Chapter 1127: Talented blood

The first thousand one hundred and twenty-seven chapters of the talent blood
Inside the triple door.
The light of the light, the white light, the overflowing torrent, the horrible torrent, is swallowing the eyes of Ling Feng, making him flesh and blood, stinging as if to cut off the body, he was shocked to sacrifice the lightning, he wants to smash Break this power.
"Don't panic, this is masculine strength, it's not the same, it's different from the previous one!"
Faerie opened, this tear is far more amazing than before, the momentum is thin, so that it is all collapsed, this is the real essence, if it is a fairy, I am afraid to put this tear into the body.
Ling Feng was shocked.
However, he did not move, calmed down, calmed himself down, and picked up this sting with strong willpower.
The sting continued for a quarter of an hour.
Just as his flesh and blood rips open a crack, the sting is finally exhausted, and then a warm force is slowly moistening his eyes, an ancient picture, lightning is flying out, like a hot The little sun is very overbearing.
"Hey!"
A round of ancient sun flew out, shining in the eyes of Ling Feng, shocking out the thousands of gods and bursting into the world.
This is Guyang!
It is reported that when the heavens and the earth were first opened, there was a round of ancient yang, which dispelled the cold power and illumined the time, and was known as the mother of all spirits. Unfortunately, this round of ancient yang exhausted the power and collapsed. Between heaven and earth.
And at the moment.
It seems to be in the eyes of Ling Feng, re-emerged, which makes the fairy spirits shocked, but this is only an instant thing, the next moment the ancient smash, the light gradually dimmed.
"laugh!"
Then, it was scattered, and only a touch of branding flew into the pupil.
At this time, Ling Feng calmed down, only because of the scent of the scent, like a ray of light, flew into his eye, flying in it, so that he can see a more awkward space, can tear the darkness, and win the world.
Two hours of time.
The light of his right eye is all dark, seemingly ordinary, but if you look carefully, you can faintly notice that at the moment, at the center of his pupil, there is a faint golden man, mysterious and elegant.
"Call!" Ling Feng spit out a suffocating gas, shaking off the blood on his body, looking to the fairy, secretly from the forehead, this immortal essence is not bad, reminded him at the moment of life and death, let him escape the catastrophe .
"I will make your interest recovery!" Ling Feng said sincerely.
"Hey, count you still have some conscience." Xian Ling pouted, in fact, she has got a lot, the best of Futu can revitalize her breath, and God is too shocked, it is pregnant with Nirvana, it is her craving The treasure.
"What do these two tears mean?" Ling Feng asked.
"The left eye is the main yin, the right eye is broken!"
The fairy spirit said with excitement: "But this is not a simple yin and yang power, but a detachment, a constant deduction, there will be six, there will be reincarnation, there will be a terrible heaven, but how terrible the map will be, I also I don't know."
"What is the direction of the figure?" He asked the key questions.
"Continuously cultivating, making it detached, you will see the truth." Faerie is like a stick.
"Sacred by the blood of God?"
"It is a of blood!" said Xian Ling.
"Row!"
Ling Feng grinned. "There has been a supernatural power, which is equivalent to branding. It is like a young eagle. If you want to fly your wings, it is not enough. You need to continue to sacrifice, so that the magical power becomes different and you can do everything. enemy?"
"Yes!"
......
The next moment, Ling Feng flew out of the ancient Wuta.
The figure is integrated into the binocular, he can clearly perceive the binocular change, although at this moment he can not play the real power of the magical power, but the left eye shines, it is expected to wear the essence of martial arts, the right eye is light, and the space can be cut.
To put it simply, if the butcher reappears at this moment, he does not have to display the realm of killing the gods.
"Zhu Ling predecessors!"
Flying into the fierce battle, Ling Feng stared at Zhu Ling, who was not far away, and flew away with a smile, said, "What is the current situation of my gods?"
"Hey, domain owner, you are back."
Zhu Ling came forward and said, "In the past few days, the situation of the star map is different. The Protoss and the Mozu are all leaving the first star map. The alien species are also being smashed one by one. My domain has swept the radius of 15,000. A thousand miles, no magic can fight."
"And, these martial arts that came to my gods in the past few days are too much. I don’t know that the three-level martial arts, that is, the five-level martial arts have come a lot."
"Let's pick it up?" Ling Feng laughed, which was in his expectation.
"Yes."
Zhu Ling laughed. "But we are still very cautious. If there are other clan geniuses coming in, I am afraid that it will ruin the current situation."
"Yep!"
Ling Feng secretly from the forehead, Zhu Ling and Yong Qing are not strong enough in the martial arts talent, but they have great potential for the leadership. This is the reason why he can rest assured that the whole domain will be handed over to them.
"Zhu Ling's predecessor, there is a request under it."
Ling Feng first praised Zhu Ling's approach, and was very "sorry".
"Domain, please say." Zhu Ling was excited.
"I want a bowl of blood." Ling Feng said.
"This is simple!"
Zhu Ling is also very neat, directly cut the wrist, released a bowl of blood, Yin Hong in the dark gold, no suffocating, but there is a faint fragrance, and in the blood of God, it seems to fly a beast.
"Can you?"
"enough!"
Ling Feng secretly smouldering, he put his mind on Zhu Ling, but he never thought about it, Zhu Ling and Yongqing, but he was regarded as a benefactor.
Without him.
There is no glory of today's gods, such kindness, do not say a bowl of blood, that is to their lives, they will not frown, and in front of such a righteousness, Ling Feng guilty.
Taking advantage of the bowl of blood, Ling Feng flashed.
In a short time, he smashed the gods who were bathed and killed, and the people who have been repaired have grown up. Yongqing naturally does not follow, and the gods are flourishing, and there are too many places for him.
Therefore, God has been completely controlled by zero repair.
"Small repair."
"Domain master!"
Zero-sounding, and then grinning, the fart and the flies fly over, paying homage to Ling Feng, this person is simply overbearing, but unbeatable, at least in this realm, afraid that there are few who can fight.
More importantly, in the year of the gods, he has made rapid progress and is catching up with the geniuses of the family.
"Well... I want a bowl of blood." Ling Feng opened his mouth.
"Row!"
Zero repair did not hesitate, decisively bleeding from the wound, a bowl full, holding the face of Ling Feng, also asked with a smile. "Domain, this is enough?"
"Enough is enough!"
Ling Feng's smile, now these people are so "pure"?
How does this make him speak?
There is no sense of accomplishment.
After being separated from the zero repair, Ling Feng’s next goal was Wang Tu, and Wang Tu’s death loyalty, cut through the flesh and blood, released two bowls of blood, let Ling Feng cry and laugh, these people are neglected, themselves Is it a pit?
But an hour of time.
He has already got a whole set of 10 bowls of blood, which is naturally led by zero repair, glittering, like a creature to fly out of it, very cool, from this blood, you can see his extraordinary.
"Unfortunately, they have not returned yet."
Flying in Tianlang Mountain, Ling Feng secretly shook his head. What he really valued was Qin Yutian and Ming Yu, and the "life and death brothers" proud birds. The blood of these three guys was very shocking. The world can make him sacrifice magical powers.
But at this time, these three guys are leading the gods, strong cross-pushing, blasting a different kind, and have not yet returned.
"First sacrifice these gods!"
Ling Feng made up his mind and flew directly into the ancient Wuta.
The difference is that he did not fly into the triple door, but flew directly into the five-door, sacred magical power, consumed not only time, may involve the star power, and this aspect of the triple door is not acceptable.
"call!"
The next moment, the burning road flew out of the fire, shrouded a bowl of blood, burning it, going to its dregs, taking its essence.
"Hey..."
The blood of the gods is amazing. A drop of blood can crush the rocks and penetrate the body of a Wu Zun. It can suppress the holy fire and extinguish it. But the burning fire is different, and its quality is strong, and it can naturally burn the blood.
This drop of blood comes from Zhu Ling.
The fire and the thin, terrible breath, the space is split, almost in the blink of an eye, a bowl of blood is consumed, even the jade bowl is shattered, the air is filled with a touch of haze.
"Yep?"
A glimpse of Ling Feng, it’s a bit confusing, is it so terrible to burn the road?
In the blink of an eye, the blood of God was burned out.
"Is the problem that I control?" Ling Feng shouted.
"No!"
At this time, a voice rang from the devouring beads, and the fairy spirit despised. "What you want to sacrifice is the supernatural power. Only the true talent of the gods can sacrifice. Can you not use these weak blood to quench the essence?"
"You are different. The kind of is pregnant with a terrible flame. You can burn the essence of talent. If other people are afraid of being very troublesome, please also pay attention to my supernatural powers."
Faerie is quite proud, "dislike" the blood of Ling Feng, which is simply insulting her supernatural powers.
Ling Feng mouth corner stunned, if Zhu Ling knows such news, will it be mad?
"With such a big bowl, can't you burn a little essence?"
Ling Feng looked at a few bowls of blood, some were not willing, he burned a few bowls, but none of them could smelt the essence, most of them were broken in the fire of the burning road. It can be said that the burning of the fire is a threshold. What is able to rush over is the true talent blood.
"Wang Tu's blood is not good?"
Ling Feng looked at the broken bowl, secretly surprised, but it was able to be in the martial arts, the genius of the leap-level battle, look at this square map, not many, but in front of Xianling Shentong, still "not getting started."
"Hey!"
In a short time, Ling Feng incinerated the blood of the repair, let him be surprised that this blood is not completely smashed, the sesame big blood flies out, does not fit into the burning road, and falls into the palm of Ling Feng, Jingying Clear, warm and jade.