Chapter 852 Succession

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Lin Feng opened his eyes, his mind moved, and his body and body suddenly disengaged. Now that the three emperors carry the tripod altar have been integrated into the magic weapon split, and he is quietly cultivating in the creative world with the resentful immortals.

"Congratulations to Lin Feng, the day of becoming emperor is just around the corner." As soon as Lin Feng came out of the array, he immediately received many supreme congratulations. However, Lin Feng knew that he wanted to become a real emperor. There was still a lack of the two true scriptures of demons. Only by integrating the remaining two true scriptures into the Demon Emperor's Flying Sutra and the Demon Emperor's Flying Sutra, the three emperors can truly condense his own imperial spirit and his own imperial way.

As the Blood Demon Lord said, Lin Feng's imperial way is to teach all sentient beings and dominate fate, that is, the Pope in their minds.

Raising his hand, one space world after another landed, and the Feisheng sect formed countless independent spaces layer by layer. In the Feisheng Hall, nearly 2,000 and a half steps of supreme, a total of 17 supreme ancestors are in the same place. In terms of quantity, the Feisheng Hall has begun to have a large atmosphere, but in fact, there is no real strong man who can shock the world. Moreover, the five most powerful supreme ancestors, the fallen ancestors, the immortal ancient ancestor, the immortal ancient ancestor, the first ancestor of Jiangu, the assassination of the ancestor, and the hermit ancestor, are not disciples of the Feisheng Sect. They are just united because of interests.

The injury of the fallen ancestor has recovered to the seventh floor, which was done on the basis of Lin Feng's provision of a large amount of Xuanhuangyuan power, otherwise it would not be possible to do it in a million years.

The dragon positions are condensed one by one, and they are divided into two sides. Lin Feng is the head of the Feisheng Sect, and his special identity is also special, so the most noble high position is still sitting on it.

After listening to the description of Jian Lao and others, Lin Feng fell into meditation. Unexpectedly, he returned to the world of the Three Emperors and still failed to hide it from them. More importantly, the son of the three emperors is a little too ambiguous about himself. Many imperial concubines of the three sects were dispatched for the purpose of Lin Feng alone, which made him a little uneasy. Although his strength is not bad, there is almost no resistance in front of those imperial concubines.

"It won't be so hard to kill themselves with their strength." Lin Feng figured this out and decided to go to the two demons. Moreover, he also understood that there should be no civil strife between the three sects. Each sect wants to make its own ideas. No matter which sect he goes to, the other two sects must be secretly prepared.

"Lin Feng Xiaoyou, what's your plan?" The depraved ancestor asked.

"There is an old saying among mortals in the secular world that you can't get a tiger without entering the tiger's beard. If you want to figure out what the three are paying attention to, you have to take a risk. Moreover, the three relationships are like an iron triangle. If either side is broken, the other two sides will be implicated. Lin Feng's eyes glanced at Jianyi, Ziyi, Rufei, Ye Fei, Gu Fang and others, "First help them achieve the supreme road, and then I will go to the meeting in person. The two demons are not only very dangerous, but also a great opportunity for me.

Lin Feng also practices the 27th Avenue. The higher his strength, the greater the difficulty in practicing the road, but once he is cultivated, the higher his achievements will be. Therefore, the two demons must be obtained, so that his strength can progress faster.

Hearing that Lin Feng wanted to help his disciples achieve the Supreme Avenue, the whole hall was noisy, and countless deep breaths came one after another.

"Lin Feng Xiaoyou, what do you need for us old bones to help? Just open your mouth." Hearing this, the four ancestors of the Immortal Ancient Clan, the Immortal Yin Clan, the Assassination Sect, and the Dead Sword Valley were also excited one by one. They needed a new supreme ancestor in the sect, especially during the period when the dark tide was surging and the transformation was about to rise.

"Although we don't have many ancestral protectors, we can control the blade of fate and change the interval of the three-sever punishment, so that everyone has enough time to recover. Many supreme Taoist friends only need to protect them at critical moments and help them return to their peak as soon as possible.

"Okay, it's up to us."

"In that case, I began to array." Lin Feng escapes from the flying hall, reaches out and grabs it in the air. Countless roars sounded, and ninety-nine and eighty-one peaks rose from the ground. Countless prohibitions fell on it, and suddenly the peaks flashed dazzlingly and finally formed a piece.

Lin Feng was in it. With a wave of his right hand, the three emperors flew out of the altar.

"Fate comes out, the flood appears." Lin Feng condensed a punch and suddenly bombarded it, and the altar also shot a light at the same time. Together with Lin Feng's fist, he suddenly opened the crystal wall of the world of the Three Emperors, and an entrance to the torrent was revealed.

As soon as he moved, he sat on the altar, mobilized all his strength, and shouted, "What are you waiting for?"

The light flashed continuously, Jianyi, Gu Fang, Hua Xue Mo Zun, Ye Fei, San Dao, Against the fate, Yin Qing, Linghuang, Kuhuang, Minghuang. A total of ten half-step supremes who broke through a chaotic year flew to the altar. One by one, their breath was surging and their minds were high. They had never been as crazy as they are now.

"Keep the immortal will in your heart, follow your heart, forget everything, and destroy the magic barrier." Lin Feng's whole body was surrounded by golden light, and the shadow of the three emperors appeared again. A bright curved blade appeared in his right hand. He was bathed in the power of fate and dominated the reincarnation of life and death of all sentient beings.

"There is an interval of 20 breaths between two knives, which is the limit of my master." Lin Feng's last words are for those supreme ancestors. He can control the blade of fate, but it doesn't mean that he can do whatever he wants.

"The first knife of the blade of fate, the magic barrier in the soul, all kinds of past are scattered." Lin Feng's whole body entered an empty state. There was only a knife in his hand, only a knife in his eyes, and a knife in his heart. There was nothing but a knife in heaven and earth. His fairy power is rapidly being consumed, and the blade of fate is crazy/drawing his soul power.

A light shines across the sky, and no one can describe the greatness, power and horror of that light. The half-step supreme disciples watching outside the array raised an extremely horrible illusion in their hearts, as if even their souls were being destroyed.

It's just a knife. Except for the blood demon, the rest of the ten people shouted. Their souls broke into two halves at the same time, and dark blue smoke rose one by one. Their soul breath quickly weakens and will be extinguished at any time.

The supreme ancestor, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed into their bodies, and 20 breaths were enough for them to treat. If in the past, the blade of fate attacked independently, only three breaths apart, so many supreme ancestor guardians were needed, and at the critical moment, they took action to help them recover their strength.

Each supreme ancestor has stored a large number of treasures, especially for the restoration of soul power. The Sword Valley of the Dead, the immortal ancient clan, and the assassination of the three major sects have only one supreme ancestor. Therefore, there are also a lot of elixir prepared for the disciples of the sect. Now it comes in handy, and a large number of them are scattered out, which is cheaper than the other half-step supreme disciples.

Lin Feng took a hard breath, and Xuanhuang Yuanli swarmed into the Zifu space. With only 15 breaths, his soul power returned to its peak.

With the support of the supreme ancestors at the expense of consumption, the souls of all disciples also healed quickly, blooming with strong fairy power, and their souls were rapidly transforming. With a bang, the three venerable people first achieved the soul of immortals, and then Ye Fei. When Ye Fei was promoted to the ten immortal disasters, there was a sealing power in his body, and his identity showed a sense of mystery. At this time, it was the second successful metamorphosis. His fairy soul had just succeeded, and there seemed to be something in his body that was broken with a click. A turbulent and vast power rushed out, and his power was actually roaring. As it rose, it soon molted its skin for two chaotic years, which had not stopped. With only five breaths, the power has soared to three chaotic years, which surprised those onlookers and their ancestors.

Then there were purple clothes, Ru Fei, Gu Fang, and the four palace owners, which succeeded in mutations in 20 breaths, and roared one by one.

"Hum, concentrate on accepting the second knife of the blade of fate, cut off the body and create the world, and enter the flood and earth." The blade of fate above Lin Feng's head stroked again. It seemed that the world was completely divided. The bodies of the ten people suddenly turned into blood fog, which made the onlookers scream in horror, which was horrible. Because they had never heard of it, they thought they couldn't bear it and died one after another.

"Keep your soul awake and let the body transform." Lin Feng's voice resounded all over the earth, and the soul power consumed by the second knife doubled, which scared him to swallow ten Xuanhuangyuan power in a row.

Soon, the ten lights of fate wrapped around the ten spheres and flew into the turbulence, and the body that turned into a blood fog also quickly condensed.

Many venerable people took action again. In order to buy time, they disdained to consume their own original strength to help them accelerate the shaping of new bodies.

The strength of the ten people has obviously changed again and can't help improving.

"All kinds of things in the past are illusory, and the third knife is cut back into the pain of reincarnation." Hundreds of millions of light burst out in Lin Feng's eyes. With the last knife, his whole body suddenly appeared cracked and bloody. Unexpectedly, he couldn't withstand the counterattack of fate in the last knife and was seriously injured.

Fortunately, he has infinite treasures. Xuanhuang Yuanli and the tenth-level holy elixir are burned without capital consumption, and the cracked scars are gradually healed.

The third cut is the pain of reincarnation, which will not cause damage to their souls and bodies, but only wait for them to wake up.

Because of his experience in his previous life, he knows how to seize every opportunity to make his potential reach the highest level. His metamorphosis is the most successful. The original power of more than three chaotic years has been raised to the peak of four chaotic years, and he is only a little almost able to break through five chaotic years.

"Who is he and why is his potential so high?" The change of the blood demon also aroused the vision of those supreme ancestors.