Chapter 377 Test?

In a palace in the endless depths of the Beast Fairy Gate, more than a dozen powers sit on both sides, and the master Taishenzi sits in the first place. These powers are all the cultivation of the divine spirit and Taoist baby realm, the sword god Ye Fei, the two dragon and phoenix, the fire wood two, and the windwalker. These great powers that Lin Feng is familiar with are all among them.

There is a mirror-like treasure in front of them, which clearly reflects the situation of the outside war.

"Kendo, wind, fire, resentment, why does Lin Feng have so much power?"

"These four blood orifices space were cultivated by himself, and he also inherited a perfect five-e elements space."

"Eh, don't forget, everyone. He also has mutant light thoughts, dark thoughts and five elements thoughts."

"Lin Feng has also practiced the imperial magic of the Titans in the giant world. Unexpectedly, he has practiced to the thirteenth level. Is it really so horrible to have the ancient blood?"

Some big powers who don't know Lin Feng are talking to each other, but those who have been with Lin Feng are not surprised at all.

"In charge of teaching, Lin Feng has killed two false disciples. Do you think it's time to stop them?" The Venerable Lingmu said.

"Well, what kind of secret skill is that can summon such an evil spiritual altar." At this time, the picture in the mirror turned and saw a huge altar projection, that 'fallen, Feng Ling...' The sound can actually penetrate the space and reach the ears of the greats.

"It's not good. Lin Feng is so arrogant that he has to take it." Linghuo Dazun was also a little calm at this time, especially the second dragon and phoenix around him was so shocked that he wanted to fly out to stop it. They know what is in the five elements space in Lin Feng's body, a god-level baby beast, and so many spirit beasts, semi-shaped fierce beasts. These are all great creations of the Beast Spirit Gate, which can't be destroyed.

"You, you don't have to panic. Lin Feng still has a back hand." The backhand mentioned by the Feng Zunzhe naturally refers to Lin Feng's talented magic power 'devouring'.

The picture in the mirror has changed again.

Lin Feng didn't expect that 1,600 quenching believers who sacrificed could summon such an evil altar from the depths of endless time and space. The sound of 'fallen, Fengling' made his head confused and dizzy.

Lin Feng took three steps, and the huge size of 20 meters returned to its original state, and the magic and kendo power on his body also converge. He sat in the air like that, and his hands kept rolling all kinds of fingerprints.

"Is he going to use any secret tricks to stop him?" While doing his work, a hypocrite patted his waist again and summoned 200 believers, all of whom were the cultivation of the soul fire realm. Those believers rushed to Lin Feng with a smile on their faces and actually wanted to blow themselves up to interrupt Lin Feng's casting of spells.

"The plate of blood wheel." A sneer appeared at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth, and a blood light shot into the air, instantly turning into a huge wheel with a diameter of more than a hundred feet, on which evolved yin and yang, four elephants, and gossip. While rotating, a blood-red light was sprinkled.

As soon as these lights touched the monks of the soul fire, they immediately saw the other party screaming, and a blood line condensed in the middle of their eyebrows.

"Kill." Lin Feng's heart moved, and the huge blood wheel suddenly burst and turned into forty blood gods. The immortal blood god is like a killing machine that never stops. Every time he passes through a monk, he will suck the spirit of the other party.

The believers of the two hundred soul fire realm have become two hundred mummified corpses without even stepping into Lin Feng's ten meters away.

"Why is it so similar to the secret blood wheel plate of the blood skeleton gate, but the power is more than it." Many knowledgeable monks have such a mutter in their hearts.

The sound of the altar above the sky is getting louder and louder, the blood on the believers who sacrifices is surging faster and faster, and their spirit is constantly being consumed.

Lin Feng sighed and said loudly, "Today, I will completely break your move in front of millions of people."

"Ky, you still talk wildly when you die." Each of the eight hypocrites pinched out a fingerprint, and concentrated their strength on the altar above the sky.

Lin Feng got up and stood on the back of his hands, standing proudly in the air, and the three mutant souls in the purple house were running with all their strength.

Maybe it was the last time that I absorbed some human-level spell runes and the soul thoughts of the monks in the spirit realm. Maybe it was that the aura of the fairy gate was much stronger. This time, when the talent power was used, the shadow cohesion speed behind it accelerated a little. The 40-meter-high figure cast a shadow.

"Taoism 'devouring'." Lin Feng spit out these four words in his mouth, and the phantom opened his mouth and sucked it. A strange and unpredictable force enveloped him, and soon enveloped the 1,600 believers who were sacrificing.

"Swallow." Lin Feng's soul thought moved.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

The scream sounded, and countless souls turned into light and penetrated into the mouth of the phantom. The screams of 1,600 quenching monks were like being tortured in the legendary Abi hell. The whole fairy gate hung with a gloomy wind, and all the monks who saw this scene were frozen.

Countless corpses fell to the ground like locusts. A piece of soul formed a stream of light flying over the head of the eight hypocrites, and all of them penetrated into the mouth of the phantom.

The previous tragic sacrificial scene has shocked all the monks, but at this moment, this strange devouring scene has made everyone fall into the abyss. It was not until this moment that they realized that Lin Feng's horror was not as simple as it seemed.

After losing the sacrifice of believers, the altar above the sky suddenly shook and slowly disappeared into the void.

"Puff..." The Eight False Lords were suddenly counterattacked by force. Everyone spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood and turned pale.

"Sacrifice for believers." A hypocrite forcibly urged the power of the blood oracious space and ordered the believers to sacrifice again. A violent force poured into his flesh and blood, helping him recover quickly, and the other seven people followed suit one after another.

"You disciples who think you are evil talents are actually a waste. After more than 5,000 years of practice, you have not proved the road of gods. It seems that your potential has almost been explored. Your name of genius has long been history. Except for you who didn't jump out, the rest of you treat you like a pile of shit. Lin Feng's talent and magic power. After killing 1,600 hard-kiled monks, he immediately received his skills. Sensing that the eight hypocrites were sacrificing again and quickly regaining their strength, they couldn't help laughing, and a poisonous tongue came out of the hustle and bustle.

"You, you..." A person may have been stimulated. His hand pointing at Lin Feng kept trembling, and the blood in his eyes flashed away. Then even if he was confused, the power on his body fluctuated violently.

Lin Feng felt a chill all over his body and moved out without hesitation.

"Boom." A huge blood gas rose, and the stimulated Tianfei Zun actually went crazy for a moment. He couldn't control the surging sacrificial power and blew himself up abruptly.

Seven embarrassed companions were also implicated and injured.

"No way, even if I tell the truth, you don't need to blow yourself up. Besides, even if you face many brothers in my Xianmen, don't pull the back if you want to die. Lin Feng laughed and his eyes flashed. For these people, he had already had a desire to kill. At this moment, the voice of the Taishenzi came out.

"Lin Feng, you won."

Then the void stretched out a palm and gently grabbed the seven hypocrites into the void.

Since the leader has done it, Lin Feng will naturally not do it again. His figure flashed above the corpses of those quenched spiritual believers, and the power of the sword heart surged wildly, and he collected a large area with a wave of his hand.

All 1,600 corpses of quenched spiritual realm were collected into the kendo space, and their role was to be refined into pure aura and integrated into this space.

The beast king peak is jubilant, and all the disciples' waists are straight. Such a peak master is the spiritual leader in their minds. One person's solo battle is all Liuyun Shixiu, killing two people, killing one person indirectly, and the remaining seven people are also defeated. All the disciples who saw the battle process knew in their hearts that if it hadn't been for the last critical moment, I'm afraid that Liuyun Shixiu would really fall.

Especially the so-called Taoist 'devouring' in the last move, which shocked the whole fairy gate.

In the hall in the depths of endless time and space, the wind traveler's face was slightly smiling, and that Lin Feng really gave himself a long face. The Taoist trick 'devouring' on display really stunned these masters one by one. Although they also know the thing about talent and magic power, they have never seen it with their own eyes.

"I didn't expect that the 'devouring', one of the three talented magical power of Lin Feng's awakening, could actually devour the monk's soul, which was beyond my expectation." The look of the master is also a little strange.

"Zhangjiao, haven't you ever seen the purple clothes use the same talent magic power 'devour'? How does her power compare with Lin Feng?

"Only one-tenth of the power."

There was another discussion in the hall.

"Teaching, do you think Lin Feng has passed this assessment? If there is no problem, I want to take him into the world of the Three Emperors for diving. With his qualifications, his potential can be more stimulated. Ye Fei, the sword god, held his fist and said, "What's more, Lin Feng, whether it is kendo, Dharma, or body, has advantages that ordinary people can't imagine. Once he is promoted, his strength is several times that of the same level."

"But I have a hunch that Lin Feng should have a more powerful killer mace that he didn't use." A young girl held her handsome chin and said boringly.

The master Taishen bulleted his fingers a few times, looked at the seven disciples who were kneeling on the ground with trembling, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes. Although what Lin Feng said was arrogant, it was true at all. Whether it is Liuyun Shixiu or other returned pseudo-level disciples, they were also gifted when they were young, but they were trapped at the last barrier on the long journey of cultivation.

At this juncture, they have been sleepy for more than 2,000 years, and their potential has been exhausted. Even if the teacher spends an infinite cost to help them, the success rate among the hundred and ten disciples will not be very high.