Chapter 1770: Surrender one by one

The first thousand seven hundred and seventy chapters one by one surrender
"No... Maybe!"
"Dreaming, Lin Feng!"
"Can you afford it?"
As soon as Lin Feng's words came out, Kuang Xiulao, Nine Desires, and the Emperor God became angry. This Lin Feng's tone was too mad, and it was so arrogant that they made them issue a blood mark.
"Nothing is impossible, no matter, today I will let the three of you see my magical powers and methods, and convince you!" Lin Feng's figure stepped forward, his five fingers grasping like a sky hook to the nine deaths The heads of scattered people.
"Lin Feng, what do you want to do?" Jiu Mie San Ren changed his color, he furiously resisted Lin Feng, but unfortunately he couldn't use his whole body's power, as if his whole body was soft, his head couldn't break free from Lin Feng's big hand.
"boom!"
Lin Feng's palm gleamed, and a brilliant divine light emerged, radiating ten directions of void, trance, these rays of light can radiate the past, present, and future. This is the divine light of the hand of destiny, the divine light is terrifying.
The ancient singing voice resounded in the void. This was the song of destiny. As the song of destiny sounded, the light of the hand of destiny became more exuberant, directly submerging the figure of Jiu Mie Sanren in the void.
Jiu Mie San Ren struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Roar!"
The loud roar sounded, the roar of the Nine Desires was repeated, and the blood of the Dapeng Protoss emerged, resisting the power of fate, and directly rushed out to drown the light of the hand of fate in the void.
"Among the heavens, destiny is the head, how can the blood of the Dapeng Protoss compare with destiny?" Lin Feng sneered again and again, the light of the hand of destiny skyrocketed.
Directly in turn engulfed the blood-colored light of Jiu Mie San Ren.
"Fate... Hand!" The Emperor God looked at Lin Feng's palm and shivered. His figure trembled, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back.
"This is the hand of fate...impossible!" Kuang Xiuluo looked at Lin Feng's palm, his figure trembled slightly, he is also a big man who traverses the heavens, how can he not see the sign of the hand of fate in Lin Feng's hand .
According to legend, the hand of fate has never appeared since ancient times.
The master of the hand of destiny can bear the imprint of blood from anyone, even the gods.
"There is nothing impossible, the emperor god, Mad Shura, do you think I can resist your blood mark?" Lin Feng sneered again and again.
His palm is radiant, and the life imprints are dazzling, appearing in front of the emperor God, Kuang Xiuluo, each blood imprint represents a person, Lin Feng's palm heart blood imprint is like a star same.
"Quasi God!"
The emperor and mad Xiuluo looked at the blood mark in the center of Lin Feng's palm, and their faces became paler.
At a glance, they saw the source of a blood mark in the center of Lin Feng's palm, which was the blood mark of a quasi-god.
This imprint impacted the psychological defense of the two of them, leaving them there in a daze. This is exactly the effect Lin Feng wanted. The stronger the resistance in his heart, the more effort he struggled, even facing the resistance of the three powerhouses. .
It is impossible for him to surrender one by one, at most two of them, it may be extremely difficult to surrender the three, and if the psychological defense is slightly weaker, it may be possible to surrender the three.
"Yes, it's a quasi-god!" Lin Feng said proudly: "You guys think about it, I force to surrender, or you take the initiative."
Emperor Zhong Shen and Mad Shuluo were silent when they heard the words, they looked at each other and never spoke again.
Time gradually passed.
After three days and three nights, Jiu Miesan's face showed a look that looked like a world away. He opened his eyes, letting the Buddha wake up from his dream, and bowed to Lin Feng respectfully on one knee.
"See the master for the Nine Destroyer!"
The Jiu Mie San people looked at Lin Feng Dao respectfully, and the Emperor Zhong Shen and Mad Shuluo opened their eyes to watch the Jiu Mie San people's expressions change drastically, and their faces were uncertain.
"It's okay." Lin Feng said lightly.
"Thank you, Master." With a relaxed smile on the face of Jiu Miesan, he looked at the Emperor God and Mad Asura and said: "Emperor God, Mad Asura, don't you take the initiative to issue a blood mark, when will you wait?"
"Humph!"
The Emperor Zhongshen coldly snorted: "Nine Destructions scattered people, you are like a walking dead, this is the result of your pursuit."
"Haha, walking dead? You are wrong, how can you understand the master's greatness?" Jiu Miesan said with a haughty smile: "Emperor God, you don't understand."
"Dian Master Lin, I don't believe that your hand of destiny can surrender the strong without limit, I don't believe it!" Mad Xiuluo suddenly looked at Lin Feng and said: "If you can surrender without limit, there may be more than one blood mark in your palm. A character who has survived the small tribulation."
"Dianzhu Lin mainly doesn't want to spend too much energy." The emperor Zhongshen's eyes were cold, and he understood Lin Feng's purpose at a glance.
"Haha, worthy of being an emperor, mad asura, yes, the hand of my destiny really can't surrender indefinitely, especially for the strong like you, but it is more than enough to surrender you." Lin Feng laughed and walked up.
The five fingers directly grabbed the head of the emperor like a sky hook.
The emperor did not resist, but a powerful will spread out, frantically resisting the invasion of Lin Feng's hand of destiny.
"All in vain."
Looking at this scene, Jiu Mie San Ren sneered and said, "Emperor God, you obediently surrender."
"If you want me to be convinced, then use strength to surrender me, otherwise, don't think about it. Today I want to learn and teach the hand of fate in the legend." The of the emperor was cold and arrogant, and his will became stronger and stronger.
A fascinating light emerged.
Enveloping him in it, at this moment the force that forced the hand of fate to recede a lot, but the wrist shook, and the light of the hand of fate became more and more dazzling, and the figure of the emperor was submerged in it in an instant .
Three days and nights passed, the face of Emperor Zhongshen also showed a look of madness as a world away, and he respectfully knelt on the ground and saluted Lin Feng.
"See the master!" The Emperor God said respectfully.
"Okay, okay, worthy of being the emperor god!" Lin Feng's face was pale, and his eyes looked down on the emperor god.
"The master's method is against the sky, Mad Asura, don't surrender when to wait." The figure of the emperor stood up, and he walked to the front of Mad Asura.
"Haha, never surrender." Kuang Xiuluo said with a mad smile on the sky: "Imprinted blood is a willingness, or just like Palace Master Lin forcibly surrender, if Palace Master Lin has the ability, he can forcefully surrender.
"Crazy Shura, I don't want to consume too much power now." Lin Feng waved his sleeves, and the figure of Crazy Shura was wrapped up, and then turned into a ray of light and threw it toward the depths of this spiritual treasure space. This great power came out. People are more tenacious than those from small forces.
Too rampant at this point is far inferior to Mad Shura.