Supreme Demon

The 475th chapter of the minimum threshold of the ancient blood

In the space, the wind is dead.

The six-armed **** looks straight into the wind and looks very different. It is a holy body, and it is also a monster that cultivates ancient martial arts. Unless it is a enchanting beast like the son of a dragon, it is very difficult to hurt it. However, the boy in front of him is With the spirit of mind, so that its soul sea has fluctuated, it has to surprise it.

"This is your strength?" The six-armed shrine speaks in the third head, and the voice is different from the previous indifference, with a taste of appreciation.

However, falling into the ears of Ling Feng, he felt the malice of the whole world. It has humiliated him three times in a row, but he did not even have the strength to refute. The gap between the realms is too great. If he is also the Eucharist, I can definitely kill this shameless god.

The wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

"Unfortunately, you are still far away." The six-armed **** did not wait for Ling Feng to answer, and shook his head.

"Indeed, the gap is very big." Ling Feng said seriously. "You are the Eucharist, and I am only the Emperor, so you should let me go first, and when I break through the Eucharist, come and fight with you."

"What do you say?" The six-armed **** screamed and laughed.

"..." Ling Feng knew that this would be the case. The six-armed **** was more enchanting than he had imagined. The attack of language and force was ineffective for it, which made Ling Feng a poor man.

"Look, you killed me three times. Should I also shoot?" The six-armed **** ignored the look of Ling Feng and said with a smile.

If it is not a monster, Ling Feng even suspects that it is an old monster that is alive and well.

It is saying that it is useless to kill me three times. Then, it is time for me to abuse you. You said that Lingfeng will not give it to abuse.

"Better not!" Ling Feng hate the channel.

"That's too late!"

However, at this moment, the voice of the six-armed **** was heard from Lingfeng, and he followed the nose and blood, and then the body flew out uncontrollably.

He had a fist on his nose. The six-armed **** had no intention of showing mercy. When he came up, he broke the nose of Lingfeng, and even the meridians were misplaced. It hurts that even the words of his mother could not be said.

"Hey!" The six-armed **** dies, and when it reappears, it has already reached the front of Ling Feng. The six arms are all dancing, like the catkins in the wind, but the catkins definitely have no such Lethality.

"Hey... Hey... Boom..." Ling Feng flew again. His arm was broken, his fingers were bent, his chest was sunken, and the internal organs were cracked. The most terrible thing is that His Dan Tian was also bombarded, and the two yang sacred fires were dull and dull, and the fire was swayed like ice. The body of Ling Feng was not worth mentioning in front of the six-armed god.

"Even if you dodge is a luxury thing." Ling Feng thought very sadly.

"Stop!" He resisted the pain and yelled. "I killed you three times just now, but you hit me seven punches. How do you say it?"

"But, I didn't say that I only hit you six punches?"

The six-armed **** said very innocently. "I said before, if I want to go out, I will defeat me. If I can't, I will kill you."

"..." Ling Feng is speechless, he can see it, but all who practice ancient martial arts are mad, one is quite unreasonable, the Lord of the Devil is like this, the same is true of the martial arts will, this is shameless now. The same is true of the six-armed god.

"go!"

Ling Feng snorted and turned away. He rushed to the door with a double stone. It was his only way of life. Only by doing everything he could to break a door, he could escape. Otherwise, true. I am going to die here.

"Do you think you can run off?" The six-armed **** said without hesitation, but he did not slow down, and in the blink of an eye he went to Lingfeng, like a teleport, and then all six fists hit. Ling Feng body.

"Hey..."

The next moment, Ling Feng flew out again, one on the door, his head almost smashed, his eyes turned straight, his back spine was smashed, the meridians were distorted, twisted in flesh and blood. The operation of the Dni is still confusing, and the operation is not smooth.

"How could this be?" Ling Feng was shocked. He had not noticed before. Now he found that not only the Nirvana, but also the yin and yang of the Dantian, the body and the veins are twisted, and there is a risk of breaking.

"Hey!" He spurted his blood out of his eyelids and ears, and his flesh and blood were blurred on his chest and chest.

"Is this unbearable?" The voice of the six-armed **** passed again. The same banter, the same contempt, let the storm anger, but in the face of a six-armed **** of the Eucharist level, he has a heart Powerless.

Ling Feng's climb up, picking up the double stone will go to a heavy door.

However, the stone fell through, and the six fists appeared one step earlier than him. All of them fell on him, let him fly out, and his limbs were completely broken, flesh and blood, and even the meridians were broken.

"Why is this?" Ling Feng hated him. He felt that he was fooled. This is not a legacy of ancient Wu, but a torture of life. Unless it is able to break through the realm of Wu Zun, otherwise everything is in vain. of.

"Is this the ancient Wu Chuan inheritance?"

Ling Feng was lying on the ground, his eyes were weak, and he had a complete flesh and blood on his body. Even the meridians were all twisted. Even Dantian’s fire was like ice and the two yang fires were dull. It was impossible to play the light. It is.

At this moment, Ling Feng stepped into the dead!

He now understands why the anti-God hates and loves the wild Nine Gods, but the talents who can pass, the talents are shocking, will be jealous of heaven, the air will drop to the freezing point, the future cultivation path It is difficult to be devastated and will give up your life at any time.

In the history of martial arts, there is no more than a seventh generation of anti-owners who have survived the wild clouds of the nine gods, but only a few people survived in the end, showing how terrible the disaster of heaven is.

However, he understood it too late.

"This is the ancient Wu Chuan inheritance!" The six-armed **** came over and said in a very positive tone: "Not everyone can do it."

After that, it punched the face of Ling Feng, and the handsome little face was beaten down. The facial features were distorted, the bones were squeaking, and even the soul sea was stirring, and the mental mind almost collapsed. .

"Oh..." Then, according to the violent explosion of Ling Feng's body, his hands were extremely hot, even if Ling Feng's toes were not missed, he could not describe it with cruelty.

Ling Feng even suspected that this is a perverted monster.

He lay on his back, his eyes were invisible, his ears could not be heard, and his spiritual power could not be shot, but he could feel the flesh and blood, the mental pain, but he couldn’t punch a six-armed god. Killed him, but constantly tortured.

This is not what metamorphosis is.

"Boom!"

After half an hour, the six-armed **** stopped, and its eyes showed a faint look, like a complete piece of gorgeous clothes, so the blood on the ground was soaked and bloomed like a flower.

"Get it!" It said, clapping his hands.

"..." If Lingfeng can jump now, he must die alive.

"Juvenile, I know your doubts." The six-armed gods showed the lingering wind, and the look gradually calmed down and said: "The ancient Wu was silent for too long. Is it so easy to rise up? So, Guwu The inheritance needs the strongest genius."

"I understand that you hate me in your heart," said the six-armed god.

"..." Ling Feng's body is straight, you know that you are still playing so hard, do you know that you are so shameless?

"This is the first weight of ancient Wu."

The six-armed **** also knows that Lingfeng can't open it. He said slowly. "Condensed the blood, the blood of the ancient Wu, the blood of your body is very powerful, but it is still lacking. Therefore, if you want to cultivate the ancient Wu, Then break the remodeling, I believe that you can't do it yourself, so I will do it for you."

"..."

"Your heart has formed a brand of anti-killing, then use it to open your ancient blood, you can do it by yourself." Six-armed gods are still quite satisfied with Ling Feng. First of all, the Nie's pulse is very amazing, but it is not the most suitable for the ancient Wu, it is not so broken, only in this way can embark on a stronger road.

"Oh, yes." The six-armed **** raised his hand, and the radiance of the Eucharist shines on it. He gently pats the heart of Ling Feng. For a long time, Ling Feng feels a suffocating, flesh and blood, and rushes straight. Into the blood, boiling inside, rolling.

"There is one more thing, I want to tell you."

Six arm gods took out an altar, crystal clear treasure, gently patted open, evenly poured on Ling Feng's body, let his flesh and blood squirm, began to heal, and that began to change, in that suffocating Under the impact, constantly twisting and bending, forming a distinctive vein.

"The threshold of ancient Wu is very high. If you form the ancient blood, you can't reach my level, I will really kill you." The six-armed **** is very serious. "This is not a threat." , just a goodwill reminder."

"Mom!" Ling Feng sighed in his heart, and struggled to secretly utter two words in his heart. This shameless monster is too overbearing. He simply does not give him the opportunity to choose. The pulse forced him to embark on the road of ancient Wu, otherwise he would become a waste.

What makes Ling Feng gnash his teeth is that the lowest threshold of Guwu is actually the six-armed god. With its talent that can be called the blood of the dragon, Ling Feng’s heart is a bleak.

Although he has experienced two nirvana, he does not dare to say that the ancient blood of the condensed will be more brilliant than the six-armed god, and if it does not work, it will be destroyed, which makes his heart full. Anger.