The Domain of God

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Wu Feng's breathing was as heavy as a bellows. The Ancestor of All Evils was just too strong.

With the attitude of an ancient heroic soul, he was actually only barely able to fight with the ancestor of myriad evils to this extent. This also made Wu Feng completely understand why the experts of the world were so afraid of the ancestors of evil.

In fact …

Not human!

Fight on

would only exhaust all of his heroic soul, but he, Wu Feng, would still lose.

What's more …

Wu Feng raised his head to look at the Great Array of Blood Sacrifice of Myriad Spirits in the sky. The Ancestor of All Evils still had the most frightening attack, and that was refining, using the heaven and earth as the oven.

If he, Wu Feng was not a schemer, it would be difficult for him to break that move.

The Evil Ancestor's body walked crookedly towards Wu Feng, like a dried up leaf drifting in the wind, as though he was aimlessly floating in the wind.

The blood sword swung about messily without any pattern.

It was as if he was a person who had yet to wake up from his sleep and was even stuttering on the spot.

It seemed slow, but in truth, it was incredibly fast!

Wu Feng held onto the Black Wind Blade and retreated 100 meters back. In that moment, the Ancestral Vile's body tilted and walked close to the ground, the blood sword slashed through the air and instantly appeared in front of Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's eyes turned cold. He turned his Black Wind Blade and at the same time, the bloodless sword descended from the sky.

The Evil Ancestor's body strangely moved to the side, dodging the bloodless sword s, and even more so, the blade that was close to the black wind blade arrived in front of Wu Feng, causing the blood sword to directly stab into Wu Feng's heart.

The dracaena in Wu Feng's left hand spread everywhere and firmly grabbed onto the blood sword.

"Deng deng deng!"

Wu Feng was forced to retreat, the Blood Sword continued to pierce through the skin as the Evil Ancestor scurried away.

The bloodless sword congealed into a bundle, and once again descended from the sky. The Black Wind Blade directly slashed towards the neck of the Myriad Evil Ancestor. Ancestral Ancestor laughed slyly, his body moved, and instantly appeared behind Wu Feng. The blood sword had left a bloody hole on Wu Feng's back.

Wu Feng coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Evil Ancestor pointed at Wu Feng, and muttered: "Dance, Divine Chaos Sword Art!"

At that moment, he danced like a singing girl.

It is not beauty, nor is it a feeling of vomiting

It was the most terrifying and shocking killing intent!

The figure of the Lord of All Fiends sometimes staggered, sometimes became like a ghost.

Without waiting for Wu Feng to react, the figure of the Myriad Evil Ancestor had already spread out to every corner, with different postures. There were even some sword images that did not land on Wu Feng's body. However, Wu Feng knew that as long as he dodged, then those sword images that would not land on his body would also bump into him.

Soul Star!

Ten layers, a hundred layers, a thousand layers!

Wu Feng's eyes lit up. The only thing he could do now was to defend.

The blood sword fell from the sky, and from all angles, it really was just like an ordinary singer dancing with her sword.

However …

Every swing of the sword could easily cut apart a star made from souls!

Wu Feng continuously turned around, and the bloodless sword also continuously chased after the Myriad Evil Ancestor. But what made Wu Feng angry was that although the Myriad Evil Ancestor's speed did not seem to be very fast, the bloodless sword still could not catch up to him.

In the blink of an eye, blood rained down.

Wu Feng was struck by dozens of swords, causing his blood and flesh to fly out.

Intent Domain of Heart found a chance to use it again, and avoided the fatal blow at the last moment. The ancient Heroic Soul had once again healed Wu Feng's injuries at the cost of its life.

"What's going on?"

Wu Feng was confused, what exactly was going on?

The Evil Ancestor's body reared upwards, as though he was going to fall down, but right at that moment, the bottom of Wu Feng's heart felt a chill, and he anxiously rushed forward.

"Swoosh!"

The blood sword instantly slashed across Wu Feng's waist, and fresh blood continuously flowed out.

Wu Feng's expression was overwhelmed with shock. He had no choice but to continue relying on the power of the ancient heroic soul.

"Your aura is becoming weaker."

"I've said it before, let's see how many times you can die!"

Wu Feng subconsciously retreated. He could not figure out the Evil Ancestor's attacking methods, so why would the Evil Ancestor appear behind him in the blink of an eye?

This did not make sense!

If Wu Feng still did not understand, then he would definitely die today.

"Why aren't you speaking? You don't have any moves left? "

Ancestor of All Evils smirked, "It can be seen that you are very puzzled, or even very confused, about what has happened. "And now?"

Hearing that, Wu Feng's heart trembled, and in that instant, bloodless sword s spread all over his body.

"Boom!"

The blood swords pierced through the barrier formed by the bloodless sword, and all of them stabbed into Wu Feng's body.

Is True

It was real!

Wu Feng was even more shocked. No, that's not logical. If there was truth, there should be falsehood. Not all of it should be real.

Wu Song pursed his lips. At this moment, he was at a loss.

He did not know what Wu Feng wanted exactly, and why

Why must they fight to this extent? No matter how bad their relationship was, seeing their brother being seriously injured time and time again … That kind of feeling …

This caused him to feel true anger from the bottom of his heart.

But that was the ancestor of all evil, who was he, Wu Song?

Let alone fighting, he couldn't even withstand a single blow?

Wu Song kept asking himself from the bottom of his heart, what exactly was he?

"Bam!"

Wu Feng fell to the ground and a rain of blood splashed out.

The Ancestor of All Evils wasn't in a hurry to kill him. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be playing a game.

A game of cat playing with rats.

Was Wu Feng strong?

At least all the ancestors of all evils had acknowledged him, and he, Wu Feng, had already made the ancestors of all evils feel threatened, the threat of death.

"We have lost more than half of our heroic soul!"

Wu Feng staggered backwards. Given the current situation, he would not be able to hold on for long.

"No fighting spirit? What else are you? "

The Evil Ancestor laughed out loud, and the blood sword suddenly slashed towards Wu Feng's head.

"Patriarch!"

Wu Song screamed in a trembling voice.

"Oh?"

The ancestor turned his head, the blood sword stopped in mid air, "You want to do it yourself?"

Wu Song's face was so pale that it was devoid of blood. He walked towards the Evil Ancestor while enduring his fear, "Ancestor, can you let me do it?"

"The Worm of a Hundred Feet died without being stiff. Even the current you is far from being a match for it."

"Since you wish to make a move, that is fine. After all, you have already been my servant for quite some time. This small request of yours is still acceptable."

Wu Song walked towards Wu Feng step by step. His entire body was trembling and his face was turning even paler.

Wu Feng's expression was cold, he stood there quietly with the Black Wind Blade in his hand.

"Third brother!"

Wu Song took a deep breath, "Even though we are brothers, we still know what to say."

Wu Feng said indifferently: "I know."

Wu Song looked at Wu Feng. That body, he had already seen that body too many times.

Both arms torn off

body punched through

Both legs were crushed

The bloody scenes played out in front of him.

Wu Song didn't understand, he really didn't understand, he didn't understand why he had to do this!

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Wu Song said softly, "Are you really not afraid of death at all?"

"I'm afraid."

Wu Feng said coldly, "I am afraid of death, very afraid of death. I am also afraid of other people dying, my friends and family."

Wu Song said: "Then why didn't you give up? Why must you go against the ancestor? "

Wu Feng stared at Wu Song, and said indifferently: "Because I am diviner."

Wu Song frowned, "Is it just because of this absurd reason?"

Wu Feng remained silent for a long time before nodding heavily, "Yes."

Wu Song raised his sword, the King's Sword.

He should be an expert of this world, but when the time comes, he would not even be able to enter the Five Great Holy Lands.

Wu Song felt that he was very unlucky, miserable, and even bitter.

If he was born in a rich family, how nice would it be?

In that case, he would be like Luo Xianer and the other Holy Maiden, possessing limitless resources. As long as he was given a hundred or even a thousand years, he would be able to do it.

He could become a peak-level powerhouse!

At that time, whatever he wanted would come!

"Third brother!"

Wu Song pursed his lips, and suddenly bellowed: "My surname is Wu!"

Wu Feng was startled, and in that moment, the King's Sword pierced into his heart.

"Boom!"

The might of the Emperor enveloped the area, his berserk heart energy wreaked havoc, causing the blood in Wu Song's heart to boil. He continued to rush into the King's Sword s, and then into Wu Feng's heart.

"You!"

Wu Feng opened his eyes wide.

He couldn't believe what had happened.

Although the two of them were brothers, their relationship was never good. The last time they met, they had been even more hostile. Most importantly, from Wu Feng's perspective, it was natural for him to not be treated as a brother.

Because only he himself knew about his Wu Feng.

But now …

"Hahahahaha!"

"You really know how to do this. What a romantic play."

Wu Song's aura quickly declined, and became sluggish, to the point that his body was even starting to dry up.

The King's Sword continued to turn into a bubble and crumble …

Wu Feng stepped forward and supported Wu Song, still unable to believe that such a thing would happen.

"Why?"

Wu Feng's lips trembled. His injuries were indeed fatal, but they were completely healed by the power that came after.

Wu Song was weak and in a state of complete coma.

"The Ancestor of All Evils!"

Wu Feng roared, his eyes staring straight at the Myriad Evil Ancestor.

The ancestor of myriad evils chuckled, then burst into laughter, "This is him begging for death, what are you looking at me like this for?"

"Third brother!"

Wu Song woke up and weakly grabbed Wu Feng, not allowing him to make a move.

Wu Feng looked down at Wu Song, and shook his head: "I don't understand."

Wu Song gave a pitiful smile, "In the history of the diviner, there has never been a person who doesn't have the heart of an ordinary person."

Wu Feng was startled, and did not understand.

However, he understood one or two of these words. Generations of diviner, including those who were killed, were all the strongest in their hearts, including Venerable Blood River.

Only Wu Feng had used other methods to open the seventh heart canal and was thus able to cultivate.

"The Vile Ancestor said the Vile Ancestor said, Cough, cough, not only are your heart riddled with holes, but you are also not the strongest person. Wanting to cultivate the Divine Hell Soul Sealing Secret Art to become an Emperor is simply impossible."

Wu Song's eyes began to glaze over, "So, even though you have condensed half of the divine altar, you are still unable to become the real Emperor …"

"Think about it. If you want to become an emperor with thousands of holes in your body, the only way is to wash the blood from your heart with the blood of your strongest heart!"