martial arts mythology system

Chapter 417
Horror, chaos, evil.

Madness, depravity, tyranny.

Mixed malice emanated from Baili Xinhong's body in the sky. The innate talent who was originally supernatural and not like a guest in the world, was completely deranged and mad.

The breath that is constantly emitting affects the entire territory of the Wumeng. Countless ordinary civilians are huddled in the lodging houses, waiting for the trial of fate.

In this world where mythical force dominates the world, if there is no strength, there is no right to be independent...not even...the right to shout for oneself.

"This time the problem is big..."

Han Feng looked at Baili Xinhong who was out of control on the sky, and felt chills in his heart.

With the innate Baili Xinhong sitting in charge and leading Jianmu's ancient divine power, even three innates of the same level may not be able to defeat it. This is why Han Feng dared to stay in the Wumeng.

But now that it is congenitally out of control, the entire Martial Arts League has lost its giant pillar, and Jianmu, who is not led by anyone, cannot exert its power, nor can it protect the millions of survivors of the Seven Kingdoms here...

And what happens next is...already obvious.

"what!!!"

Baili Xinhong screamed loudly in the sky, and the pain that could not be concealed in his voice was frightening... Innate is already a fairy existence that comprehends the sympathy between heaven and man, but now it has been reduced to such a state...

The warriors present did not even dare to imagine.

At the same time, a mist of evil thoughts grew in the hundreds of miles under the protection of Jianmu, and waves of Zombie Demons gathered and began to march towards the Wumeng garrison.

The sky seems to be suddenly shorter, and the black man is inexplicably stressed.

The huge clouds exuded an ominous atmosphere, gathered together, only a little light was revealed from the crack-like gap.

On the clouds, there was a faint murmur of a strange man.

The warriors of the Wumeng started to move urgently. Some members of the Presbyterian Church rose to the sky to stop the crazy Baili Xinhong, while the other began to command the warrior army to evacuate the people and prepare for the battle.

Han Feng and his party stood on the root system of Jianmu. They were in a high position and could see farther.

Han Feng was a little puzzled...how could he be like a pupil of the god of death, big things happened wherever he went...and the intensity was getting bigger and bigger every time...

But... the matter is critical, and there is no room for further consideration.

While thinking about how to arouse Xiao Jiling's sword heart, Han Feng thought about how to run away.

Just kidding, at least he is an innate leading the attack, and he is also a scheming innate who plays around with Baili Xinhong, a mortal innate.

I don't want to run away quickly, maybe I will be reimbursed here.

Although I am also the leader of a cult, but the so-called colleagues are enemies, if I really use this identity to be honest with others, I might be sacrificed by blood.

Han Feng was still thinking about it, and Xiao Jiling who was beside him had already stood up.

Looking into the chaotic Wumeng, he wanted to rush over.

Han Feng dodged to block him.

"Master Xiao, where are you going?"

Xiao Jiling's expression looked particularly dejected, but there was a faint fire in his eyes.

"I have to go...to protect the [Qionglong Sword Sect]'s fellow sect...that is...the master's entrustment..."

Now Xiao Jiling is like a puppet driven by some kind of power, mechanical but extremely firm.

Han Feng shook his head:
"Brother Xiao, with your current state, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to join the battle."

What Han Feng said was correct. On the one hand, blocking Xiao Jiling was because he didn't want his mission target to be killed and the mission would fail. On the other hand... Xiao Jiling, who was beaten up by him just now, was in really bad physical condition.

But Xiao Jiling couldn't control these anymore, raised his head, looked at Han Feng, and said slowly:
"I have to go...that's me, the only remaining meaning of living..."

Staring into Xiao Jiling's eyes, Han Feng fell silent.

The Xiao Jiling at this moment is different from the loss and cowardice when he was questioned and beaten by himself just now... His eyes are now brewing a storm that is about to tear the sky, and it is a brewing magnificence at the bottom of a calm sea.

It's... the determination to die.

Han Feng stepped aside.

"Thank you."

Xiao Jiling left two words and staggered away, leaving traces of blood drops along the way.

"Aren't you going to keep him?"

Wei Qingqing looked at Xiao Jiling's back and asked.

Han Feng was silent for a moment, then looked towards the direction Xiao Jiling left.

"No."

Han Feng can wake up a coward with his fist, but... he can't stop a person from dying generously.

Look at Ning Wangping and the others.

"Hurry up and meet Mr. Xue at the place where I will stop the attack of Netherland!"

After speaking, Han Feng and Wei Qingqing disappeared in place.

The three of Ning Wangping looked at each other, and then ran towards Xue Jinxu's original location at high speed.

Of course, Han Feng didn't want to block the attack of the underworld... Of course he knows how much he has, and relying on Wei Qingqing's transcendent force, he can only say that he can protect himself in this battlefield that is about to explode.

It is far from enough to face the offensive of the underworld with a rank one as the general and an unknown innate number.

Xiao Jiling wholeheartedly protects the disciples, and I am afraid that he will eventually face the main force of the underworld. If he wants to get his sword heart back, he will also be in danger at that time... A gentleman can't stand under a dangerous wall, so he has no choice but to give up this task. 36 tricks are the best counted.

He called Dongfang Bubai and Mei Niansheng, put Nan Ke into his arms, and the four of them fled towards the southeast with a cat.

My goal has always been to go to the East Wulin to suppress the North Prison Xiaoke. Although the people in the Seven Kingdoms Remains are indeed pitiful, this is indeed something that I can't control... Han Feng tried his best to convince himself.

Inspired by the "Emperor's Hope Technique", Han Feng and his party avoided several waves of Netherland troops including zombies, villains, demons, etc., and fled all the way.

The speed is so fast, a hundred miles in a blink of an eye.

But just as the group of people rushed to the edge of the battlefield, an illusory barrier formed by a gray mist blocked their eyes.

On the ground, a copper pile carved with fine runes was used as the foundation of the formation to maintain the operation of the formation.

Netherland has obviously been preparing for tonight's attack for a long time.

Wei Qingqing put her hand on the hilt of the knife and was about to draw the sword. Han Feng looked behind the barrier with a thought.

Afterwards, the earth trembled, and hundreds of Netherland warriors walked out from behind the formation, surrounded by two ten-foot-tall black monsters.

On top of one of the monsters, a warrior in red armor holds a spear and wears a mask.

Looking at Han Feng and the others, he smiled coldly:
"Your Majesty [Ming Zong] did not make a mistake in his calculations. Sure enough, someone from the Martial League broke out from the opposite direction."

As he said that, the handsome Huang Quanming swung his spear in his hand and pointed it at Han Feng.

"Hey! That kid, you guys are the warriors of the Martial League who want to go to the country of Moco for help! I will tell you today! It's too late. After tonight, the Martial League will cease to exist!!"

Han Feng looked at the man above the monster's head with a complicated expression.

Not a fart! !

Just hit and plant some ambushes! ?
What to pretend is three steps! ?

I just want to escape! !
(End of this chapter)