Chapter 668: Truncating

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Devouring the beads.
The vast space, the black and heavy depression, and at the core, there is a meandering cyclone, it is like a moon in the sky, the bright light, illuminate in all directions.
And that dagger, flowing through the ages, is immortal, although it has been smoothed by time, there is no arrogant momentum, but it is still full of fierce momentum, like to cut off the cyclone, tearing the soul The same space.
It's different, it's awkward!
Even if it is standing outside the spirited beads, Ling Feng is shocked by this scene. What kind of dagger is that, even if it is cracked, there is such a mighty power.
This is a question worth pondering.
However, the power of the gods did not give Lingfeng too much time to think. It was swallowed by the endless stream of the spirit beads. It was lightning fast, and along the dark space, it quickly poured into the cyclone and was smashed by the handle. absorb.
"It turned out to be it!"
At this moment, Ling Feng finally understood, why so many powers disappeared without a trace, even Wu Zun purple winds are helpless, are the handle daggers from which to do it.
"What is it?"
As the power of the gods continues to approach, Ling Feng is full of excitement, and there is a growing sense of surprise.
The dagger contained a horrible suffocation. It is not a counter-killing situation. It is conceivable that it has experienced a terrible blood-killing. I am afraid that under the dagger, it has already been like a mountain.
The problem is that Ling Feng does not know whether this dagger is the core of the devouring bead, or whether it is due to it.
If it is the core of the spiriting beads, Ling Feng can refine it and free the suffering of the purple wind, but if the spiriting beads exist to seal the dagger, it is definitely a terrible event, he is likely to release A demon.
"Purple wind, what is this ghost?" Ling Feng thought, moving.
"What?" asked the purple wind.
"..."
Ling Feng looked a glimpse, this space is too unique, he also found out after condensing the power of the gods, I am afraid that the purple wind is also a fog.
At the moment, he said everything he saw with the purple wind, and the latter also pondered, and collected all the anecdotes in his head, but did not find traces of this dagger.
"Close to it and see what is found." Purple wind shook his head and sighed, the dagger was too strange, once it was released, the ghost knew what a terrible thing would happen.
I am afraid that they are the first to suffer, even though the purple wind is eager to get out of the spirit beads and see the sky again, but he does not want to die, so he must be careful.
"Well!" Ling Feng nodded heavily, his eyes sparkled, if it was not the spirit of the spiriting beads, then Ling Feng will not refine, it is self-mutilation and brain damage.
What is even more frightening is that with that horrible suffocation, I am afraid that the entire anti-God will be destroyed. He does not want this great situation to be ruined by himself.
"Hey..."
Soon after, the power of the gods became more and more, and it was already drowned in front of the cyclone. The horrible frenzy was swallowed up by the cyclone, and the dagger inside was getting brighter and brighter, like the stars, the most embarrassing. That one.
"Ding!"
Ling Feng looked cold, urging the power of the to hit the dagger, and made a clear sound, while the latter trembled abruptly, forming a hole on it, and between the horror of the wind, it has Slowly healed.
"I wipe, is this a demon?"
Ling Feng Mao, he has never heard of weapons, self-healing ability.
This is already beyond the scope of his cognition. He even suspects that this is not a spirit at all, but a living monster.
"wrong!"
The purple wind sipped and his face was extremely dignified. He said, "What you see is not true. It is an illusion. It may be moving too fast. Maybe you are not seeing a real dagger, but it is hidden in That cyclone."
"what."
Ling Feng was shocked, his heartbeat was sharply accelerated, and there was a feeling of creepy feelings. Was the dagger really born without life?
Be aware that the spirit is different from the creature.
The spirit of the instrument only has a little intelligence, can not speak, can not move, like a demented baby, but the creatures are all a living monster.
"You are trying it, if you can't, just quit." The purple wind also felt dangerous, and always felt that the spirit beads were too strange.
"Yep!"
Ling Feng nodded solemnly, and then urging a greater force of emptiness, shrouded toward the cyclone, penetrated inch by inch, he wanted to see, what the dagger was hiding.
"Hey..."
However, what surprised him is that the power of the gods has penetrated the cyclone in a flash, and there is no obstacle to the dagger. It is like a void, without the slightest power.
"what happened?"
Not only is the wind swaying, but even the purple wind is awkward. He is also an old monster who has been practicing for hundreds of years. However, this kind of awkward picture has never been seen before.
"I'm not right, retreat!" The purple wind shouted, and his heart became more and more uneasy. He had a pair of eyes in the dark and was peering at them.
"Retire!"
Ling Feng’s heart was soaring, and immediately regressed backwards, urging the power of the gods, and swooping outwards. He broke out the fastest speed in his life, because the power of the gods also contained spiritual power. In the event of an accident, I am afraid that he will suffer too much.
"Hey..."
However, at this moment, a dagger carrying a three-footed cyclone appeared in the power of the gods. It completely shone, and there were thousands of stars on it. Each star turned into a cyclone, which was strong. Devouring the power of God.
"Crazed!"
The next moment, the dagger burst into the light, squatting down, it disappeared from the void, and the strange heart trembled, and when the dagger fell, Lingfeng’s retreat was cut off. The power of the gods is sucked by the Wandao stars, madly swallowed.
"Ah, hemp!"
The face of Ling Feng has changed, the dagger is true, the cyclone is also true, but the latter is too pit.
Before, what appeared in front of him was the illusion that it evolved. The purpose was to confuse the wind, and when he wanted to retire, it appeared.
Just kidding, so you can easily let go of such a warrior?
So, it began to swallow.
"Give me off!"
Ling Feng shouted out and tried his best to cut off the connection between himself and the power of the gods. Although the mental powers would be seriously injured, but now the life is small, but he underestimated the terrible dagger.
"Crazed!"
Indeed, the power of divine power has been cut off.
However, the blood in his body vibrated uncontrollably and rushed toward the spirited beads. Above the Lingfeng fingers, a cyclone emerged, even if Lingfeng wanted to suppress it.
This is the dagger that brewed a lot of engulfing, and will not escape from the wind.
"Break!"
Ling Feng paled and swallowed like a blood Dan, wanting to smash the cyclone, but this time he was disappointed, the cyclone was steadily, like the gold, piercing his flesh and bones, pain He got yelled.
There is no doubt that the problem is serious.
The dagger was simply to swallow him up, and the horrible power was tearing his flesh and blood, and even the emptiness of the gods was affected.
"This spirited pearl is a pit!"
The purple wind has also changed color, like the ants on the hot pot, the eager head is big.
He didn't want Ling Feng to sacrifice like this. Now Ling Feng is the only hope for his resurrection. If the latter dies, he can only be trapped in the spirited beads.
As long as the latter is alive, one day it will be promoted to the realm of Valkyrie, even if it is a spirited bead, don't want to hang him.
Regretful!
"Hey..."
Ling Feng feels the power of the gods, just like flood discharge, constantly pouring into the spirit beads, but the head of the dagger is getting more and more smashed, and the cracks are clearly visible.
"Trip the sky!"
Through the power of the gods, they saw the traces and looked far away.
It is not a crack at all, but the two ancient writings of the dragon and the phoenix dance. They seem to cross the ancient and modern future, and they are filled with incomparable arrogance, like a star, which makes people feel guilty.
Got it again!
Ling Feng was angry, how the dagger was pitted than him.
This is a big disrespect!
"This is not the way to go, I will be exhausted." Ling Feng lowered his eyebrows and thought quickly, and the dagger swallowed too much, and although he had strong fighting power, he was helpless.
With such momentum, it will not be long before he will be swallowed up as a corpse.
"It doesn't let me live, then I will kill it!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and said that his eyes sparkled with killing. This is about his own life and death. If he is still hesitating, then it is the real death.
I have to say that since he spent the ancient martial arts, there are indeed many unfortunate things.
"Ling Feng, are you crazy?" The purple wind is drinking, and once the spirit beads come in, it is impossible to go out again.
"Not crazy, not a Buddha!"
Ling Feng’s face was cold and said.
Don't you think that if I don't kill it, can it fall?

"but……"
The purple wind smashed and the bitterness of his face. He already saw that Ling Feng was already faltering and could not last long.
Of course, he does not want Ling Feng to come in, even if he has broken the shackles and can go out?
What he wants is to let Ling Feng go for help against the Lord of God. However, if he thinks about it, he shakes his head again. The spirited beads are aimed at the ancient Wu. They are very repulsive to other forces, but they are not afraid of the Lord of the Gods. Any way.
Only rely on Ling Feng himself.
"Then fight for a fight, don't worry about this life!" Purple wind cold shouted.
"Dare to dig Xiaoye, don't overturn you today, Xiaoye, I don't surname Ling!" Ling Feng screamed, the power of the gods swooped out, shrouded himself, and then, with that Force, directly rushed into the spirit beads.