Super Martial God

The finger of God is the ultimate card of iron blood alliance.

To this end, the iron blood alliance specially trained a group of dead men for the finger of the gods.

These dead men are either prisoners on death row, and their families are raised by the iron blood alliance. After death, their families can get a chance to survive, or the iron blood alliance has great kindness to them and would rather die for the iron blood alliance.

In the center of the iron blood alliance, there is a dungeon with extremely strong defense. Even the peak Wuzong can't break it.

Now, Yu Jingfeng is in this dungeon.

After receiving the news that Lin Mu is not dead, the iron blood alliance seems to have no change on the surface. In fact, it is loose outside and tight inside. It has already been ready.

Yu Jingfeng is arranged by the high-level, stationed in the dungeon, ready to arrange sacrifices at any time, in case of real accidents.

Just then, Yu Jingfeng looked a little moved, and then a Qi messenger fell into his hands.

"Huh? I really want to use the finger of the gods. "

After receiving the message in the messenger, Yu Jingfeng was surprised, and then walked to the depths of the dungeon.

After a while, he came to the door of a large underground cave.

This large underground cave is like a small world, inhabited by hundreds of people, who are the dead raised by the iron blood alliance.

"Everyone, now the iron blood alliance is facing a crisis. It's time for you to pay for the iron blood alliance."

Immediately in Jingfeng Lang sound channel.

WOW!

These dead men stopped their movements and looked at Yu Jingfeng together.

"After you pay your life for the iron blood League, the iron blood League will always remember your merits and virtues. The descendants of martial arts teachers will become the inner disciples of the iron blood League, and the descendants of great martial arts teachers will become the core disciples of our iron blood League."

Yu Jingfeng continued to say with both voice and emotion.

Hearing Yu Jingfeng's words, the dead were expressionless. When the iron blood alliance trained them, they knew their mission.

After talking to others, Yu Jingfeng's eyes finally fell on a middle-aged man.

The man, with all his limbs in chains, was chained to the wall.

His breath is even stronger. He is a famous Wuzong and the key to this sacrifice.

Originally, he was the enemy of the iron blood alliance. Later, the sect was destroyed by the iron blood alliance, so he and his family caught the iron blood alliance.

Now the iron blood alliance is to coerce his family and force him to sacrifice.

"Gong Weiquan, after you die, the alliance leader will accept your young son as a true disciple and teach him in person."

Yu Jingfeng said in a deep voice, "your family will also be properly placed and take care of them for the rest of their life."

"Can I refuse?"

Gong Weiquan looked cold and sarcastic.

"Yes, but you know what will happen."

Yu Jingfeng was slightly proud of being able to play Gong Weiquan, an old martial sect.

"Then what nonsense are you still talking about here?"

Gong Weiquan was not at all objective.

"You..."

Yu Jingfeng's breath stagnated, and then he hummed coldly, "for your sake of dying for the iron blood alliance, I don't care about you."

Then he opened the door of the cave, took out a rune seal, put the rune seal on an altar in the center of the cave, and said, "now let's start offering sacrifices, starting with the martial arts teacher."

Hearing this, all the dead soldiers at the martial arts level accepted their fate. Their families were controlled by the iron blood alliance, and they had to obey.

Then the martial arts masters in the underground cave went to the sacrificial platform one after another and began to burn their Qi and blood.

In the blink of an eye, the martial arts masters beside the altar withered at an amazing speed, and finally died as mummies.

Seeing this, Yu Jingfeng felt a pity.

He also knew that it was not easy for the iron blood alliance to train these dead men. After this sacrifice, it would take at least another 30 years to train the next batch.

As the dead martial arts masters died, Yu Jingfeng stared closely at the altar. He knew that the divine finger was under the altar, and he was waiting for the divine finger to react.

However, to his stupidity, there was no response under the altar after the 300 martial arts dead sacrificed.

Gong Weiquan, the Wuzong, suddenly flashed a pure light in the depths of his pupils.

As a martial arts sect, I have touched a certain method of soul power, and my perception is naturally sharper than that of ordinary martial arts.

Just now he vaguely sensed that it was not the failure of sacrifice. The finger of the gods under the altar did release a strong breath, but it was soon suppressed by a broader force in the void and could not move at all.

Yu Jingfeng is also a strong man of Wuzong. In fact, he also feels something, but he can't accept it at all. He doesn't believe that there is any power to suppress the finger of the gods. He thinks it's just an illusion.

"Go on, great martial master sacrifice."

After three hundred martial arts masters, there are twenty great martial arts masters.

Soon, the twenty great martial arts masters also sacrificed one after another.

At last, the finger of the gods reacted. I saw that the altar suddenly cracked, and the runes on it flew up. At the same time, there was a strong breath exploding from under the altar.

But this situation lasted for less than two seconds, and the magnetic field of heaven and earth suddenly changed dramatically.

Then, the dungeon above was strong enough to resist the peak Wuzong. It was smashed by a force, a force like Tianwei, but with a strong smell of death.

This force directly bombards the finger of the gods and suppresses the finger of the gods.

The fingers of the gods trembled violently. They seemed to want to get rid of the control of this power, but they couldn't do it at all.

"Gong Weiquan, sacrifice quickly. As long as you sacrifice, this mysterious force will not stop the finger of the gods."

Yu Jingfeng's forehead was sweating and hissing.

When he spoke, he untied Gong Weiquan's chains and shackles on his hands, but he still wore shackles on his feet.

When he reached the altar, Gong Weiquan didn't approach immediately.

If Gong Weiquan had dared not disobey Yu Jingfeng before, after all, his family was in the hands of the iron blood alliance, but now he has seen the opportunity.

Every time the iron blood alliance uses the finger of the gods, it must show that the iron blood alliance has encountered a crisis.

It's just an ordinary crisis, but now the hostile forces of the iron blood alliance can suppress the finger of the gods, that is to say, the iron blood alliance may not survive this crisis.

If the iron blood alliance is destroyed, his family will also be safe.

On the contrary, if the iron blood alliance is not destroyed in the end, his family will be killed by him.

This is undoubtedly a difficult choice.

Suddenly, Gong Weiquan's eyes twinkled.

"Huh?"

Yu Jingfeng narrowed his eyes and projected a fiery light, "Gong Weiquan, what are you waiting for? Don't forget, your family is in the hands of my iron blood alliance."

If he didn't say it was OK or not, Gong Weiquan would continue to hesitate, but his bossy attitude aroused Gong Weiquan's anger in an instant.

"Even a hairy boy dares to shit on my head. If I don't gamble once, I'll die. I can't face my ancestors in the underworld."

Gong Weiquan made a decision suddenly.

No one wants to die, especially when he is wantonly insulted and forced to die. Now he has a chance. If he doesn't fight, he feels sorry for himself.