Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1106
The road to heaven, as if made of white jade, has now been covered with a layer of cruel blood along with the battles.

Just after the ice emperor said coldly.

Not far away, there was a black-haired old man in a blood-clothed man. His hands were filled with blood, and he heard screams one after another.

Following that, several Zibing Dynasty strongmen were torn in half, and the blood merged into his body, making a sound as if enjoying themselves.

A passing saint shook his head: "Blood Demon Palm Zheng Lang is a saint of the Blood Demon Sect under the imperial dynasty. He is extremely cruel and can forcibly transform blood into power. This Zibing Dynasty is going to be in trouble."

At this time.

Lu Feng took a step forward. At this time, he was already standing on the 690th step of ascending the sky, and suddenly a slightly familiar voice came from his ears.

Frowning, his eyes immediately turned to see that the screaming person was a young quasi-sage, and Lu Feng had met once in Yuexia Lake.

And the few people over there were being chased and killed by a ferocious saint at the moment, and they saw a person being torn to pieces by a pair of hawk-like palms in an instant.

This method of killing can be said to be extremely cruel and perverted.

"Blood Demon Sect"

Lu Feng recognized from the mark on the blood-clothed old man that he belonged to the Blood Demon Sect, one of the most brutal sects under the imperial dynasty.

"Hey, even though it is only a quasi-sage, it can also be regarded as holy blood, so let me enjoy it."

Zheng Lang looked at the few people in front of him like a cat playing with a mouse, and immediately licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, which made people feel extremely abnormal at a glance.

The exercises he practiced are extremely vicious, and if he can absorb enough holy blood, he can go farther on the road to the holy land.

Now is the best chance.

Those few people trembled in fear. It was as difficult as climbing to the sky to escape in front of a saint. They were not monsters like Lu Feng, and the pressure on the road to the sky made them move extremely slowly.

One of them said with chattering teeth: "Zheng Lang, my Dynasty Ice Emperor is just under Dengtian Road, if you dare to kill us, you will definitely not let you go!"

Hearing this, Zheng Lang laughed loudly: "What is the Ice Emperor, he can't protect you from this supreme god."

"escape!"

Several people let out a miserable roar.

"die!"

With blood-colored silk thread wrapped around his palm, Zheng Lang evoked a strange smile, the huge blood palm covered the sky and the sun, and when he flipped his hand, the Sanctuary of the Blood Sea appeared, and grabbed it directly in front of him.

Zheng Lang is not weak in the lower holy realm, at least he is comparable to the third saint Jiang Binglian, and one of them was immediately lifted into the blood palm.

boom!
The huge blood palm burst open suddenly, and a figure flashed like lightning in the splashing blood mist, staring at Zheng Lang indifferently.

"Lu Feng?"

Those people looked at Lu Feng who suddenly appeared in front of them, they were slightly startled at first, and then showed ecstasy.

"Leave him to me to solve it, and you continue to climb the road to heaven."

Lu Feng nodded. Although these people had some gaps with him, he was not the kind of small-hearted person, and he would naturally lend a helping hand to the people of Zibing Dynasty if they could help.

Those people nodded heavily, their expressions extremely complicated.

Unexpectedly, the one who came to rescue them today would be this Lu Feng who was not pleasing to the eye no matter what they looked at before, and one of them couldn't help but feel ashamed when thinking about the incident at the lake under the moon.

"Lu Feng."

Looking at the proudly standing figure, Zheng Lang's face turned serious, not daring to underestimate him.

"It seems that you are looking for death in a hurry."

There was a ferocious color in Lu Feng's smile.

"I'll attract you after killing a few trash. Today, I, Zheng Lang, want to see how capable the legendary Lu Feng is."

Zheng Lang said casually, his figure suddenly rushed in front of Lu Feng, and five bloody lights engulfed Lu Feng like blood snakes.

Lu Feng's expression was indifferent, he didn't flicker, his punch shrouded in light, and smashed the five blood snakes directly.

The moment the blood light spread, Zheng Lang's figure disappeared instantly.

"Haha, I'm not that stupid yet."

Zheng Lang laughed loudly, let the emperors and sons deal with this evil star.

"It's not stupid, but it's a pity it's useless."

Every saint is the top power for every force, under such a good opportunity, how can Lu Feng let Zheng Lang go.

Spirit is the bow, nature is the arrow.

Lu Feng pulled the bowstring like lightning, and with the appearance of the full moon, a huge arrow of good fortune pierced the sky, only to see the vast wave of holy power roaring out.

The six months of retreat had made Lu Feng reach a certain limit in terms of spiritual strength and martial arts, and the shooting of that arrow was even more terrifying than in Ziyuanhai.

"Oops!"

The fluctuation brought about by that arrow made Zheng Lang feel extremely threatened.

On the way to the sky, even he was suppressed by speed.

If you were afraid of fighting, the end would undoubtedly be extremely miserable, but with a stern shout, the monstrous sea of ​​blood turned into a wall of blood, and took the initiative to meet Lu Feng.

A series of beams of light exploded from the bloody wall, and unparalleled shock waves raged. Even some quasi-sages felt temporarily deaf with that piercing sonic boom.

No matter how strong Zheng Lang was, he was no match for Bingxuanyuan, and even the latter was unable to withstand the strength of this arrow, and the blood wall burst open immediately.

A figure in embarrassment rolled around on the ground a few times, and a mouthful of blood spattered wildly on the jade-like road to the sky.

With just one blow, Zheng Lang was seriously injured and retreated.

The most outstanding son of Emperor Mu Xing's dynasty is no more than that.

"retreat!"

There is only one word 'escape' lingering in Zheng Lang's mind, which is to turn into a streak of blood in the blink of an eye and rush to a higher road to heaven in a hurry.

The scorching light rolled up, and the nine suns under Lu Feng's feet turned into nine torrents, as if piercing through the void, appearing in front of Zheng Lang like lightning, and slashing with his palm, the air was blasted away Come.

The sharp breath made Zheng Lang's pupils shrink sharply. He had never seen such a terrifying quasi-sage before, and immediately pushed away the bloody light from his palms.

hum!
The low and muffled sound resounded again, and the streaks of blood were scattered under Lu Feng's shocking palm, cutting on Zheng Lang's body like a blade.

The hideous scar on his chest that almost split his body in half made Zheng Lang lose his voice in shock. Facing such a powerful opponent, he also lost any temper.

However, the fear had just begun, and just as he retreated a hundred steps, a figure approached in an instant at a speed that was almost moving. With a movement of his palm in the air, five solid handprints of good fortune were slapped in a fierce manner.

When Zheng Lang saw this scene, his face was almost bloodless with shock, and a huge holy image of a sea of ​​blood emerged from behind.

And around him, the majestic blood mist exploded, using the blood escape technique to quickly roll down the road to heaven.

Lu Feng frowned slightly, and the moment he slapped the palm of his hand, the holy image of the sea of ​​blood turned into bloody light in an instant.

"Yuan Magnetic Peak!"

Lu Feng's eyes flickered fiercely, letting him escape so easily, wouldn't it be that the previous tricks were not in vain.

The power of the holy way of good fortune pushed the huge Yuan magnetic peak to fall at an astonishing speed, and the space was solidified by this terrifying force, and it fell down suddenly.

boom!
Even though Zheng Lang released the defensive treasure, he was crushed to pieces in an instant under the heavenly holy object Yuan Cifeng, and his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The moment a gust of wind hit and the blood mist was blown away, a holy soul flickering with blood ran away in horror.

"die!"

Lu Feng was expressionless, and his palms seemed to be piercing through the void, directly erasing the sanity of that holy soul from a long distance, turning it into a bloody holy source.

(End of this chapter)