Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 276 Yin Lei Sanren 【Fourth】

Purple light diffused across this barren mountain, and a strange grass like amethyst grew on the ground.

Not to be outdone, Xiaohu twisted its body to absorb this extreme force.

The extreme power is so strong that Xiaohu's realm can be restored from the fifth level of Xuanfu to the seventh level of Xuanfu in an instant.

This kind of absorption lasted for about half an hour before the purple light slowly receded.

This area gradually returned to calm, and the figure of the young man with purple light on his body also jumped down from the mountain peak.

"The strength reaches a sky dragon."

A fist shadow of white light suddenly tore through the air, and when the fist blasted out, it seemed that a heavenly dragon entrenched in the sky roared, blasting a rock tens of feet in the distance into powder.

This kind of power is difficult to possess even by the first six ranks of true martial arts.

"Spiritual power directly breaks through the first level, reaching level 44."

It must be known that Tang Yuan was only at the 45th level in the Tianwu Realm back then, and Lu Feng had reached this level in the Xuanfu Realm, which is extremely terrifying.

Moreover, Lu Feng was surprised to find that his realm had reached the peak of the ninth level of Xuanfu, which was much stronger than before.

If now, he has enough confidence to kill Xie Pu after taking the blood god pill with one punch.

"The blessings of all the saints of the human race can be aroused, it seems that I have to re-evaluate your evildoer."

Xiaohu came over from the side and praised.

"Blessing of the saints?"

Lu Feng looked puzzled, he only knew that this was a rule.

"The so-called blessings of the saints are the rules laid down by the saints of your human race in every domain controlled by the human race with terrifying means. As long as you touch this rule, you can trigger it and bestow the blessings left by the saints." Xiao Hu The old gods are speaking.

"This method is simply appalling."

Lu Feng's expression turned serious.

A saint who lays down such rules is probably infinitely stronger than Star Emperor.

"When you reach the True Martial Realm and your mental power is fifty, you will receive the blessings of the saints."

Xiaohu patted Lu Feng.

"Fifty-level mental power, this is simply unimaginable in the real martial arts realm."

Lu Feng said in surprise.

In the previous life, he was at the ninth level of Zhenwu, and his spiritual power was only around the 48th level, so he was hailed as the best spiritual genius since ancient times.

However, this time he has enough confidence.

"Now at the ninth level of Xuanfu, it is not far from the real martial arts realm."

Immediately, Lu Feng's face became more confident, and he clenched his hands tightly.

True Martial Realm can only be regarded as the entry into the room on the road to the strongest martial arts, and only Tianwu can be regarded as a powerful party.

"Leaving for five days, I don't know how the mission of the evil god will be. It's time to go back."

As soon as Lu Feng lifted the little tiger, it turned into a streak of light and swept across the void.

At the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Xuanfu, his speed was even more frightening, and he was a hundred meters away in an instant. .
Hanging in the setting sun, the burning clouds dominate the void.

The majestic and huge Jiujiang City is still a hundred miles away from Lu Feng, and it can be reached in just a few minutes.

Suddenly, there was an unusual aura in the air, bleak and chilling.

In this case, Lu Feng's speed slowed down a bit.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth went dark, the breath froze suddenly, and a dark thunder light rushed towards Lu Feng without warning.

That thunder light, extremely turbulent, was transformed by true essence.

Looking at the big hand that turned into thunder, Lu Feng snorted coldly, and an incomparably powerful wind tore out, shaking it hard.

The two collided and disappeared in an instant.

"I have some skills, I didn't expect to be able to deal with the old man's thunder hand, but today you will definitely die."

A cold and terrifying voice like howling from a ghost came from somewhere, carrying a kind of fear.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Lu Feng slammed his palm casually, and a black-clothed figure appeared a few hundred meters in front of him along with the air waves.

This person has an old face, a few thin white hairs on his scalp, and his hands are as dry as chicken feet.

"The other two will come out together."

With Lu Feng's current mental strength, he has already found out that there are still two people hiding.

"Take out the essence and blood of the idol, and I will spare your life."

Those two were the young master of the Three Swords Sect and the skinny old man.

The young master of the Three Swords Gate was unwilling to fail, so he kept lurking in Jiujiang City and waited for an opportunity.

But five days ago, Lu Feng was too fast to catch him, so he lurked here and waited quietly.

I didn't expect that they were waiting for me.

"Yin Lei Sanren, as long as you kill this son, I only need that drop of blood of the god elephant in the Three Swords Sect, and all the treasures on that man belong to you."

The skinny old man said gloomyly.

This Yinlei Sanren is in the second level of Zhenwu, and he is the helper he invited.

As for stronger helpers, the skinny old man dared not invite them.

"no problem."

Yinlei Sanren laughed strangely.

"You guys are going to miscalculate, that drop of blood essence of the god elephant has long been swallowed and refined by me."

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression calm.

Hearing this, the skinny old man sneered and said, "That drop of divine elephant blood can be refined by you in the Profound Palace. Even the master of my Three Swords Sect has to be careful."

The skinny old man obviously didn't believe Lu Feng's words, as long as he regained his blood essence and allowed the sect master to break through Tianwu, then his Three Swords sect would become a master in the land of chaos.

"It's better to kill that kid than to waste so much talking."

Yinlei Sanren's eyes were cold and cold, and he slapped out his palms, and more than a dozen Yinlei palm prints blasted away.

This coldness carries a strong evil spirit, if it is hit, it will destroy the spirit and soul.

Facing the Yinlei Sanren of the second level of Zhenwu, Lu Feng looked fearless, slowly raised his arm, and a dazzling white light rose up, and took the initiative to meet the Yinlei palm print.

Bang!
The low muffled sound raged, forming a violent shock wave.

A white fist swept away, and the power of the heavenly dragon burst out violently, blasting away the palm prints.

"The second level of Zhenwu is really powerful."

A white light flowed in the palm like a silk thread, driving away the power of the thunder.

At the same time, he stared solemnly at Yin Lei Sanren.

"Young master, just watch, wait until the old slave captures and kills that boy!"

The skinny old man came roaring, and a gray light beam was extremely fierce, penetrating towards Lu Feng's head.

Faced with this person's attack, Lu Feng sneered, his fists were slowly clenched, and he collided hard.

The terrifying power instantly tore apart the beam of light, and the fist edge rippled out, grazing directly towards the skinny old man.

"Withered handprint!"

Although the skinny old man's realm is low, his combat experience is extremely rich, and his hands quickly formed complicated seal formulas, and a spiritual seal like a leaf fluttered down.

When the spirit seal fell, the surrounding profound energy seemed to be blocked, even Lu Feng felt that the profound energy in his body was not smooth.

This dry handprint should only be a heaven-level supernatural power, but the skinny old man spent a hundred years studying it, so it is naturally powerful.

"Then let's see if your dry hand seal is stronger, or my Kukai seal is stronger."

Lu Feng sneered, his hands formed seals like lightning, and a four-dimensional divine seal surrounded by five light patterns slowly appeared in the void.

Now at the peak of the ninth level of Lu Feng's Xuanfu, he can easily condense five lines of light.

The divine seal turned into a beam of light and passed by, almost in an instant, like a comet, it ruthlessly bombarded the spiritual seal.

boom!
Violent ripples moved all around in an instant, the dry handprint was nothing more than a heaven-level supernatural power, and the Kukai seal was at least in the middle rank of the Zun class.

In an instant, the withered handprint turned into a beam of light and shadow, and that beam of light quickly swept towards the skinny old man.

Looking at that beam of light, the skinny old man was powerless to dodge, and used his true energy to escape to offset the impact of the beam.

Even so, after Kukaiyin's round of impact, the skinny old man flew upside down, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

(End of this chapter)