Chapter 323 Pseudo-immortal `three burials`

Just now, the emperor's split suddenly attacked, which bought Lin Feng a few breaths and let him show his power. Thirty or so monks died in his hands and under his son of blood. The disciples of the Refinery School also killed and injured several people, but most of them died in the pseudo-respect level collision just now.

"Kill him, or we won't lose face." A hypocrite suddenly roared, and a black fog suddenly rose from his body, and the cry of ghosts and wolves came from the fog, which suddenly made people upset.

Then this strange scene gushed out of three puppets. The remaining three puppets wore a set of top-quality magic weapon suit on their bodies. Judging from the aura fluctuations above, one is good at fire power, one is good at gold power, and one is good at earth power.

Four ghost gate pseudo-respects, three five-e elements pseudo-respects.

"Let's run for your own lives." Lin Feng cleaned up the ordinary disciples of the Demon Gate and immediately found that the other party's seven hypocrites were about to fight desperately. He couldn't help shouting. He quickly withdrew the 40 blood gods who had greatly increased their strength, and then the heart of the space world took back the six more seriously injured.

"Lin Daoyou, you are actually in the battle..." Yun Piaomiao obviously didn't expect that the new generation of legend of the Beast Spirit Gate would leave as soon as he left, and he was demagogic before leaving.

"You bastards, it's worth it as long as they can kill you." The three pseudo-zuns of the Five-evil Gate suddenly broke out, and three palms were blown out to the ordinary disciples of the Refinery Gate, each of which turned into a huge axe, and its power was unstoppable.

Yun Piao Miaojiao shouted, and more than a dozen rays of light were shot out of it. Every time the light turned into a monk, it was actually the strength of evolution. These are the disciples of the devil who were imprisoned in the inner space by Yun Piaomiao. Perhaps these disciples sensed the crisis of life and death and actually exerted their strength at the same time to fight all the fighting power into the sky.

But these are all in vain. More than a dozen demon disciples were suddenly shaken into a blood fog, but they also blocked the three huge axes that continued to fall.

"Well, you are so poisonous." A pseudo-respect of the Five-e elements gate jumped like thunder. At this time, he saw Lin Feng, who had left, appear in the team. He suddenly grabbed Tian Yizi's shoulder and took him into a streamer and flew away.

"Resolve them quickly." At the same time, the four pseudo-respects of the Ghost Gate attacked Yun Miaomiao and the precariously seriously injured pseudo-respect.

"Brother, be careful."

Bang...

The corners of Yun Piaomian's mouth overflowed with blood, and the two pseudo-respects of the refinery door were even more unbearable. All of them were beaten and vomited blood. One of them's chest was sunk, and I don't know how many bones were smashed.

Yun Piaomiao's heart was dripping blood. She was unable to help those ordinary disciples of the fairy sect again. She watched the three pseudo-respects of the Five-effect split the three axes again, bombarding all the remaining disciples into blood fog.

The two peers no longer have the ability to fight again. If she can't break through, she will face the situation of one person to seven people. Unless there is a miracle in this situation, there is no possibility of severance.

The seven pseudo-respects of the Magic Gate showed a vicious look on their faces and surrounded them with a treacherous smile. If they take action again, it will be a decisive battle.

Yun Piaomiao calmed down at this time, and her eyes were firm. Her right hand was already on the handle of the sword, and the golden light came from the hilt of the sword.

"No, Sister Yun, break through quickly and avenge us in the future."

"Yes, sister, hurry up and don't work hard."

"Go, can she still walk?" A hypocrite of the ghost gate sneered a few times, and the black fog on his body turned into a huge skull floating overhead.

"Even if you die, you will pull up your back." Yun's voice became very hoarse, and her eyes slowly lost their light, and she could clearly see that her skin was dry.

"No, what secret skills is she going to use? She is sacrificing her own vitality and doing it." The pseudo-respect of the Seven Magic Gate was slightly stunned and immediately realized that they were all old monsters who had been monks for thousands of years, and naturally they could guess something from the appearance.

"If it's too late, let me show you the pseudo-fairy 'three burials' that I have realized." Yun Miao finally pulled out the sword, and suddenly the golden light filled the space with a radius of a hundred feet.

"Blood burial."

"Ah..." Countless screams came from the golden space that could not be looked directly at.

"Sacrifice the power against the sky with the flesh and blood of your hundreds of monks in the Demon Gate."

Seven loud noises, seven muffled hums.

But seven cracks appeared in the Baizhang space, which swallowed up the seven layers of the golden light. It can be faintly seen that the seven puppets of the Devil's Gate are a little embarrassed. Everyone has sword wounds and keeps spewing blood.

The situation was even worse. Her whole body had turned into a red pink skeleton, but there were hundreds of soul thoughts around her, and under the control of an invisible force, she could not escape at all.

"This is a pseudo-fairy created by the three burial saints. It is extremely powerful. Let's go." The pseudo-respect of a ghost door seems to recognize where the secret method displayed by Yun Piaomiao came from.

The seven puppets bit the tip of the tongue at the same time and spewed out a mouthful of blood, which stimulated the potential. The sword wound on the body quickly healed, and the combat power on the body was surging again.

"It's useless. You have been buried in my blood. The more you use the secret of self-harm, the more serious the consequences will be. Then take my second move 'Soul Burial'. Yun Piaomiao waved the sword in her hand again, and the hundred soul thoughts floating around her exploded at the same time, producing a more powerful force, and an extremely compressed destructive force burst out of her body.

This time, both sides have triggered the strongest explosive power. Although the seven puppets are powerful, at this time, they don't know why they only emit the usual two layers of power. In the erratic bombardment, he couldn't resist it and failed one after another. Everyone held their heads and roared like a fierce beast.

After Yun Miao released the 'soul burial', his strength was also exhausted, and his delicate body became a pink skeleton, but there was also a little breath of life, and the whole body fell straight to the ground.

"Sister Yun." The two dead hypocrites of the refinery door roared at the same time.

"Well, you're lucky. I owe Yizi a favor that day, and I'll give it back to him this time." The falling cloud was caught by the sudden appearance of Lin Feng. Although I just saw the extremely shocking scene when Yun Piaomiao used pseudo-fairy magic, seeing the appearance of the fairy after sacrificing his own vitality so close still gushed out a chill from the depths of his heart.

Pseudo-immortalism is a great ability to understand the rule realm. The ethereal fairy is only a giant at the peak of integration, and there is a gap of one hundred and eight thousand miles, or even one million miles away from being eligible to participate in pseudo-immortalism. If you want to forcibly use this kind of secret art that is not within the scope of your own ability, you can only sacrifice and sacrifice your own vitality.

At the beginning, Lin Feng sacrificed his vitality in order to forcibly urge the Qiankun whip to deal with the divine and Taoist baby. Fortunately, he had many healing elixirs, spiritual fluids, and light purification techniques that can assist in healing wounds.

He took out a elixirs and stuffed it into Yun's mouth. A bright rune flew out and scattered a piece of light. Then she pulled out a ball of dragon blood and sprinkled it on her. Under the transformation of the purification technique, it turned into a rolling force into her body.

While helping Yun Piaomiao heal his wounds, Lin Feng said to the two hypocrites of the refinery door, "Stay close to your mind and seal your soul."

Although I don't understand why Lin Feng ordered this, the two pseudo-respects still obeyed and protected the soul in the space of Zifu with the remaining power.

Seeing that the seven pseudo-respects of the magic gate were about to get out of the power of 'soul burial', Lin Feng showed a proud smile on his mouth. He summoned the three five-clawed dragon emperors and showed the 'King's sigh'. Although this kind of secret art is known from the mouth of the little demon king that it is a real fairy art, but in terms of Lin Feng's current cultivation power, it is also at most at the prefecture-level magic level.

The only difference is that this secret skill specializes in attacking the enemy's soul. As long as the divine baby has not been condensed, it will always be affected a little. Especially when the enemy is seriously injured, it is even more powerful.

Sure enough, the three dragon emperors roared and brought the seven pseudo-respects into the abyss of depravity again.

"This, this..." The eyes of the two pseudo-respects of the Refinery Gate were frightened. Even in the face of the pursuit of the seven pseudo-respects, they did not show the expression at this time.

The twelve perfect magic skills of the Buddhist world helped Lin Feng control the seven pseudo-respects in a short time. Lin Feng put them all into the five elements space, which can make their injuries recover well in that world.

Tian Yizi flew from afar. He was the only intact monk among all. Seeing that the scene was in a mess, his body couldn't help shivering a few times, and then came to the two puppets to heal their wounds. However, he kept looking at Lin Feng and was relieved to see the flesh and blood of the ethereal fairy slowly full.

Not long ago, he was forcibly taken away by Lin Feng. Although he knew that it was a kindness, how could he be alone in that kind of disaster, so he summoned up the courage to beg Lin Feng to help him.

Sure enough, Lin Feng was very powerful. When he returned to the battlefield, all the battles were over. He didn't see Yun Piaomiao sacrifices and perform pseudo-fairy, so he thought it was Lin Feng's credit in his heart.

While urging the art of light purification, Lin Feng was thinking about who the three burials were sacred. This pseudo-immortal 'three burials' only performed two burials, and I don't know what the last burial was.

It's just that a giant at the peak of the fusion realm, who sacrificed the lives of hundreds of monks, urged the power to defeat the seven false respects. How terrible it is. If it is a blood sacrifice for the lives of thousands of thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions of monks, how terrible the power will be.

"No wonder this cloud can rank first in the latent dragon list. It's really not easy to mess with. It seems that I'm going to speed up the cultivation of the Blood God." Lin Feng once again pulled out a ball of blood and sprinkled it on the ethereal fairy's body. A breath of life emanated from the gradually plump body, and the ethereal fairy couldn't help moaning.