Chapter 861: My life and trust in the inheritance of the Dragon 60
What is a dementor?
The San Xuanhao Yujue, which Xia Feng currently masters, has not yet mastered the essence, but just relies on the Tiandi bottle to barely peep into some fur, which is at most a realm of perfection.
It can deter the soul of the delicate dream in an instant and make it lose its mind. The most important thing is to rely on the power of the ancient dragon soul. Such a strong man will win or lose in an instant. How can Xia Feng let go of this great opportunity?
That's absolutely impossible!
The evil sword and the imperial sword in the sky almost instantly heard the call of the divine mind, turning into two streamers with a momentum like a broken bamboo, cutting it off crazily, and destroying the ring.
Not only that, Xia Feng pinched out the immortals with both hands, and the thunder and the fire of silence fell from the sky. In an instant, the Taoism shrouded the sky of the seventh level, just like the end of the world!
The violent explosion like the collapse of mountains and rivers, turbulence in the whole land of dead souls. I only saw the ring of the seventh level, the gathering storm, just like a nuclear explosion!
The ring of the seventh level was only repaired for seven points. At this time, it can be said that it gradually collapsed. By the time the delicate dream woke up, she was already in a sea of fire and countless Taoism.
Before she could scream painfully, she was divided into two by the emperor's sword. Then the sword turned into 100,000 sword spirit and exploded itself. The momentum was comparable to the power of the explosion of a planet. Even though the delicate dream used to be the eight-source and half emperor, but now it is just a remnant soul, and can't accept such an impact.
"Bang--!"
The soul collapsed and was buried in the sea of fire.
Xia Feng stood proudly in the sky and looked at this scene flatly. He had expected that this would happen. So what? If the other party wants to take his own life, can't he be captured by himself?
When the elders saw this scene, they all sighed.
Although the delicate dream is their ancestor... but what this ancestor did is really unpopular. The cause of death was entirely because he was too arrogant. Now he has suffered disaster. Didn't he force Xia Feng? Who can be blamed?
After two hours, the shaking power completely dissipated.
In this empty space, only some fragments were left in it, and the ring was completely destroyed. The delicate dream is naturally nowhere to be found.
The ring is completely destroyed, so the delicate dream naturally can't rely on the power of the ring's array and resurrect again! Wow--!" Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The battle just now was also a big load for him.
If it hadn't been for Tiandiping to help him in the end, the other party really wanted to fight to the death with him, and finally he could win, he would have to pay a great price.
The divine consciousness dispersed. After searching for nearly half an hour, Xia Feng finally found the divine treasure two thousand miles away!
Banana fan!
It is rumored that this is a treasure refined by the Emperor of Heaven, and then refined by the Emperor of the Wind. How much power can such divine treasures exert in the hands of a lost soul? You should know that the divine power of the banana fan is not much weaker than that of the imperial soldiers!
It's just that the delicate dream is a dead soul, and it can really give full play to the power of the banana fan! She still has to be careful to control the seven styles contained in the banana fan. It is rumored that once it unfolds, it is comparable to the emperor's blow!
But... after all, it's just a rumor.
After finding the banana fan, Xia Feng took two steps in a row and came to the front of the fan, with a touch of fire in his eyes, which sacrificed the divine treasure with Kunpeng Shenyu!
Use 9,9999 kinds of emperor arrays, condensed into seven-style Taoism! Xia Feng got it, which can be called a tiger with wings!
"Kid, this banana fan is actually quite useful for you. The Wind Emperor once burned a full of 3,333 arrays on it, and you even practice the decision of the Wind Emperor. The two assist each other, which will make your Taoism to a higher level!" In Xia Feng's mind, Tiandi Ping said softly that he was a little weak. He really didn't contribute less to Xia Feng in the past few days.
"Have a good rest, and I'll take care of myself!" Xia Feng's eyes flashed, and he preached faintly.
The next one will be the eighth level!
The hardship of the eighth level is naturally unimaginable, so Xia Feng wants to raise his state to the most perfect level before he challenges.
The eighth level!
"Huanyu has disappeared. Who do you think will take over the war soul of the eighth level next?" An elder suddenly asked the four elders.
The general of the eighth level was completely erased by the divine power in the dark because he violated the iron law. Who will be the next level of the eighth level?
The four elders pondered for a moment, but he really couldn't figure it out. He muttered lightly, "According to the degree of the eighth level, the cultivation of the general should not be higher than that of the three sources and half emperors. Maybe it is possible for him."
Some elders showed melancholy in their eyes, showed a wry smile, and said, "That's good... At least, he is still sacrificing for the clan and has not compromised with fate."
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Who will be at the eighth level?
The eighth level is the last level to enter the Tianlong Pool. According to reason, it should be an ancient giant, and at least his cultivation must not be lower than the level of the three sources and half emperors.
Xianyoumeng was the Bayuan Bandi before her death. She used to be the general of the ninth level, because with the passage of time, the natural Taoism could not be maintained. Finally, she fell to the level of Eryuan Bandi and was demoted to the seventh level.
The eighth level.
The eighth level has thousands of miles of stars, which are extremely dazzling. On the ten thousand feet of ring, it is carved like a dragon.
From the red dragon to the purple golden dragon, it is majestic. The most shocking thing is that these dragons form a small circle, like a people, kneeling to a green-scale dragon.
The blue-scaled dragon is naturally the ancient Tianlong!
In the center of the ring, a day after the Huanyu clan dispersed, the soul silks in the sky gathered in the center. After a while, these souls slowly gathered into a figure in a black robe.
This person took a closer look and couldn't see his real face at all, which was extremely illusory.
The space in front of him was also distorted by seven points.
The soul source is extremely strong, as if it had just passed away.
After the complete condensation of the figure in the black robe, the fog of the illusory and twisted figure was completely broken, and a powerful and handsome face appeared, the most important thing!
This person is!
"Ha ha, after all, it is still resurrected in the land of the dead soul. I don't know if the inheritance has begun." The black-robed figure looked up at the sky, and the sharp light flashed in his eyes and muttered, "It's a pity that I, the Minglong, can't be in the protection clan!"
Two days later, Xia Feng stood up, shook his robe, and the peak momentum was in all directions. The monks at the peak of immortals were shocked to realize that such momentum would subconsciously bow down and show their respect!
The land of the dead soul is a nihilistic space, boundless. Xia Feng stood in the empty space, his palm turned over, and the banana fan had appeared in his hand.
"It's refined from Kunpeng Shenyu. Let's take it for yourself!" Xia Feng said secretly in his heart, putting his fingers in the center of his eyebrows, leading to a wisp of soul blood.
"From now on, you will be my Xia's sharp blade, cutting out all the fetters on the road for me, will you?" Xia Feng looked coldly at the banana fan in his hand and said lightly. As soon as the voice fell, a sense of imperial power overflowed on his body, as if the banana fan had sensed the breath of Xia Yujian.
I don't know how many years Xia Yujian has been following the Wind Emperor, and he has naturally been infected with the breath of the Wind Emperor. The banana fan was also a relic of the Wind Emperor. After half a column of incense, the banana fan trembled slightly. Xia Feng's face remained unchanged and said, "You still need an imperial array to completely turn into a supreme divine soldier. When I become a Taoist, I will naturally complete this last divine method. If your soldiers can practice successfully, I will naturally help you!"
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"Thank you..." The artifact in the banana fan whispered to Xia Feng, and the sound quality was quite childish. It seems that the spirit of this divine soldier has just been born.
The soul blood was integrated into the banana fan, and it was completely melted together without any resistance. Xia Feng suddenly had a lot of things in his mind, all of which were known to him.
The banana fan turned into a white light, entered the eyes of the summer wind, and took the opportunity to immerse himself in the Dantian, accompanied by the emperor's sword.
"Wow--!"
A long rainbow suddenly appeared in the place of the dead soul, and the lightning speed swept to the eighth level! Boom--!" Two hours later, a blue shadow fell on the ring of the eighth level out of thin air, and the shocking breath was in all directions.
The soul of war standing in the middle of the ring also slowly opened his eyes. Pluto opened his eyes, his indifferent pupils, and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that I could catch up with this inheritance."
"Little guy, who are you? I don't seem to have any impression of you!" Minglong looked at the summer wind in front of him, and his eyelids trembled.
From ancient times to the present, the emperor who stepped into the land of the dead soul has never appeared to have an inheritor with the strength of two and a half emperors. Even the Qing emperors who were proud of all generations at the beginning were just the strength of a source and a half emperor to challenge.
"The breath on your body is also very strange, with both the extremely pure dragon breath and the momentum of immortals. ..." When Minglong mentioned the fairy clan, his eyes were cold for seven points
He died in the Jiuxuan ice field on the third floor, and he hated the immortals to the extreme.
Xia Feng was not afraid and whispered his name. For a while, the atmosphere of the two was a little strange, and the breath of the underworld was extremely strange, sometimes *, sometimes calmed down, and seemed to hesitate to do it.
But at this time!
Many people outside the light curtain were silent after seeing the underworld dragon!
"Pluto Elder..."
"The Pluto Dragon is gone?"
"This...when on earth did this happen?"
Pluto appeared in the land of the dead soul in the form of the soul of war, which was beyond the expectation of too many people. Even the four elders could not maintain a calm mood. They suddenly jumped up and said to Xia Feng excitedly, "Xia Feng, sacrifice the jade card in front of the underworld dragon. I have something important to discuss with him!"