Tyrant Dragon Emperor

3335-Sword

"Destiny Baolian, it really is not an ordinary existence!"

Jiang Tian took a deep breath, suppressed all his thoughts, and began to use his spiritual energy to refine the destiny Baolian.

Rumble!

The violent roar resounded through the void, Jiang Tian was constantly infused with bloodline spiritual power, with his amazing total spiritual power, facing the destiny Baolian still had a feeling of lack of confidence.

Had it not been for more than a dozen Feng Clan Demon Kings to assist him, he would have to stop halfway through.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had not rushed to refine this thing, and he was also somewhat grateful that he hadn't had enough time to retreat in the past few days.

And he also realized that refining the Heavenly Destiny Baolian may not only be able to do it with enough spiritual power, perhaps with the help of the special conditions of Fengxi Valley.

However, he still doesn't know this question, so he can only ask for verification after refining.

Time passed slowly, and three days and nights passed in an instant.

During this period, more than a dozen Phoenix Clan Demon Kings had replenished a large amount of pills, but the consumption of blood and spiritual power still caused their aura to decline and deteriorate.

Although Jiang Tian's total bloodline spiritual power is amazing, he has swallowed a lot of pills and heavenly materials to support him in the past few days.

Although he had realized that the spiritual power consumption of Destiny Baolian was extremely exaggerated, he did not expect to be exaggerated to such a degree.

In addition to the consumption of these dozen Demon Kings, he also discovered that the vitality of the dozen golden parasol trees around him was also rapidly declining.

This surprised him very much. At the same time, he realized that the determination of the Feng Clan and the price paid for it were absolutely extraordinary.

And outside the magic circle shrouded in colorful lights, Feng Ming, the patriarch of the Feng clan, was staring at the situation inside.

"Isn't it enough?" Feng Ming muttered to himself, his face extremely solemn.

"I didn't expect that refining would be so difficult. It seems that in the past 100 years, the Destiny Baolian must have swallowed a lot of the bloodline and spiritual power of the Peak Demon King!"

Yu Nu stood with his arms folded beside him, his face full of shock.

Every time the Destiny Baolian consumes the bloodline and spiritual power of a Peak Demon King, it will grow by one point.

According to Feng Clan's estimation, even if it is difficult to refine, it will not be too difficult.

But the current situation clearly exceeded their expectations, and it was far more difficult than imagined.

Fengming shook his head and sighed, "These elders will soon be unable to support it. If this continues, I'm afraid it will fall short!"

Yu Nu's expression sank: "How can this be done? Our Feng clan has been painstakingly lonely and endured for so many years in order to break free from suppression and get rid of fate. At this time, how can we give up all our previous achievements?"

"It really doesn't work, let the old slave do it!"

Yu Nu seemed to have made up his mind, and said decisively.

"No!" Feng Ming shook his head flatly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"You are not innocent of the Phoenix blood. Forced shots are not only useless, but may also ruin the overall situation. For the current plan, only I can do it myself!"

"Patriarch!" Yu Nu's face changed, shocked.

"Needless to say, this matter is related to the fate of the entire Fengxi Valley Feng clan. As the head of the clan, it is my duty!"

Rumble!

Before the words fell, Fengming's aura was violent, and a colorful glow rose into the sky.

Yu Nu's face instantly turned pale, and his eyes became solemn.

After the colorful light flew into the air, it suddenly turned down, rushed into the colorful array below without hesitation, and poured it into the destiny Baolian without any hesitation.

Rumble!

Tianming Baolian received this powerful infusion, the whole body was radiant, and the breath suddenly rose!

Hiss hiss!

The dozens of Feng Clan Demon Kings were already exhausted and exhausted, but at this time, their eyes were wide open, one after another sucked in cold air, and their hearts were shaken!

"God! It's the patriarch!"

"The patriarch personally made it!"

"The refining difficulty of the Destiny Baolian is far beyond our imagination. If this continues, I am afraid it will fall short!"

"What are you still hesitating? The Feng clan has endured the humiliation for so many years, and finally waited for the day of the refining of the destiny Baolian, and must not catch the patriarch because of this thing!"

"Yes, the patriarch is the one who controls the overall situation of our Feng clan. Without him, even if we get out of trouble, our Feng clan will be torn apart, and will eventually be swallowed and destroyed by various empires."

"Hahahaha! Everyone, it's time to test us!" A white-haired demon king laughed up to the sky, full of passion!

"It can get rid of the humiliating fate of the Feng clan, even if the old man takes this life, what regrets?"

Everyone responded in unison, their breaths soaring, bursting out to their full potential.

"Patriarch, I'll take a step first!"

"As long as my Feng clan can regain the power, the old man will die without regrets!"

"Young Master Jiang, the destiny of my Feng Clan is handed over to you!"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, the breath of the crowd fully bloomed, and they spared no effort to infuse the destiny Baolian.

At the same time, the body surface of these more than a dozen demon kings overflowed with blood, and a series of terrifying original spiritual powers madly exploded, condensed into a series of golden phoenix shadows in the void, and flew into the Destiny Lotus without hesitation. In!

boom!

The Yu slave outside the circle knelt on both knees, tears in his eyes!

And while these dozen golden phoenixes were swallowed by the Heavenly Mandate Baolian, the aura of Feng Ming, the patriarch of the Feng clan, was also opened in a row, completely blocked!

Boom!

puff!

Fengming's body was trembling sharply, and he was stunned by a powerful spiritual force, and a burst of blood was spurted out, his face turned extremely pale.

Yu Nu's figure flickered and held him back, his eyes were full of fear, but he felt extremely grateful in his heart.

If it weren't for these elders' decisive action, Feng Ming would have been drained of spiritual power by the Destiny Baolian.

And once the foundation of the patriarch of the Feng clan is destroyed, even if the Feng clan's line can escape, the future fate is unpredictable.

"Elders, please be respected by Fengming!"

With tears in his eyes, Feng Ming deeply saluted the dozens of elders in the formation.

These people were willing to give up their spiritual power and precious lives for the fate of the Feng Clan, which really moved him deeply.

Unfortunately, at this time, the demon kings in the circle could no longer hear his voice.

The blood and spiritual power of a dozen people overflowed crazily, poured into the Heavenly Mandate Baolian at a terrifying speed, and the entire colorful magic array soared, reaching a certain level of horror!

Boom!

Rumble!

The violent spiritual power shook the void, and waves visible to the naked eye rushed towards the sky, and rushed towards the golden array that enveloped the entire Fengxi Valley.

The aura of the golden array is obviously stronger than the multicolored array, but under the impact of this wave after wave, the whole body is shaken, as if it may collapse at any time.

Jiang Tian on the colorful parasol tree frowned, his face extremely solemn.

This situation was completely beyond his expectation. If he had known it long ago, he might reconsider this matter.