Martial God of Myriad Realms

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"This three-meter strong man should have condensed eight sacred patterns."

Cheng Feng held the Nether Pot in his hands and secretly said, "Xiao Jin swallowed this corpse, and he will probably wake up soon!"

Xiaolong has been sleeping for a long time.

Cheng Feng originally thought that it wouldn't take long for Xiao Jin to finish his promotion and wake up.

But to this day, he has not been able to wake up.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing, as the more saints' bodies consumed by Xiao Jin, the more energy in the body.

In the future, the promotion will be completed, and it will definitely fly into the sky and become Cheng Feng's left and right arm!

"Congratulations to your predecessor, beheaded so powerful!"

At this time, Yu arrived with injuries and bowed to Cheng Feng.

"It's just killing an octogenarian."

However, Cheng Feng didn't care: "The battle will be fiercer when we wait."

"To live to the end is the real joy!"

Cheng Feng is right.

The killing in the blood prison is the survival of the fittest.

The longer you live, the stronger the cultivation.

Cheng Feng can now meet the enemies of the Eight Saints, and later enemies will be stronger.

"There are more than 300 people left now?"

Cheng Feng put away his sword and looked up at the map.

Finding the light spots on the map, there really are not many left.

Scattered, probably in the early 300s.

"This amount is still too much."

Cheng Feng said lightly: "I can't wait too long, and the Blood Prison will once again reduce our range of activities and intensify our fight."

Cheng Feng's voice just fell, hum ~~~

The blood-red shield in the sky began to shrink again.

Pushing Cheng Feng, they flew to the center of Blood Prison.

During this period, Cheng Feng encountered several warriors.

These people should all see the pictures of Cheng Feng killing the three-meter brave man, and he was quite afraid of Cheng Feng.

Seeing Cheng Feng approaching, they drifted away.

Of course, some people are very confident in themselves and rushed over to kill Cheng Feng.

The result was naturally self-evident. He was killed by Cheng Feng, his weapon was devoured by the Devil Sword, and the corpse was thrown into the empty pot to feed the dragon lice.

By the time the blood-red shield stopped contracting, four or five people had died in Cheng Feng's hands.

As Cheng Feng's reputation spread, many people remembered the “light spots” to which Cheng Feng belonged and walked around Cheng Feng.

"Senior, the diameter of our active area is less than 10,000 miles."

Yu Ren said with injury: "It is estimated that once again, everyone will be driven near the Blood Flame Mountain."

"By then, the ultimate fight will come!"

"Well, it's almost the last moment."

Cheng Feng nodded: "You'll be smarter later. Once I meet a strong enemy, I can't find time to save you."

Cheng Feng met Yu Renshui Pingshui, but he didn't think about helping each other in the ultimate fight.

"Senior, I understand this."

Yu Renju was a smart man. After listening to Cheng Feng's words, he immediately said: "The seniors only need to help the younger when they are free."

Said, Yu Ren bowed to Cheng Feng with injuries.

"Okay, get ready."

Cheng Feng waved his hand: "The ultimate fight, I think it won't take long for it to open."

Until now, a big pattern has gradually formed.

Dozens of strong men as a group, dominate the Wanli area centered on the Blood Flame Mountain.

The remaining warriors either intentionally concealed their strength and waited for opportunities, or repaired the cowardly East to hide in Tibet.

These people have become the target of strangulation by those dozens of groups.

Cheng Feng and Yu Ren were injured, and he was one of those dozens of powerful groups.

But they never took the initiative and kept watching for changes.

Watching other strong groups, strangling the remaining ones.

During this period, the strong groups occasionally encountered hard stubble. Not only did they fail to hang each other, but they annihilated the entire army.

Create a new strong group, make the strong group stronger.

After more than an hour, almost all the weak were killed.

Only more than sixty strong groups remain, scattered in all directions.

"Senior, I'm afraid the ultimate killing is coming."

At this point, the injured person was very nervous and his palms were sweating.

Because of the remaining sixty strong groups, all of them have arrogance.

He is not careful about this five-character true saint, and is absolutely foolproof.

"Don't panic, now everyone is afraid of each other, and will not start fighting immediately."

Cheng Feng remained calm and analyzed, "What we need to do at this moment is to keep a low profile!"

"Wait for others to move first, let's wait for the opportunity!"

Cheng Feng's analysis is quite accurate.

The killing has been carried out till now, and everyone is very afraid.

For fear of being targeted by others, join hands to hang to death!

For a while, no one was fighting each other again.

Even if the bloodlight shield shrank again, they gathered everyone within three thousand miles of Bloodflame Mountain.

Many people looked up and saw freckles on each other's faces.

However, only a few powerful groups who met together killed each other. After the battle ended, they resumed their confrontation.

"It's strange this year."

Seeing this, Yu Ren was relieved with a sigh of relief: "The slaughter came to the end, but stopped!"

"It won't stop, it's just a moment before the storm."

However, Cheng Feng shook his head: "I estimate that it won't be long before someone will bear it and set off the final fight!"

As he was speaking, Cheng Feng suddenly stopped.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Seeing this, I asked about injuries.

"You step back."

Cheng Feng's face was cloudy and uncertain: "I'm afraid something is wrong and I need to deal with it."

The words come to an end, 嘭 ～～～

A soul ring of Cheng Feng suddenly shattered, and a clay pot appeared.

This clay pot is very ordinary and the workmanship is very rough, but it gives a great feeling, as if it can hold a large ocean.

But at this moment, the pot was glowing and shaking violently.

There seems to be something out of the pot!

"Senior, what's the situation?"

Yu was startled and asked loudly.

"Back!"

Cheng Feng did not answer, but made him back.

At the same time, the power of Cheng Feng's body was evoked and turned into big hands of magic power, covering the earthen pots layer by layer.

Want to stabilize the clay pot and keep the contents out of it.

However, the effect is not great.

As the earthenware jars became brighter, the earthenware jars swelled violently.

Spread your divine hands.

In the end, 嘭 ～～～

A violent explosion sounded.

Immediately, a bronze coffin several meters long flew out of the broken clay pot!

"A bit ... a coffin?"

Retreating hundreds of miles away, Yu Ren saw the bronze coffin with a look of doubt.

"A coffin?"

"This coffin is not simple. The explosion just now is enough to kill a true saint with seven or eight patterns.

"Even the explosion just triggered this coffin." "The owner of that coffin, I'm afraid it's a hard character!"