Chapter 62 The Battle of Tianjiao

"Brother Zhong, did you come to quarrel with me today?" Leng Mufeng sighed slightly and said helplessly.

"What do you say?" Zhong Lingtian's eyes condensed, "I just don't want you to regret the decision you made today in the future."

Leng Mufeng solemnly glanced at Zhong Lingtian and said in a low voice, "My Leng Mufeng has always been right and wrong, but whether right or wrong, there is no word regret! I appreciate Brother Zhong's kindness.

"It seems that you have really been hit hard by this change..."

"Don't talk to me about these things!" Leng Mufeng interrupted him, and an inexplicable look suddenly gushed out in his eyes and said, "Can you tell me why only my Blood Palace suffered such a tragic loss in that same battle!" Neither the Heavenly Ghost Mansion nor the Demon Holy Religion have lost any elite power, especially your Heavenly Ghost Mansion, which is almost perfect! If it hadn't been for the immortal blood sword that has been passed down to this day, my father would have fallen there! Father won't tell me the reason. Do you know the news about the war!?"

Su Yan was shocked. What does Leng Mufeng mean?

"Cold bathe the wind!" Zhong Lingtian looked angry and said with white hair, "Do you mean that I buried the Heavenly Ghost Mansion and the Demon Holy Religion to harm your Blood Emperor Hall!? Do you know who helped you retreat in recent years? Now it's even more courageous to provoke Tianyun Danzong. Do you want to break with us!? I'll see who else can help you!"

"Then tell me what happened in that war! Your master is so important to you that you must know something!" Leng Mufeng's tone softened a little, but he did not hold on the thought in his heart, but asked what had happened in the battle.

"I don't know anything!" Zhong Lingtian's face did not change, and his expression was not unnatural at all.

Leng Mufeng suddenly lowered his head, and couldn't see any expression on his face. He said in a low voice, "I have long heard that Brother Zhong is born with extraordinary talent. He is a rare heavenly pride physique in the burial ghost house for hundreds of years. Today, I, Leng Mufeng, want to see it, and I would like to ask Brother Zhong for advice!"

Wow... Many people showed a surprised look on their faces. They didn't expect to encounter the battle between Leng Mufeng and Zhong Lingtian. Both of them are the proud figures in the world. What kind of sparks will they have when they collide!?

Su Yan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he faintly saw a hint.

Leng Mufeng's recent depression is too heavy, and his ability is not enough to carry the whole religion of the Blood Palace. He is already very tired! He wants to remove the burden, and he wants to fight passionately! He wants to remove all the factors that hinder his progress on the road of his strong man!

Zhong Lingtian was slightly surprised to hear this, and then a trace of fire appeared in his eyes, and his white hair said, "As you wish!"

Boom! Two powerful momentum rose to the sky, and the two couldn't help breaking through the zenith of this gorgeous pavilion, bringing strong spiritual fluctuations and hitting the sky!

It's too exaggerated! Fight as soon as you say!

The people beside him couldn't help but palpitate, and then flew out of the pavilion one after another, looking for the figures of the two excitedly.

The whole ancient city of phantom almost sensed the violent fluctuations here, and pedestrians stopped to watch the battle between the rare heroes!

Su Yan was secretly relieved. Perhaps, Leng Mufeng scattered his energy in other aspects and did not find his breath. The two walked out of the pavilion one after another and looked up to the sky, where there was a more violent spiritual fluctuation!

The cold wind is covered with strong blood light, and behind it is also bright red, like a sea of blood! The handsome face was full of fighting spirit, and powerful attacks continued to unfold. Blood flashed in the sky, and the cold breeze seemed to be in a sea of blood, which set off a huge wave!

"Oh! Blood God leads, it's really domineering!" Zhong Lingtian was handsome, born with white hair and a sickly pale face, but his eyes were a little flushed at this moment, and he couldn't help humming.

This is the domineering place attracted by the blood god, which affects the enemy's qi and blood. When it is against the enemy, it will exert great pressure on the opponent!

"Burial soul!" Zhong Lingtian's white hair floated and shouted coldly.

"Ring Bell!" The string of copper bells hanging around his waist kept ringing, and there was a cold breath around him. A faint blue light kept overflowing from the copper bells, and then disappeared into his eyebrows. The flush on Zhong Lingtian's face instantly retreated, and it was even paler than before. His figure looked a little illusory in the blue light, and then Completely turned into a blue light and kept colliding with the cold wind in the sea of blood!

Under the fierce spiritual fluctuations, bursts of violent wind tore the clouds in the air, and a blue light collided with a blood-colored light!

Su Yan vaguely felt that Leng Mufeng's cultivation was higher than that of Nangong Yao, and his lowest level was also the strength at the peak of the disaster. Perhaps with his natural resources, it was not impossible to understand the true meaning of the king's realm!

And Zhong Lingtian, who fought with him, has the same cultivation and combat power, and Zhong Lingtian himself is still an extremely rare and special psychic ghost body in the burial ghost house!

The fierce collision in the sky also made Su Yan's eyes shine. Seeing the power and power released by this strong man, he did not have the slightest envy and fear! Because sooner or later, he will be comparable to these so-called heavenly prides!

In the high sky, the two gradually hit the real fire, and the transparent aftershocks of strength became more intense!

Cold Mufeng's eyes are full of war spirit, sneer! A huge bloody light about 100 feet long was cut out of the bloody knife in Leng Mufeng's hand!

buzz! Buzz! The extremely sharp bell sounded! People watching the battle in the distance covered their ears with their hands, and the unbearable people even briefly lost their ears!

"Indestructible Blood King's Knife? Imitation of Lingbao? I'm afraid this treasure is close to the divine soldier level, isn't it?" Zhong Lingtian turned into a blue light and shadow and stood with his hands behind his back. A simple and thick huge copper bell emitting fluorescence appeared in front of him! It is exactly the same style as the previous copper bell hanging around the waist.

The blood-colored light chopped on it with majestic force, constantly stirring up the sound of sharp copper bells, but it did not hurt Zhong Lingtian. When Zhong Lingtian looked at the cold wind with a bloody knife on the opposite side, he looked a little unnatural.

"Brother Zhong, the psychic ghost body is really extraordinary! If others had been suppressed by my blood god, I'm afraid they would have been unable to fight again!" The cold wind is covered with a silver robe, with a strong breath, and his feminine and handsome face is full of fighting spirit: "I think we'd better fight again in another place!"

Zhong Lingtian pondered slightly, looked at the crowd below, and said with white hair: "Hmm! It's really tied here, as you wish!"

Boom! The blood knife and the copper bell collided fiercely, the blue light and blood light raged in the sky, and the deafening sound kept coming, which made everyone excited! However, the two figures became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the distant sky!

Many people shouted that it was a pity, and many people caught up and wanted to know the final result of this war!

Leng Mufeng and Zhong Lingtian are both extremely handsome masters, and their combat effectiveness is powerful and extraordinary. At this time, the battle spread all over the ancient city of Huanling in an instant, attracting many beautiful women to secretly move their hearts. They were in the deep pavilion. Seeing their handsome figures, they fought farther and farther away, and in the end, they could not see anything. , I can't help sighing in my heart.

Su Yan smiled faintly and looked at the priest and said, "Let's go."

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In Mingzhou, a cold mountain forest in the northern region, Su Yan frowned and looked at the priest who was immersed in cultivation. Through the pregnant spirit of the corpse scriptures, the priest was given a part of Su Yan's personality. At the same time, the powerful power contained in Su Yan's blood also gave him the third level of refining the corpse, the cultivation of the flying corpse realm!

However, without enough quenching of the spirit, the pale golden corpse elixir in the priest's body still looks extremely empty and unstable, as if it will fall into the realm of the second-order hairy corpse at any time, which makes Su Yan feel a little embarrassed.

If it is in Hongzhou in the middle, he can directly put the priest into the sea of flowers of the Little Fairy Forest Sect, where there is an endless gloomy vein, which can make the priest absorb enough and stabilize the current state, but the northern Mingzhou lacks this treasure, which bothers the two.

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