Sky Traversing Holy Patriarch

"Venerable Blood Poison?" Blood Weeping Corpse Great Art? "Is it very powerful?" This was because before Ling Feng had become the Master, the Heaven and Earth Sect was basically in a state of isolation, and as such, they did not know much about the matters of the Spirit Martial Continent.

"The 'Sobbing Blood Corpse Great Art' relies on blood essence to cultivate it. If one wants to practice this art, it requires endless slaughter. Once the technique is mastered, as long as it is used, not many people in the world would be a match for it, because even the air is filled with a strong poisonous gas!"

With a dark complexion, Ling Feng bluntly stated the pros and cons within without thinking. Seeing the change in Tang Wuhen's expression, Ling Feng took a deep breath, and immediately said in a clear voice:

"Tang Wuhen, if it's possible, let Si Yuan down, I don't want him to be devoured by the Great Demonic Cry Blood Corpse Art!"

"Hu hu, Young Lord, I understand!"

With a serious face, he nodded his head. Tang Wuhen then walked up and solemnly looked at Tang Siyuan who was in the arena, and said:

"Far away, just admit defeat. Father is already very pleased to be able to walk this far!" "Father, I won't let you down. Even if I lose, I will still lose fair and square. Just admitting defeat like this isn't something that I, Tang Siyuan, can do!" He was arrogant and proud, but even at this moment, Tang Siyuan still did not surrender, as if he was determined to persist until the end with Lin Aotian.

"Hmph hmph, reckless fool, I shall let you have a taste of my Great Demonic Weeping Blood Corpse Art, since you are one of Ling Feng's men, then there is no need for me to be polite!" After he finished speaking, Lin Aotian extended his arms out to embrace his. Instantly, the blood-colored aura immediately pervaded the entire arena, sealing off any path Tang Siyuan could take to retreat, and making it so that he had to face Lin Aotian's attack head on.

Seated on the seat of the Azure Sky Sect, Yu Chengfeng's expression was currently somewhat unsightly to behold. Very clearly, he had also seen what Lin Aotian was currently using.

"Master, the Great Art of Blood Weeping Corpse, only Venerable Blood Poison has that. From the hand techniques that Lin Aotian is currently using, he should have received the true inheritance from the Venerable Blood Poison, and in that case, if Han'er were to meet him, it would be very difficult for her!" Next to Yu Chengfeng, Grand Elder Ouyang said with a grave expression. It was obvious that he was afraid of this so-called 'Blood Weeping Corpse Great Art'.

"Humph, it is only a small 'Blood Weeping Corpse Great Art', how can it stop my Azure Sky Sect's footsteps?" With a disdainful snort, the only sound that could be heard was the crackling of bones in Yu Chengfeng's hand. It was obvious that although Yu Chengfeng did not care about Lin Aotian's attack, he would still feel a headache from the situation.

In the direction of the Haotian Sect, Lin Tianhao was currently showing an extremely excited expression, especially after seeing Lin Aotian using the《 Crying Blood Corpse Great Art》 and forcing Tang Siyuan to have no way of dodging at all.

"Ahhh …"

Above the stage, Tang Siyuan, who could not avoid, had no choice but to touch the corrosive aura that Lin Aotian had unleashed. In an instant, when his body touched the bloody gas, he immediately roared uncontrollably like a wild beast, as if he was completely out of his control. At the same time, everyone, including Ling Feng and the others who were below the stage, saw the corrosive poison gas on Tang Siyuan's body start to fester.

"Yuan'er!" Tang Wuhen, who had been closely watching the scene, naturally saw all of this. At this moment, he seemed to be uncontrollably angry, and directly wanted to rush forward to save Tang Siyuan.

However, before he could even straighten his body, Ling Feng had already held him down, and said with a serious expression:

"The « Crying Blood Corpse Great Art » is extremely sinister. Even if you go up, I'm afraid you won't be able to save him. You should just wait here, I'll do it!"

When he finished speaking, Ling Feng charged forward like a Golden Winged Roc, breaking through the Formations's seal around the stage, and then appeared in front of Tang Siyuan who had already collapsed to the point where he couldn't even form a human figure.