immediately used their physical skills to escape.

Ling Feng flipped over and jumped, easily knocking a man to the ground. Then he exerted force with his left leg and crushed the crazy monk into a meat patty.

The other guy didn't escape either. In his panic, he was blocked by Luo Hanzhou's sword.

Then, Xiao Hui on Rufeng's shoulder turned into a flash of black light, and its sharp claws directly tore open the opponent's throat.

At this point, all three monks who had besieged the camp were dead.

The crisis has been temporarily resolved.

The next moment, several fruits glowing green condensed at the locations where the three monks died.

Perhaps it was because these people had eaten at least twenty fruits before, the fruits made from their blood had a more eerie blood-red color than the others.

Ling Feng didn't even look at the fruits. He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the fruits disappeared like dust.

There is no point in keeping such harmful things.

No one else had any objection to Ling Feng's approach, except Tu Shanhuang, who showed a hint of regret on his face.

If you eat these fruits, one would probably be worth several others.

"Thank you for your help, brother."

Luo Hanzhou retracted his sword and covered his chest with his left hand. It was obvious that he had suffered some internal injuries.

Among those present, Tu Shanluan of the Tushan tribe was seriously injured.

The body of Lei Wensheng, the master of Xuan Lei Palace, was cut in half, and he was only hanging on to his last breath.

The rest of the people were also frightened to varying degrees.

Ling Feng nodded slightly towards Luo Hanzhou, looked towards the Master of Xuan Lei Palace with a frown on his face, and then quickly walked over.

"Let me see."

Ling Feng took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

Biluo Shengji was holding Lei Wensheng's broken body at the moment. When she heard Ling Feng's voice, she felt as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. "Sir, do you have a way to save him? If you can save Wensheng, I am willing to be your slave..."

"Senior, you are too kind. I will try my best."

Even without the Taixuan Golden Needle, even if the origin of the soul is sealed deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But the medical skills he learned since childhood were like an instinct, and had long been imprinted deep in Ling Feng's soul like muscle memory.

Relying solely on instinct, Ling Feng used his fingers instead of the golden needles to clear Lei Wensheng's tendons.

Then, he barely used silk thread to sew Lei Wensheng's body together.

"It's a pity that I don't have any medicine, otherwise I should be able to recover faster. However, my life has been saved temporarily. If I can make it through tomorrow, I should be alive."

Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. Everything he did seemed to be completely based on instinct.

In fact, even he himself didn't know why he could do this.

"Thank you, sir!"

Biluo Shengji looked at Ling Feng with joy, her eyes already red.

Lin Mu and the others looked at Ling Feng in disbelief, and then they couldn't help but mutter to themselves, "If it weren't for the completely different appearance, I would have thought he was Boss Ling! His medical skills are on par with Boss Ling's!"

Ling Feng walked straight towards another injured person, Tu Shanluan.

Compared to Lei Wensheng, his injury is much easier to deal with.

After his meridians were slightly cleared, Tu Shanluan was able to get up and walk.

Of course, this is also due to the strong physique of the Tushan lineage.

Rufeng then walked cautiously to Lingfeng's side and asked through gritted teeth, "Hey, you haven't told me yet, who are you? Why do I feel like there's a familiar aura about you?"

"Really? Hehe..."

Ling Feng scratched the back of his head and said, "I seem to have the same feeling, but unfortunately, if you want to ask me who I am, I actually don't know who I am, but my friends around me call me Shui Han, or you can also call me Water Buffalo."

"Water buffalo? Hahaha!" Ru Feng laughed immediately, "You are so tall and strong, you really are a big water buffalo!"

As she spoke, she blinked and stared at Ling Feng, "Big buffalo, my name is Rufeng! This is my companion spirit beast, its name is Xiaohui."

"Like the wind...like the wind..."

Ling Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. He quickly raised his hand to press his head and took several deep breaths before he finally regained his composure.

"Big Buffalo, what's wrong with you? You look so bad!" Rufeng blinked her big eyes, obviously very curious about this man who she felt so close to for no apparent reason.

"It's okay. My brain seems to have been injured. I have forgotten everything that happened before. So when I think of something, I suddenly feel severe pain. I'm used to it now."

"So you don't know your own life experience either." Rufeng looked at Lingfeng with some pity, "You and I are actually similar. You don't remember your past, but I have no past at all. I don't even know who my father is. Sigh..."

Hearing Rufeng's sigh, Ling Feng felt a pain in his heart.

He gently pinched Rufeng's little nose and said softly, "You are so young, don't sigh all the time."

"Come to think of it, you two really look alike!"

At this moment, Lin Mu couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Brother Shui Han, the power of you and this little girl is too powerful. It doesn't seem like the power of this world at all! Are you her biological father?"

How could someone who doesn't even have any cultivation base be able to easily kill a powerful ancestral realm master in seconds?

Is this still a human being?

"Forehead……"

Ling Feng was stunned at first, then he turned around to look at Ru Feng and said with a smile: "I don't mind having such a lovely daughter!"

"Pooh!"

Rufeng rolled his eyes at Lingfeng, "You big buffalo, you still want to be my father? You're dreaming! At least I know who my mother is, but you've forgotten who you are. So, you should call me Sister Rufeng!"

What is the logic?

Ling Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still nodded, "Then I will call you Sister Xiaofeng!"

"That's about right!"

Rufeng nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will reluctantly accept you as my little brother!"

  The corners of the mouths of the other people twitched. Is this how the seniority of these two people is determined?

"It's not a good place to stay for long..."

Ling Feng immediately informed everyone in Luo Hanzhou of his and Duan Lingtian's plan.

Luo Hanzhou immediately nodded in agreement, "Brother Shuihan's suggestion is very good. We cultivators from various domains who are unwilling to consume the fruit should unite together to fight against those cultivators who have already gone crazy in order to compete for the fruit."

Davila and Du Fei'er are naturally on the same side as Luo Hanzhou.

Biluo Shengji and others also nodded in agreement.

It’s a pity that in the Dongling Immortal Pond, the other disciples have already left.

Even the sect's saint son Shi Haoxuan was unable to stick to his original intention.

"Then please follow me back to the camp. I will lead the way!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath and looked back in the direction of Lei Wensheng.

"Don't worry, I'll carry it."

Lin Mu patted his chest and said, "After all, he is my future brother-in-law!"

Biluo Shengji glared at Lin Mu but said nothing more.

After experiencing this incident, it seems that Biluo Shengji finally recognized Lei Wensheng, this rough man.

It's a pity that Lei Wensheng had already fainted, otherwise, who knows how happy he would be.

"Be gentle so as not to touch the wound."

Ling Feng nodded, gave a few more instructions, and then led the group to the camp over there in the tree hole.

……

About half an hour later.

Ling Feng finally returned to the camp and found that many unfamiliar faces had gathered in the tree hole.

It seems that Duan Lingtian's progress is also going smoothly.

Not long after Ling Feng and his companions arrived at the camp, Duan Lingtian returned with another group of people.

But this time, Duan Lingtian was carried back by someone and seemed to have been seriously injured.

The person who carried him back was a tall and sturdy young man.

His stature was even taller than Ling Feng, reaching over two meters.

It was none other than Jiang Xiaofan.

"Brother Duan, how did you get hurt?"

Ling Feng looked concerned and hurried forward to check the situation.

"Don't worry, your brother is fine."

The person who spoke was Yunfu.

One of the last Ten Blades, now he is the Left Lieutenant General of the Howling Wind Battalion.

Duan Lingtian was carefully put down by Jiang Xiaofan, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "After all, my strength is not enough. If it weren't for the help of this brother Jiang Xiaofan, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back this time."

"Jiang Xiaofan..."

Ling Feng blinked his eyes. "Are you Jiang Xiaofan, the one who almost tore the sky apart with one punch a few nights ago?"

Jiang Xiaofan scratched the back of his head, nodded and smiled: "I am Jiang Xiaofan, nice to meet you."

"So you are, Li Bufan?"

Ling Feng looked at the man who was standing next to Jiang Xiaofan, holding a long sword and looking relatively taciturn.

"it's me."

Li Bufan didn't seem surprised. After all, the name of the Sword God was not only resounding throughout the Zhongyuan Domain.

It is not surprising that cultivators from other major domains know about himself.

"You must be the brother Shui Han that Brother Duan mentioned. I am the Left Lieutenant General of Xiaofeng Camp, Yunfu."

Yunfu was relatively enthusiastic. He laughed and said, "Brother Shuihan was able to come up with a plan to unite those cultivators who are unwilling to swallow the fruit. I admire you very much!"

"Brother Yunfu, you are too kind!"

"No, no, I think everyone should have discovered that since a few days ago, the sacred tree will not bear fruit on its own. If you want to get the fruit, you must irrigate it with the blood of living people. Therefore, we cultivators who have never swallowed the fruit and have no cultivation will inevitably become the target of those who fight for the fruit. Moreover, the later it gets, the fewer fruits there are. As they kill each other, only many strong people who have swallowed fifty or even more fruits will be born.

"When that time comes, even Xiaofan and the others may not be able to defeat these people easily. But if we unite together, even though we don't have the power of cultivation, we can use formations and tactics to defeat these people one by one. It won't take long before we gather a hundred heads. It shouldn't be difficult."

"One hundred, I'm afraid that's not enough?"

Ling Feng said in a deep voice: "I want everyone to leave here together!"

"I understand your idea, but we don't have to follow the instructions of those immortals completely."

Yun Fu took a deep breath and continued, "Once Xiao Fan and the other powerful masters reach the top, they will surely meet those immortals. At that time, they will know their true purpose."

"This sacred tree is full of weirdness. I'm afraid these immortals are not good people either." Jiang Xiaofan snorted coldly.

"Therefore!"

Yun Fu said in a deep voice: "When we fought against the Evil Bone Demon Lord, a fairy from the Immortal Realm came to help. According to her, it seems that they are bound by the rules of this world. Even the immortals from the Immortal Realm will be greatly restricted when they arrive in the lower world and cannot exert too strong strength. Therefore, Xiaofan and the others' combined strength may not be able to shake these so-called immortals!"

"Then count me in!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, "Perhaps it is really as the high priest said, this is something I cannot escape, it is the destiny of cause and effect."

Including the cultivators who had previously besieged Rufeng and his group and the cultivators who died at the hands of Ling Feng, the total number of fruits swallowed should have exceeded fifty.

Only half of the goal is left, Ling Feng, and he can obtain the so-called "qualification for ascending to immortality". (End of this chapter)