Peerless Killing God

Chapter 279 Three years in a blink of an eye!

As soon as the law of death came out, hundreds of powerhouses including several half-step immortals all fell under one blow. The occurrence of this scene made many powerhouses far away terrified. It was too terrifying. I am afraid that even some immortals The powerhouses in the realm are not so powerful.

And because of the deterrence of this scene, some people who were greedy from a distance immediately put away their greed in their hearts, and they knew that the treasures in the palace had no destiny for them.

The figure floated in the void, and seeing the figure in the distance flickering away, Long Feng was not surprised. After casting the death formation, the law of death that condenses the death power of hundreds of people let alone these Holy Spirit Realm experts, even the real Immortal Realm experts. Anyone who wants to stay away.

"There are still three years..." Looking into the distance, Long Feng could only shake his head helplessly. Three years are not long, but they are also short. For him, time is what he lacks the most. .

"Thousands of curses to kill!" His eyes flashed, and Long Feng immediately sat back on the seat of the underworld. Since he still has to wait for three years, then this time cannot be wasted. The killing decision is made.

Time passed slowly, and Long Feng on the seat of the underworld was like a statue in samadhi. Because of the automatic operation of the death circle, although many strong people discovered this palace during the period, under the terrifying law of death , no one could resist at all, so Long Feng's cultivation was not disturbed.

As for Zhong Kui and others, they naturally took advantage of this rare opportunity to start cultivating. Three years later, it would definitely be the worst fight, and no one dared to say that they could survive.

Three years of quiet cultivation is just a blink of an eye for martial arts experts, and it is not uncommon for some people to retreat for hundreds of years.

For three years, Long Feng had been sitting on the seat of the ghost without moving, and his subordinates did not bother Long Feng to find a place to practice.

Although Long Feng's body has never moved, his aura is getting stronger and stronger. If three years ago he could only be regarded as just entering the initial stage of the Holy Spirit Realm, now he has reached the peak of the Holy Spirit Realm.

His strength is at least ten times stronger than before, and now he no longer needs to use martial arts to easily defeat the same peak of the Holy Spirit Realm.

"This Ten Thousand Cursed Killing Technique is indeed worthy of being a high-level heavenly technique. Three years have only allowed me to make some small achievements!" A pure gray energy flashed in his eyes, and Long Feng's mind gradually regained consciousness. come over.

Thousands of curses and kills are the housekeeping skills of Curse Mingjun. It is actually very rare for Long Feng to be able to cultivate to this level in three years. If Curse Mingjun is still alive, I am afraid he will be surprised. Three years Those who have practiced the Thousand Curses Art to the level of minor success are already extremely talented.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye in the secret realm, but the three years in the outside world were extremely tragic. After three years of continuous fighting, one hundred thousand powerful people are now less than one in ten. Yu Ren is the existence of the elite among the elites at this stage of the Holy Spirit Realm in the entire Netherworld.

Everyone is much stronger than the ordinary Holy Spirit Realm powerhouses, and there are endless ways to save their lives. Except for the well-preserved Long Feng, the remaining teams of the Ghost Underworld Army have been disbanded, and some teams even The entire army, including the centurion, was wiped out.

Among them is the team of Jian Chi. Except for him, the centurion, who did not die, all his team members suffered heavy casualties and the entire army was annihilated within three years. Now he has become a lonely family, but this is how he can survive These people who come down are some terrible people.

The so-called big waves washing the sand means that gold will always shine. It is impossible for the mediocre to survive to the end after three years in hell, only the truly strong can stay in the end.

Now all the surviving generations of the Hell Battlefield are gathered in the central area of ​​the Hell Battlefield, the Nether Palace is quietly suspended above the void, and the ten broken bridges of life and death are still suspended in mid-air.However, the ten Broken Bridges of Life and Death are much longer than before and are even close to the ground, and the part of the Broken Bridge that grew out of thin air is actually full of dark blood-colored strange energy.

And this strange energy is formed by the resentment, soul and blood of 10 people after three years of fierce fighting.

The bridge of life and death, the dead pave the way, the living ascend to the sky, that's what it means.The ten bridges of life and death can only form a complete bridge of life and death if they absorb enough energy after death of the living. At that time, the remaining surviving people will enter the Nether Palace to experience the final test. If they fail, they will directly go from Hell Was teleported back to the Netherworld in the battlefield!
In the secret realm, the revived Long Feng and the group of men with heavy expressions slowly got up and flew into the air. They knew who would survive until the end. It all depended on God's will.

Your Majesty Youming, strong men with a strong smell of blood are floating in the air. These strong men have a powerful and terrifying aura, and tens of thousands of figures can be said to be like clouds!
At this moment, Long Feng and hundreds of people are also floating above the void, but they are only at the edge of the boundary. Looking up at the Nether Palace shining with the light, Long Feng's eyes also flickered, if there are nine great soldiers in the Nether Palace , he wants to get it no matter what.

Because he knew that if he missed this opportunity, then he would have to wait another hundred years before he could enter this hell battlefield again, which was an expensive price he could not afford to wait or pay.

Ten black, white, and blood-colored broken bridges are floating in the sky, swaying down from the Nether Palace, and tens of thousands of figures below are waiting for the final fight. No matter what, only 1000 of them can survive in the end, and the rest must be buried in this hell. inside the battlefield.

"Crash!"

At a certain moment, a river of Styx above the void that was roaring with a terrifying breath of death was actually galloping under the ten bridges of life and death, and the terrifying power of the law of death was rolling in it, causing all the strong men to shrink their eyes slightly .

In the Underworld River of Styx, those who enter will die ten times and no one will live!With the appearance of Huangquan Styx, the eyes of countless people flickered instantly, and the final decisive battle is coming!
"Kill!" Someone yelled angrily. At this moment, the monstrous power of death permeated the entire sky, and one figure after another rushed towards the ten bridges of life and death that had completely fallen from the void.

"Let's go!" Seeing this scene, Long Feng immediately gave a soft shout, and with a clenched palm, the cursed scepter appeared in his palm, and hundreds of people instantly turned into an afterimage and flickered towards the bridge of life and death.

"Curse to kill!" Before Long Feng and the others got close to the bridge of life and death, dozens of figures shot towards them halfway. At that moment, Long Feng lightly shouted and hummed the curse scepter in his hand. The wolf roared and rushed out.

Wherever the demon wolf passed by, the power of the curse permeated. Once the demon wolf approached, the expression of those who were approached by the demon wolf would immediately turn pale, and there would be clusters of bad luck on their foreheads.

However, at this moment, how could Long Feng and the others let the other party go? The power of death rolling on hundreds of people gathered at this moment, and the terrifying power of death bloomed together. in the body.

Those strong men immediately looked ashamed, they couldn't resist the law of death formed by the condensed death power of hundreds of people, their vitality dissipated in an instant and turned into a dead body with no upgrades, which fell powerlessly from the void, and was swallowed by the roaring river of hell .

"Delayed! Let's go!" Hundreds of people shot to kill each other, Long Feng waved his big hand and his figure flickered towards the bridge of life and death. When everyone got closer to the bridge of life and death, the battle became more intense.

At this moment, the remaining powerhouses of the top ten forces are all fighting together with blood red eyes. The chaotic power roars and tears the void. In the blink of an eye, someone falls into a corpse and falls from the void.

And not far from Longfeng, Chu He, the son of King Chu Jiang, led dozens of ghost soldiers in black armors to fight all the way towards the bridge of life and death. The latter are all the centurions of the ghost army who have lost their members.

Among them were Jian Chi and others that Long Feng had seen before. These centurions were all powerful and boundless. If nothing happened, these people could finally rush to the bridge of life and death and enter the Nether Palace!

"It's you! You haven't died yet?" Suddenly, Chu He's gaze turned cold. When he saw Long Feng who was holding a cursed scepter and leading hundreds of men to fight all the way, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, Chu He led all the powerhouses at the closest position to the bridge of life and death, and if Long Feng wanted to lead his men into the bridge of life and death, he had to pass through the interception of Chu He and others, because every bridge of life and death Only a hundred people can only climb the bridge, so it is undoubtedly more difficult for Long Feng and his hundred people to climb the bridge together.

Looking at the oncoming Long Feng, Chu He suddenly sneered, and gestured towards the strong men behind him with his eyes, and then a terrifying force suddenly emerged from the crowd while tumbling.

"Kill." Chu He yelled loudly, as if it had been discussed, all the death forces rushed towards Long Feng's crowd at the same time, so deadly that they were almost wiped out.

"Damn it!" Long Feng roared angrily as he watched the terrifying death force suddenly approaching him, and a terrifying curse force swept out from the curse scepter in his hand, forming a hundred-foot-high mountain and bombarding it.

However, in the face of the power of death condensed by so many strong men, the Baizhang mountain where the power of the curse was condensed seemed to be weak. It was torn apart by the terrifying power of death in an instant, and then bombarded Long Feng and others head-on. .

It's just that this short moment gave Long Feng a chance to relax. Long Feng suddenly stepped into the void, and the monstrous power of the Wood Soul Sword in his body shone out at this moment, forming a green barrier around everyone. .

However, when many powerful and terrifying death forces bombarded down, more than a dozen of Long Feng's hundreds of people were still wiped out instantly, and their bodies that had lost all vitality fell powerlessly from the void.

"Puchi!" Most of the terrifying death force bombarded Long Feng's body. At that moment, Long Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't move at all, and he firmly protected the people behind him. Madly devouring the death power that fell on Long Feng!

"Very good! As expected of a good ally who stabbed a knife in the back!" A pair of pitch-black eyes looked at Chu He and the others, and Long Feng's eyes were extremely cold. Now he really saw the ruthlessness of these people.

(End of this chapter)