Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 701 Dionysus Curse! (4 more)
With Murong Wu's appeal in Tiansheng Empire, as soon as he spoke, many geniuses and powerhouses in Tiansheng Empire stood up and stood beside Murong Wu.

Follow such a strong man, maybe he eats meat, and others can mix some soup to drink.

Similarly, Feng Yan, Nan Gongyu, Yan Jinghong and others also stood up one after another. Such an ancient magic circle is certainly unbreakable, but after tens of thousands of years, there must be some weaknesses. As long as everyone gathers their strength , with a combined attack, there is still the possibility of breaking through the magic circle.

On the other hand, Shen Lang from the Dragon Empire that day, stood aside drinking very low-key from the beginning to the end, but the sword in his sleeve slipped quietly from his palm, and he was ready to strike at any time.

"Brother Ling, I will try to attack with the Prisoner Finger later, and you will use the most destructive moves to attack the same position." Feng Yan looked back at Ling Feng and said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Ling Feng nodded slightly, originally he also meant to join forces with Feng Yan.

But the fat man muttered for a while, "What, Young Master Feng, you think too highly of this kid, right? His level of cultivation is simply better than nothing!"

Indeed, because of the Forging Qi Hunyuan Lock, Ling Feng usually looks as if he only has about fifty veins, which is nothing special at all, and belongs to the lowest level of all entering the battlefield of gods and demons.

However, Feng Yan seemed to have always been extra polite to this kid, which made him a little confused.

"Is it because I overestimate Brother Ling, or you underestimate Brother Ling." Feng Yan smiled faintly, and gave Ling Feng a meaningful look.

That day, they encountered a monster with a half-step demon king's cultivation in the wilderness of bones. Although Feng Yan killed it with a single finger, Feng Yan noticed it. severe damage.

Originally, he suspected that it was Yan Jinghong who said it, but later he also discovered that Yan Jinghong's power was of the frost attribute, which was completely opposite to the power that severely injured the half-step demon king.

Reminiscing that Ling Feng didn't seem to be so flustered when facing Yan Jinghong, this made him start to suspect that Ling Feng was the guy who severely injured the half-step demon king.

Moreover, the fire-attribute true energy in his body is very similar to the breath left on the half-step demon king's wound.

Adding up all these coincidences, he was already seventy-eight percent sure that Ling Feng was that mysterious master!
Perhaps this kind of strength is nothing in front of him, but you must know that Ling Feng is only at the Pulse Condensation Realm!

If he was promoted to the Divine Origin Realm, how strong would he be?
Seeing Feng Yan's eyes, Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose with some guilt, and took out his own Shi Fang Ju Mi, ready to assist Feng Yan's attack.

"Diamond Spear Break!"

boom!
A loud noise erupted, and Murong Wu was already brandishing the long spear in his hand, striking out with one move, and slamming fiercely at the ancient formation that surrounded the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

Unfortunately, the enchantment barrier only trembled slightly, and there was no damage.

"Attack at one point!"

Murong Wu yelled violently, and then, those geniuses behind him all showed their housekeeping skills, aimed at the place Murong Wu attacked just now, and attacked fiercely.

It's a pity that the movement they made was far less exaggerated than Murong Wu's. Hitting the barrier was basically like an egg hitting a rock, and it didn't hurt at all.

"Frost pierces through!"

Yan Jinghong directly opened the Ice Emperor's Domain, and his Yuan force condensed into an indestructible frost. With a wave of his big hand, countless icicles shot straight at one point, shooting out like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

Boom boom boom! ! !
Following a series of explosions, the barrier barrier trembled again under the impenetrable attack, even more violently than Murong Wu's move just now.

"Could it be a weakness!"

Murong Wu's eyelids twitched, and with a sweep of his spear, he soared into the sky, with golden light shining all over his body, like a god of war descending to earth.

"Diamond Spear Break!"

Another shot hit the position that Yan Jinghong attacked just now, the barrier of the realm trembled violently, but unfortunately, it still had no effect.

"Bacchanal curse! Drink hatred!"

Shen Lang also finally showed his true skills, blasted out with a sword, and the gorgeous and dazzling rays of light gathered into the appearance of a wine fairy holding a jug, lying down drunk, heavily pressed on the barrier It also caused a violent fluctuation.

"Damn, Dionysus Curse!"

Immediately, a knowledgeable person recognized the origin of Shen Lang's move, and exclaimed: "I once heard from the seniors in the family that there was a legend in ancient times that there was a sect called the Xianxia School, and there was a great Those who are capable, use wine to enter the Tao, and create their own Dionysian sword. This Dionysian curse is the sword move created by the Almighty, and when combined with the Dionysian sword, its power is infinite."

"Damn it, this guy's luck is so unbelievable, he actually got a sword inheritance!"

"Damn, someone else's chance!"

However, the voice of discussion quickly subsided, Murong Wu, Feng Yan, Yan Jinghong, and Nan Gongyu's inheritance, which one would be worse than Dionysus Sword Art.

"Bacchus swordsmanship." Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose and thought to himself: It's a pity that although this Shen Lang can't leave his body with wine, he doesn't have the ultimate enthusiasm for wine.It was obvious that he was forcing himself to drink alcohol for the sake of practicing swordsmanship, so his Dionysian spell didn't seem to be able to round out his mind, nor could it be used to the fullest.

If it was my cheap master Duanmu Qingshan, this guy is really a drunkard, this kind of swordsmanship is more suitable for him to practice.

At this moment, Feng Yan raised two fingers together, gathered his fingers secretly, and asked Fatty Huang at the same time: "Fatty, can you use your dragon-seeking pan to see where is the weak link?"

"Well..." Fatty Huang sweated slightly on his forehead, "I'll give it a try."

As he said that, Fatty Huang really started to mutter something. After a long while, he pointed to a general area on the left, and said with some guilt: "It's probably here, hehe, it should be right."

Feng Yan rolled his eyes, and was about to find a place to attack in that area, but was stopped by Ling Feng raising his hand.

"Brother Feng, your Sky Prisoner Finger, but the more concentrated it is, the more powerful it will be."

"It's natural." Feng Yan was taken aback, then looked up at Ling Feng, "Brother Ling, what do you mean?"

"Then, compress your attack target by ten times, and only attack the position about three feet above the beam on the left side. This is probably a position with weak defenses." Ling Feng said lightly.

No one noticed that when Ling Feng was observing the ancient magic circle just now, the heavenly dao and divine lines in his right eye quietly condensed, and after a short while, they quietly dispersed again.

"Cut, who are you fooled by, you can actually get the position to a point? I don't believe it!"

Fatty Huang snorted softly, "With my dragon-hunting technique, I can only roughly determine the position, so why don't you make more trouble?"

"I'm just giving a suggestion. As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to Brother Feng to decide." Ling Feng shrugged. He just thought that Feng Yan's character was not bad, so he gave him a little advice and asked him to retain some energy for a while. When competing for cheats, you won't lose your energy.

Feng Yan squinted his eyes and took a look at Ling Feng, then laughed loudly: "Friends are more expensive than a letter. Brother Ling, I believe you!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Yan condensed his finger, and the prisoner's finger shot out, blasting straight at the position Ling Feng pointed to just now.

(End of this chapter)