Chapter 1890: Ancient demons

Lin Feng was sitting on the lap, and there was no one, and he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. At this time, he was really tired, and his bones faintly screamed in the screaming sound of the screaming, and the wrath of the demon and the wrath of the wilderness continued to slam, if not his flesh, and There are ways of life and death, I am afraid I will be wiped out by hard life.
The quiet Lin Feng actually made the crowd dare to disturb for a time. The huge ink flashed a cold light, and then he saw his hands condensed. Suddenly on his body, there was a black ink mark, silent and silent. Directly printed on the body of Lin Feng sitting on the knees.
"Hey!" The black ink mark was printed directly into Lin Feng's body. It was very slight and almost didn't feel anything. However, Lin Feng suddenly flashed a cold and cold light, and the horrible power wiped away the mark that entered his body. However, it was found that it could not be erased at all. The imprint was as if it were nothing, and it did not exist at all.
"That is the unique imprint of my ancient Mozu, it is illusory, you can't erase it." The voice of the giant ink came from, which made Lin Feng turn his eyes, his eyes looked at the giant ink, and the pupil flashed through the sharp cold. The gas of death suddenly burst out and smashed out, like a sharp sword man, going toward the giant ink.
The giant ink swelled fiercely, the soul of the soul bloomed, and a scream of konjac screamed, and a sacred shadow appeared in the void, and the broken smashed open.
"The sword of nothingness, there is a brand of death." Giant ink stared at Lin Feng, his face showed a strong chill, cold and cold said: "I will hand over your cultivation method, otherwise you have planted me in this Tianhe battlefield. The ancient Mozu imprint, in the Tianhe battlefield, you can not seek to survive."
"The people of the ancient Mozu." The crowd in the distance stared at the giant ink, and the pupils shrank slightly. This ancient demon is a very powerful force. Their ancestors do not know where they are, but they are This Tianhe battlefield set up a school. Many generations of strong guards from generation to generation, directly stationed in the Tianhe battlefield.
This ancient magic seal is a special means developed by the ancient Mozu. Without any lethality, it can be traced to the ancient Mozu people. Therefore, the ancient Mozu are very overbearing in the Tianhe battlefield, and their own strength. They are very strong and terrible.
"Ancient demon?" Lin Feng's life and death, black and dark, the footsteps suddenly rushed out, toward the giant ink, the cold eyes again shot the horrible death mark, while the death of the swordless assassination .
"Kill." A burst of explosives, Taiji life and death map with a terrorist attack blasting, making the giant ink spirits tremble fiercely, suddenly a horrible shadow appeared, turned into a magical demon rushed out, and Lin Feng's death sword collision At the same time, his palms slammed forward and slammed out, and suddenly a huge magical handprint smashed through the sky, making a tumultuous sound of rumbling, and the void would burst and collapse.
"Good tyrannical power." Lin Feng 瞳 一 凝 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , The streamer spread toward the eight sides. Lin Feng only felt that the arm had to be shattered, and the body returned to the original place like a gust of wind, as if it had never been moved.
Big ink is also not good, Lin Feng's one-of-a-kind sword fusion of death brand power is terrible, death sword print is invisible, can directly kill people, the soul is not strong will be killed by him, no time to prevent.
"Viewing his power of the magical power, it should be stepped into the realm of the median emperor, but it is still at a low level. However, the power can actually counteract the ancient palm prints of my devil, showing how much the cultivation secretary of the tempered body is so powerful." I secretly thought, the scorpion is more greedy, staring at Lin Fengdao: "The strength is good, but your realm and my gap is too big, hand over the quenching secrets and practice ancient books, I forgive you not to die."
"Hey." Lin Feng snorted, and then stepped on the footsteps, rolling away, ignoring the voice of the giant ink, this ancient demon does not know what kind of existence, the physical strength is very terrible, he is now the body is Extremely powerful, the Wu Emperor who does not deliberately cultivate the flesh, almost does not have such a tyrannical flesh. However, this huge ink, the flesh is much stronger than him, and it is the upper emperor, the soul is strong, the death sword India can't deal with it, and it has no advantage.
"Well you go!" The giant ink snorted and the figure chased Lin Feng. The two men rushed in the battlefield of Tianhe.
"Oh..." Suddenly, a horrible golden pistol came to Lin Feng’s assassination. This golden pike was like a flaming flame, which made a rainbow in the void, and Lin Feng’s penetration was killed.
"Hey." The giant ink behind him seized the opportunity to accelerate the madness. At the same time, he felt a strong sense of power in his body, as if he had to catch up with Lin Feng and he would die.
Lin Feng's pupils are cold and biting, and the eyes burst out of the horror of death, destroying and killing, and assassination of the people ahead.
"Hey!" The long gun trembled, the golden rifle went forward, the other side ignored Lin Feng's attack, and also sent the rifle into the heart of Lin Feng.
Seeing this moment, Lin Feng's body suddenly shifted slightly, and a loud sound, the golden pistol directly penetrated Lin Feng's chest, but did not stab the heart, which easily broke into the face of the other party, he simply I didn't think that Lin Feng didn't even avoid it. The next moment, the fear began to spread.
But everything is already late, and the speed of the confrontation between the two is so fast. His rifle is directly into Lin Feng’s body. Lin Feng’s fist has fallen on his head. The bang bursts and his head is directly torn. Lin Feng’s palm The corpse was slammed out of his body, and the golden rifle was still inserted in his body. However, the crowd saw Lin Feng’s icy death, but he felt a scalp tingling.
The endless force rushed out of Lin Feng’s body, only when he stepped out, he violently pulled out the rifle and smashed it toward him. He never looked at it. The footsteps were constantly trampled in the void, like every step. There are wonderful light patterns that appear, which makes his body shape can be moved out of thin air, but there is a happy atmosphere, and in Lin Feng's body, the law of the wind and the power of the law of the void.
"Hey." The giant ink smashed the golden rifle, and the speed violently trampled on the void. Every step was like shaking the mountain. Many people passed their eyes to the two, revealing the color of suspiciousness. Without interest disputes, they will not easily ignore the two.
"The strange pace, and the power of the void." Where the big ink passed, looking at the light mark left by the void, his heart was cold, he could not catch up with Lin Feng's footsteps.
I saw that at this time, a jade slip appeared in the palm of his hand. As soon as he waved into the jade, his speed did not stop.
Lin Feng flew for a long time in a row, suddenly in front of him, the rumbling sound of the rumble of the rumble, with a strong sense of tyranny, Lin Feng pupil cold, looking forward, I saw a person and giant ink The temperament is similar, and it is flying towards this side. Every step of the trampling is a turbulent world.
"The ancient demon strong." Lin Feng suddenly turned a direction, but only there, the world is also turbulent, and a figure fluttering, like to encircle him in this Tianhe battlefield.
"Don't provoke me, otherwise I will kill you." Lin Feng suddenly turned around, and sneaked a glance at the huge ink, and the body appeared in the sky, but the strong ink, how strong, the 岂 will be retreat because of Lin Feng, the footsteps As soon as he stepped, the magical path behind him appeared.
"Kill!" The giant ink burst into a burst, and a demon head crushed the past against Lin Fengqi. This is the amount of pressure on the soul, and Lin Feng will be crushed.
"Hey!" Lin Feng's sky suddenly appeared in the huge handprint of an ancient demon, smashed down, to Lin Feng to suppress it, this ancient magic palm print is like a real giant demon palm print, not an illusory seal .
Lin Feng raised his hand and violently slammed a palm. The horrible power of the horror slammed him down, as if to fall into the yellow spring. This scene caused the giant ink pupil to shrink slightly, and Lin Feng fell into Huangquan. It is not what he wants. What he wants is Lin Feng’s secret technique of practicing the body and the ancient books.
However, at this time, Lin Feng fiercely threw himself out of the sky, and the two scorpions shot a sense of death. At the same time, the palm of the hand caught the emptiness, and suddenly the prisoner emerged, and the body of the giant ink was tied.
The huge ink looks a stiff, but at this moment, Lin Feng suddenly rushed to the void, violently pulling one leg of the giant ink, slamming down, the power of horror made the giant ink and the prison Arrows go toward Huangquan.
"Breaking!" The huge ink roared, and the prisoner of the living shattered, but when he saw Lin Feng’s volley, there was a sudden silver-winged wing, and the dragonfly danced down the sky, hurricane, purple The river chariot is rolling, and the crazy ink is suppressed. He will be blasted into the yellow spring.
The color of the huge ink changed greatly, and the roar screamed, and the body rushed to the sky. The palm of the hand slammed through it, and a knife of the magic road smashed the void and opened all attacks.
The moment of the electric light flint, the other two strongmen also smashed, Lin Feng feathers flicked down, directly rushed to the distance, the body appeared in the horrible killing, if the ancient Mozu forced him, it must be called They died without a place of burial.