Chapter 883: There are true gods mixing

Ah... Ah... Ah...
Everything was calm, Yang Feng's victory was obvious, and the master Tu Liusun was already dying at this moment, venting more, and less inhaling.
The people around looked at all this and couldn't help being dumbfounded, with their mouths wide open, unable to speak for a long time.
Because this battle was simply too frightening and terrifying, each of the tricks used by both sides was a stunt that could destroy the world.
Call it a fairy fight, but it's a bit more serious.
Compared with these two monsters, people like me, whether it is the Ninth Under Heaven or the Thirteenth Taibao, are completely ordinary people and cannot be compared with them.
But even so, the final winner was the flame leader, Yang Feng, and he won easily.
Even, the opponent didn't even have the ability to escape.
The Sacred Fire, the legendary first demon sect in the martial arts, really deserves its name.
His cheeks kept twitching, and the king of patrons was surprised and sighed in his heart.
Zhuge Shanshan, Ji Shishi and the others have been looking up at the figure above their heads in a daze, admiring a lot more.
Ignoring the worshiping gaze around him, Yang Feng slowly fell down and came to the Tu Liu-grandson who was imprisoned by the green jade rod, and shouted: Nether Hall, where is Qiu Xiaotian, you say it, I will forgive you not to die. "
You... dreaming! "
Gritting his teeth tightly, even though the Tuliu grandson is weak and abnormal now, he still smiles wickedly: The people of the Nether Hall will never betray the Lord and the organization. Also, don't think that you have defeated the old man, you are the best in the world. The masters in our Nether Palace are like clouds, especially the Hall Master. You will never catch up with him in this life, you will die in his hands one day, hahaha! "
Tu Liusun was smiling frantically, with hope in his eyes, as if looking forward to Qiu Xiaotian's revenge, he would die without regret.
Yang Feng sneered and shook his head, and sighed: Ouch, I am afraid I will disappoint you. Qiu Xiaotian, I just beat him into a half-handicapped person not long ago. Had it not been for someone to rescue him with the earth escape method, he would have died long ago. "
what? "
His body shook, Tu Liusun looked at him incredulously: Could it be that...you are the...Dapeng? "
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Yang Feng nodded evilly: Yes, I am the Dapeng. It seems that you were the one who used the quicksand to rescue all of your people in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. Fortunately, we met again, ha ha ha. "
Uh!
With a twitch of face, Tu Liusun was shocked immediately.
When Qiu Xiaotian was severely beaten by Yang Feng, he had seen him. At that time, Yang Feng had two golden wings, and his whole body was glowing. He was far away and couldn't see clearly, so he didn't recognize Yang Feng when he saw him.
Because in his heart, the only person in the world who defeated their palace master was the monster Dapeng with the inheritance of the five great beasts and ancestor spirits, and a human ant. How could it be possible that he was a court running dog and a disaster relief officer.
But now, when he thought of his identity as the leader of the Holy Fire and the supernatural power of the ancestor spirits of the five great beasts, Tuliusun immediately understood.
It's really not wrong that he lost this battle!
After all, this is an opponent that even their Palace Master has planted.
Hahaha...
Suddenly, Tuliu-sun laughed, and laughed up to the sky, boldly said: It's worth it, my Tuliu-grandson was not defeated by an ant, but by a monster who can't even help the palace owner. It's a glorious defeat, ha Haha! "
Since you are honored, let's be honest. "
No, just because you are a master who can't help our hall master, the old man can't tell you about our Nether Palace. Otherwise, if you go to the Nether Hall, wouldn't our brothers in the palace be slaughtered by you? "
Well, this is true. "
Nodded clearly, and Yang Feng smiled and said: You are hiding in the dark in the Netherworld Hall, fighting with me for the faith of the common people, how can this leader easily let it go? In this world, it is enough to have one great teacher. You don't need so many gods and sticks to grab incense from me. Lao Tzu will definitely level your Nether Palace. But are you all right if you don't say it? What I have is a way for you to say, hehe. "
Top ten spells, power words! "
As he said, Yang Feng pointed forward, and a beam of glowing light immediately entered the body of Tu Liusun.
Tuliu-sun's body shook, he froze immediately, his eyes were demented, and his face was confused.
The corner of his mouth grinned, Yang Feng evilly said: Even if you are a top-level magic spirit, you still have the earth-level energy, you can't beat me in mental power. Whatever I ask you to recruit, you have to recruit anything. Say, where is the Nether Palace. "
In the……"
Where is it? Don't squat, where is it? "
In the……"
Tu Liusun's eyes widened protrudingly, and he kept hesitating, unable to speak, but very quickly, he twitched all over his body, and a strange black light appeared in his eyes.
Yang Feng was taken aback, wondering: What happened to you? What happened? "
what!
With a scream, Tu Liusun didn't speak, but the black light in his eyes suddenly rose up into the sky, like a rocket, straight into the nine days, after opening an invisible passage, he went in and disappeared.
Huh!
A flame phantom suddenly sprang from Yang Feng's body, which was undoubtedly the Holy Ancestor.
It's just that at this moment, the saint ancestor looked up to the sky and looked at the direction in which the black light disappeared, frowning deeply and gradually becoming serious.
Yang Feng checked the situation of the Tuliu grandson, he was no longer alive, even his soul was gone, then he looked at the saint ancestor and shouted: Brother, what is going on? Could it be another spell like Black Soul Seal? "
No, it's harder to deal with than the Black Soul Seal! "
He shook his head deeply, and the saint ancestor determined: This is the power of the contract. He sold his soul to other gods, so if there is a tendency to betray, the soul will be taken back. "
Nani? Contracts of other gods?
Yes! "
With a long sigh, the saint ancestor said with a solemn expression: If it is the black soul seal, just find a way to unlock it, after all, it is just a magic technique. But this contract is equivalent to the fact that the person concerned has sold the soul to the god, and that will protect it. If you want to get information from this soul, you must get the consent of that god, otherwise he can take the soul back at any time and refuse your torture. "
The spiritual strength of your deity is strong among ordinary people, but it is also strong among other gods. Even if they are not as strong as yours, they are gods after all. It is basically impossible for you to use such a low-level spell to break through their primordial protection. "
Nodding clearly, Yang Feng understood: That's it, I used to torture in the past, because my spiritual power is the godly class, these people are mortal class, I am equivalent to a dimensionality reduction blow, and I will naturally get caught. But if the same class of gods, even if the other party is not a god, I will not be so easy to penetrate the other's spiritual protection. Even if you want to wear through, you have to use higher-level spells, god's spells, you can't use this mortal's twelfth grade spells, right? "
Yes, the power of God is roughly divided into three parts. One is the basic attributes, that is, mental power, or attack power, combat value. The second is the power of faith, because only with the power of faith can you activate various spells, so you have to recruit believers. The third one is the magic level. The higher the level of magic, the more powerful spiritual support it needs. And now, your spiritual power is enough, but the source of faith and the level of spells are still far behind. "
Yeah, I got it. "
Nodding lightly, Yang Feng frowned and thought about it: But how can the soul of this native grandson be protected by other gods? Who did he sell his soul to? "
Where do I know this? "
Rolling his eyes, the saint ancestor looked at the distant nine days again, his eyes gleaming with gleaming light: But now we can be sure that there are not a group of magic sticks in the Nether Hall. Behind them, there is really a mingling. To move them, you have to fix the gods behind them. "