Chapter 337 The Seven Clans of War

The woman was obviously stunned. Lin Feng didn't wait for her to answer at all. He immediately continued, "If I guess correctly, the ancestors of your war clan should have something to do with the puppet fairy sect of my original heart world. Maybe it's the disciple of the puppet fairy sect."

Look at the woman's stiff look, Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders and said more freely, "And I also know that there is a treasure in your warrior clan, which has some kind of magical connection with the coming White Bone Throne."

"Ha ha, I've said enough. You can go. At worst, let's catch a few more people who are afraid of death and torture them. Well, this is a good way.

"Don't be so troublesome." The woman took a few deep breaths and said helplessly, "What do you want to know?"

"What can you tell us? Just pick up what you can say and tell us. Anyway, the monks of the source world have arrived. Even if we don't listen to the news, the rest of the people will use all kinds of means to understand the details of the warrior clan. Also, what's your name?"

"Hmm." The woman snorted, and her eyes were sharp, "My name is Zhan Xiaoxiao, a member of the Jin nationality of war. The war clan is divided into seven clans, Jin clan, Mu clan, aquarium, fire clan, Turkish clan, light clan, and dark clan. Each clan forms a huge tribe, and the seven clans of war are scattered in the seven areas of this space world.

The Seven Major Clans of War? Lin Feng thought while thinking about it, and his eyes suddenly moved, as if he knew something.

"If I guess correctly, each of your clan will try its best to cultivate a disciple with the best single-series power attributes, and then combine the seven disciples with different power attributes into a strange array. This array has the power to destroy the world and can turn the world around at a critical moment. It must be a war situation, right?"

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Zhan Xiaoxiao's forehead, which obviously acquiesced to Lin Feng's speculation.

"Since you have guessed it, why do you ask so many questions?"

"I just guessed it. I just said it casually. I don't expect to guess it." Lin Feng sneed his lips, "Speaking of which, my fairy gate has a lot to do with the puppet fairy gate. What do you think this is?" Lin Feng turned his hand and took it, and a water-based combat puppet of the middle grade magic weapon appeared, and a soul force controlled it to change into a two-meter-high combat form.

"It's really a perfect battle puppet." Zhan Xiaoxiao didn't expect that the man in front of him also had such a powerful fighting puppet. She looked carefully at Lin Feng. In the early stage of the evolution of this person's Dharma cultivation, he was not even as good as herself. Why did the elders and pseudo-respectful monks behind him respect him?

"I have a lot of this. I'll give it to you, and it's also a reward for you." Lin Feng generously withdrew his soul power and threw the puppet that had been restored into a small mate to Zhan Xiaoxiao. Zhan Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand meaningfully, and his expression was constantly changing, as if he was guessing whether there was fraud in it.

"What, you don't like it? In that case, give it back to me." Lin Feng wanted to take it, but he saw Zhan Xiaoxiao's eyebrows and shot out a strange rune. The rune penetrated into the water-based warrior couple, and suddenly turned into a two-meter-high battle form with a bang.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up and finally concluded that the woman in front of him was not a soul mutation, but a secret skill that could divide the soul. Each rune represents a complete idea, like a soul idea.

Suddenly, a breath of terror rose from hundreds of miles away, which was a momentum that condensed an infinite murderous spirit, and the world was suddenly dark. Lin Feng jumped into the air, and his soul power swept away. He saw a huge knife up to a hundred feet away. His whole body was dark, and only a faint blood light flowed at the blade.

"That's the famous skill of the black-shirted guest, and it is also a kind of pseudo-fairy art called the Nether Blood Blade. With his strength, it is enough to exert five layers of power." Yun Piaomiao was very knowledgeable. When he saw the knife of the sky, he suddenly recognized the origin. The black-shirted man actually performed pseudo-fairy. Lin Feng can also feel that the destructive power of this pseudo-fairy is more terrible than the destructive power when Yun Miaoyi performed the pseudo-fairy 'three burials'.

The opponents of the black-shirted guest are five old men, three of whom are the peak cultivation of the disaster. One has reached the realm of ordinary pseudo-respect, and the other has reached the realm of pseudo-respect. And they all use gold combat puppets at the top-quality magic weapon level.

The five people are good at formation and control the five puppets. Unexpectedly, they also burst out with nearly 40 million combat power. No wonder the black-shirted guest was forced to display box pressure skills.

"The Blood Blade of the Underworld." The huge knife of a hundred feet split down.

"A blow from the soldiers." Under the control of the five-person array, the five golden puppets each launched the strongest attack. The five major attacks combined into one point to form a huge golden gun, which attacked head-on under the continuous mana.

"Kka..."

The two most powerful killing moves collided with each other, and the score was high and low. The five golden battle puppets were bombarded out, making a harsh sound that was about to collapse. And the power also consumed nearly eight layers of the huge knife still hit the five people.

The power of Tianfei Zun is fully exerted here.

"No, flash." The hypocrite waved his hands and overturned all four people around him, but he roared angrily and held up a layer of golden shield outside his body.

A hypocrite completely exerts his power field, and his defense is also extremely terrible. When the huge knife hit the top, it just made it tremble slightly.

"Losing the battle puppet, let's see what qualifications you have to resist. I will arrest you today and become my believers." The black-shirted guest smiled and condensed a hundred-foot huge knife again, wanting to perform the second pseudo-fairy. At this moment, the five members of the Jin clan showed a vicious look. Each of them waved their hands and five battle puppets appeared again. However, this time it is a five-eline combat puppet, which is also a top-grade magic weapon.

The hypocrite opened his mouth and spit out a piece of blood, which was integrated into the golden puppet he summoned, stimulating its greatest power. "The five elements kill array."

"Haha, I won't accompany you. It won't be long before you die." The black-shirted man suddenly moved and turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in place. At this moment, he used the wind escape technique and ran away.

"I didn't expect that the black-shirted guest would quit halfway, which is completely contrary to his usual style." Yun Piao muttered, and Xiu Mei immediately moved slightly, "No, there are still people."

When the five people of the Jin nationality were relieved when they saw the black-shirted guest retreating, they were immediately relieved. They put away the battle puppets one after another and just wanted to leave. But a woman came out of the ground. Suddenly, the woman appeared, and the Buddha suddenly flashed behind her head. "Those who believe in me can cross the eternal disaster, those who believe in me can get the way of heaven, and those who believe in me can get immortality."

A hundred-foot-old giant Buddha sang a curling Sanskrit sound. Countless wan jie runes flew out of the mouth of the big Buddha, connected with each other, sprinkled boundless brilliance, and enveloped all five people in.

Lin Feng's scalp was shocked. He had more than a dozen perfect magic skills in his five elements of soul thoughts. At this time, he sensed the breath of the big Buddha and trembled faintly.

Yun Miao's fists were clenched tightly, and the eye-catching blood flowed out of her fingertips. "Fan Yinxiu also used a pseudo-fairy skill 'to all sentient beings'. She wanted to cross the five people alive and become her believers."

Lin Feng didn't care about the life or death of the five Jin people, but Yun Miao's last words suddenly attracted his attention. In his opinion, the ability of this pseudo-fairy is similar to his heavenly magic power 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship', which are all crossing people and controlling each other. But I didn't expect that this pseudo-fairy did not wear out the other party's mind at the same time.

The five people were beaten unprepared. Among them, the three golden monks in the disaster immediately bowed to the ground. They touched their eyebrows and actually summoned their souls from the space of Zifu. The three souls were wrapped in countless scorpion runes and turned into a head-sized golden sphere. The sphere kept wriggling and changing, and finally turned into three human figures. Look at the appearance, which is extremely similar to the Sanskrit show.

"Ah, third commander, go back to the clan quickly to report." The ordinary pseudo-sage monk held his head and shouted miserably, but his mind was still sober. He slapped it and sent the far away pseudo-sage out of the Buddha's light.

"I'll fight with you, it's explosive." The pseudo-respect of the Golden Clan of War shouted out three explosive words in a row. The first one to explode was his two top-grade magic weapon-level battle puppets, and the last one exploded was his own body.

The power generated by a pseudo-emper's self-explosion must not be underestimated, and there are also two combat puppets.

"It's not a good thing to be a warrior." The Fanyin show slapped six palms in a row, forcing all the power generated by the self-explosion back. However, the three monks who had just been crossed were also involved. Under the destruction of the two forces, they suddenly turned into nothingness.

Fan Yinxiu's face was extremely ugly. In the case of a sneak attack, he did not succeed. It's just the monk in the disaster. If the ordinary pseudo-respect and the earth pseudo-respect are crossed, the power of faith generated will be very strong.

"Why don't you catch up?" After a gust of wind, the departing black-shirted guest came back, with a shallow smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Well, you have to go by yourself." Fanyin Xiuqiong snorted in her nose, didn't look at him, and turned around and left.

Looking at the back of the Sanskrit show, the black-shirted guest also sighed and said helplessly, "I also want to, but aren't there some people still hiding in the depths? If those people don't show up, I don't want to be a victim.

Lin Feng coughed gently, and Zhan Xiaoxiao around him seemed to be very excited.

"It's the third leader of my family. He is a strong man of pseudo-respect, and he can't catch the other party's move together. Who is that woman?

"A very powerful woman. Anyway, we are not enough for her to kill. How many leaders of your Jin clan are there? If you tell me, maybe I will help him once. You can also see that he seems to be seriously injured. It is still unknown whether he can insist on returning to the Jin clan.

Zhan Xiaoxiao's baby fat face changed slightly, "There are 35 leaders of the seven clans of war. The five people of each clan are all pseudo-respecting monks.