Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1261 A Drop of Holy Blood
Lu Feng stepped forward, slowly stepping on the infinitely wonderful Vientiane chessboard. Every longitude and latitude that divides the world has a hidden truth, and the different choices of each road will lead to different places.

Just like the perception of the holy way, if there is a slight mistake, it will be lost forever.

Compared to others who were cautious, Lu Feng seemed much calmer.

He let go of his body and mind, and in the midst of this fierce and exciting battle, he was actually feeling the power here.

And this scene also made the corners of many people's mouths twitch.

The huge ancient bronze temple is filled with a long-lasting atmosphere, and it is horizontal on one of the longitude and latitude lines, and it also blocks Lu Feng's path.

After pausing for a few breaths, Lu Feng pushed open the bronze door. Although he felt some unusual aura, he still chose to go forward and pass through here.

Inside the main hall, it was extremely dim, and there were many slightly hideous murals carved on it. The swaying candlelight made people feel a sense of dread.

"Here comes another person. It's really sad. They have survived until now, but they are going to be defeated by our brothers. We have all the formation restrictions here under our control."

The two figures were like ghosts under the dim light, looking extremely strange, and two piercing laughter came out at the same time.

Their pupils glowed with a faint green light, and the breath-taking aura gradually spread, as if they had come to the ghost domain.

Lu Feng paused, and looked at the two saints like ghosts with torch-like eyes. Although, as they said, the opportunity was controlled, he still calmly said: "If my guess is right, you two should You are from Ghost City, and you are the tenth-ranked Yinzuo Saint Master."

"I have seen it, I heard that you have killed many of my ghosts in the dusk land, and even the ghosts and ghosts died at your hands. Today, I will let you leave this Wanxiang chessboard with Hun Youtian , completely cut your mind."

Gui Tongtian grinned, his voice was strange and miserable.

36 Among the Yinzuo saints, if you say that the person you least want to face is Gui Tongtian and Hun Youtian.

Hu Youtian next to him said sadly: "I know you are very strong, if you fight alone, no one will have confidence, and if we join forces, you have no chance of winning!"

Although the two of them are the Ginzuo Saint Masters who have only become famous in the past few hundred years, they are proficient in the art of teaming up, and the inscription patterns of Ghost City have always been weird.

"Then I can only send the two of you two ways out of the Vientiane chessboard."

Hearing this, Lu Feng just laughed it off, he never regarded Ghost Tongtian and Hun Youtian as formidable opponents, they were just two small stumbling blocks on his way to compete for the golden seat.

"It's really arrogant. This Lu Feng clearly looks down on us ghosts."

Gui Tongtian's face was as cold as ever, and one hundred and eight corpses wrapped in black cloth suddenly flew out from his storage ring, forming a powerful formation under the perfect arrangement.

These refined corpses are all eyes, occupied by evil moods of death, destruction, and coldness.

And Hun Youtian also waved away, flying out a hundred and eight white ghost shadows, the power emitted was similar to that of Ghost Tongtian.

The fusion of the two forces is even more difficult than the previous Ten-Fang Tianhai Formation from a certain point of view.

Most of them have figured out the restrictions in the giant bronze hall, and traces of inscription patterns appeared, appearing in eight directions, and there are eight beams of light that are constantly changing, condensing into eight brilliant bronze portals.

The eight directions are all guarded by the eight portals, and the beams of light are swallowed up, and the powerful force can annihilate everything.

This is the most powerful formation in the Bronze Hall, and it is now controlled by Gui Tongtian and Hun Youtian.

On the Zijin Palace seat, Kong Xuanzi patted the armrest with a smile, as if regretting, and said: "It's a pity, Guitongtian and Guitongtian are already powerful together, and they have controlled the Eight Sacred Sect Formation. This Lu Feng may have to be eliminated." gone."

Master Mingzhu looked at Kong Xuanzi coldly, and said: "It's not the end, it's too early to make a conclusion."

There was a loud bang, and under the attention of countless people, Hun Youtian's pale fingers tapped the formation, and hundreds of dark thunderbolts squirming with evil aura squirmed, and all of them shot at Lu Feng in an instant.

This kind of thunder does not seem to have a strong attack power, but it is actually filled with a weak force that can melt the holy source and interfere with the holy soul.

But Guitongtian smiled gloomily, and an air mass condensed by corpse energy became even more unpredictable through the blessing of the formation.

At the same time, beams of light from the controlled eight portals shuttled in.

Faced with this fierce offensive, Lu Feng's eyes swept around, his handprints changed, and bronze threads flew across the ancient temple.

"It's useless, the most powerful formation is the eight gates."

With a smile, the huge advantage made Gui Tongtian extremely confident, and the corpse aura shrouded Lu Feng's body, which was designed to wear down the energy and blood of a saint.

Lu Feng's face was a little dignified. The formation he induced was not as good as these eight sects. If it goes on for a long time, it will be extremely disadvantageous for him.

The beams of light emitted by the eight portals became more and more fierce, and could obliterate everything and return everything to nothingness.

"This Lu Feng was defeated by us, and he deserved it." Hun Youtian said, but the attack became more and more ferocious.

"is it?"

Within the corpse aura, a bright golden-red light seemed to penetrate the ancient bronze temple, and the surging energy and blood surged out like a tidal wave, and those corpse aura and dark thunder were burned in an instant.

"How can your blood power be so strong!"

Gui Tongtian and Hun Youtian were both startled and gasped.

The people in Guidu are extremely sensitive to the powerful physical body, and the cold air in both of them weakened rapidly under the radiance of this energy and blood.

"I don't need to explain this to you."

The surging radiance spread, and the dim ancient bronze temple was instantly illuminated.

Lu Feng stretched out a finger, and amidst the ripples of power, a drop of golden red blood was squeezed out, and a purple qi swimming like a small dragon could be faintly seen in it.

Everything is contained, the drop of blood is ever-changing, and there are many visions, as if there is a piece of heaven and earth contained in it.

"This drop of holy blood!?"

Shocked and frightened, they had never seen such a powerful holy blood, like a burning sun, the wave of destructive heat spread.

He and Hun Youtian are from the capital of ghosts, and they practiced dark and evil exercises, so they are most afraid of this kind of powerful and yang power.

The power of a saint penetrates the heavens and the earth, and the previous few realms are just going against the sky, but the power to reach the holy realm is really going against the sky.

Just like the ancient sage, the dantian contains a small world, and his will is like Tianwei in the small world.

And this is not a simple holy blood, but the essence of Lu Feng's highly condensed spirit.

With his current strength, he can only squeeze out a dozen drops.

"boom!"

With a light flick of Lu Feng's fingertips, the void was shattered layer by layer. The power of the holy blood represented his will, blasting the formation of the two with a domineering force.

The blood of the holy land, a drop of blood has unpredictable power, and can chase stars and moons.

And Lu Feng's holy blood is enough to suppress the sun and the moon.

(End of this chapter)