Chapter 674 Sword Valley of the Dead

Lin Feng's magic weapon split is originally a top-quality middle-level Taoist weapon, and the nine layers of combat power come from the plate of fate. So he wants to hide his power is very easy and clever. As long as the ontology does not appear, who knows his official strength?

The death sickle cut the neck of Lin Feng's split in an instant, but he heard a sonorous sound. The lower middle-level device was actually cracked by the anti-shock, and Lin Feng's split was only slightly shaken.

"What a strong physical force that can't even break the lower-grade middle-level weapon." The attacking guard was stunned for a moment, his hair exploded, and a stick hit him on the head.

The violent power directly drowned him, and the Taoist baby in the Zifu space was also melted in an instant.

A peak semi-saint was directly blown up by the ghost dragon staff, and such a strong man is a first-class existence in the free holy land. After countless life-and-death trials, they are selected one by one in ten thousand. They are ruthless murder weapons, and their magic names are prominent.

But such a peak half-saint doesn't even have a chance to retreat, and the person who takes action is just a peak half-saint's cultivation.

"Is he hiding his strength?"

This is everyone's idea.

Lin Feng opened his mouth and directly swallowed the blood fog. His body needs a lot of rule power. If the third layer of space world is to be perfect, it also needs infinite rule power to nourish it.

"I'm also an old man. You don't even have the least respect. What's the use of you?" Lin Feng muttered a few times, and no longer paid attention to the free son, and flew forward.

"Sir, the sickle guard was killed, just let him go?"

Mr. Xiaoyao's face, who was always smiling, finally had a trace of anger, and a trace of vicious light flashed in his eyes. "In those years, the Hundred War Saints defeated the Hundred Primary Saints of My Xiaoyao Holy Land, which made our reputation very low, and it is the shame of our Xiaoyao Holy Land. This old man, holding his original weapon in those years, actually killed my sickle guard at the peak of the moment. This person must not be simple. However, as long as he is not sanctified, he can't escape from the palm of his hand. The sickle guard captured him. When I arrived at the Sword Valley of the Dead God, I would argue with those people of the Demon Sect.

Mr. Xiaoyao waved his hand, and immediately divided hundreds of sickle guards around him, turning into an integrated streamer, covering Lin Feng's split as he was moving forward. The 100-handled low-grade middle-level Daoqi cut out fluctuation marks, and nearly 20 billion combat power exploded.

"These cold and ruthless sickle guards are quite suitable to be the law enforcers of my Feisheng sect." Lin Feng doesn't want to have a grudge with that free holy place. After all, the strong people in this world of the three emperors are like clouds. Even in the sect in the corner of the Yin and Yang Sect, there is an unfathomable great perfect saint, not to mention the free holy place that dares to challenge the demon sect.

But at this moment, he has found an excuse. Even if they come to him in the future, he can't help it. A half-sage at the peak of a district dares to attack a saint, that is ** naked contempt. The saint is a person who is favored by heaven and belongs to the real spokesperson of heaven. Walk in time, teach all sentient beings, and leave the inheritance of Taoism.

No matter how big you are, Mr. Xiaoyao is not qualified to challenge the saint.

"Well, you are looking for death." Lin Feng suddenly turned around, and his breath suddenly changed. He opened his mouth and roared, and the world were spinning. The sound wave work was sent to the extreme by Cui, and the array formed by the hundred sickle guards was suddenly smashed, and all of them flew out like shrimps.

"The young people who don't know life or death should become slaves of the Buddha." Lin Feng said this in a supreme tone and reached out for a scratch. The hundred sickle guards were captured and imprisoned and sent to the country of the field of the body. Even if they were all dragons, they all turned into snakes when they got there.

The disciples of the Happy Holy Land were indeed born of the Great Pope. In this case, they also quickly suppressed their inner fear and surrounded the dragon carts layer by layer. The Xiaoyao man on the dragon car was pale at this moment, and the corners of his mouth trembling with fear.

The old man in front of him is definitely not a saint, but the power of the roar just now is definitely more than 50 billion. A peerless peak strong man is so powerful.

"Is he a failure to attack the position of the Holy Lord?" Mr. Xiaoyao's status in the Holy Land of Xiaoyao is extraordinary. He knows the secrets that many people don't know. In the immortal world, there are also some talented demons who have a strange fate and hope to hit the saint's road, but for some reasons, they have failed unlucky. But such a person is stronger than ever.

Such a person also calls it 'pseudo-saint'.

The pseudo-saint is the real terrorist strong in the realm of Taishang Dazun, but there are too few such people, and there may not be one in tens of thousands of years, so there are few rumors about the 'pseudo-saint" strong in the world of immortal cultivation.

There is no doubt that the old man in front of him is a pseudo-saint. He may be a disciple of the demon sect, otherwise how could there be the original Taoist weapon of the Hundred War Saints?

Lin Feng took away the hundred sickle guards, shot his eyes on the Xiaoyao company, and grinned, "I have also accepted the remaining 100 sickle guards, just take it as your compensation for my offense. Of course, I won't do anything to you in our two sects. I don't want to be evil with the saint behind you. If you are presumptuous, even if you summon the Dharma body in the teaching and transformational charm, I also have the ability to kill you on the spot.

After saying that, Lin Feng grabbed the split again, and the huge magic palm broke through the air and killed it. This time, the performance of 50 billion combat power was incisive and vivid, which was a real power, enough to kill all the team.

The remaining 100 sickle guards had long been trained into machines, and there was no panic in their eyes. Instead, they roared at the same time, and hundreds of streamer lights converged into a blow attack.

In vain, the magic hand directly shattered the counterattack, suppressed it without stopping, and imprisoned the hundreds of sickle guards together.

"Those one-horned double-winged Tianma are also good, and I have also taken them." Lin Feng's split not only took away those Tianma, but also didn't fall any of the female master above. The people who can accompany this young Mr. Xiaoyao have good qualifications, and it is very good to take back and strengthen his clan. Moreover, if you enter the Feisheng Sect, you will be treated equally. There is no such dark infighting or frame-up of big religion.

The aura fluctuation between heaven and earth gradually subsided, and Mr. Xiaoyao's face turned pale. Except for the two frightened female emperors, he was surrounded by emptiness.

Even the three-headed and double-horned fairy dragon made a sad cry. It stood unsteadily in mid-air and wanted to land.

"Bear me to the Dead Sword Valley." There is no doubt about Lin Feng's split. The three-headed fairy dragon forcibly controlled his inner fear and pulled up the dragon car again. The remaining venerable monks also reassembed one by one, and their momentum was weak.

"When it comes to the Sword Valley of the Dead, I will show you the means of my free holy land." Mr. Xiaoyao restrained his good mentality, pushed the two females around him to one side and sat on the dragon car. He is also from a great religious background and has a prominent position. He is a direct bloodline in the free holy place, so his mental quality is hard.

With a demon like Lin Feng's split following, the marching team became very quiet and did not have that vast momentum.

Along the way, I met the strength of many sects, but the symbol of the free holy land was very obvious. Those religions only sent some peerless peak semi-saints to greet them, without too much greetings. If it is in peacetime, Mr. Xiaoyao will definitely make friends with them and leave his name as Mr. Xiaoyao.

A month later, Lin Feng finally saw a Tianshan barrier stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, which looked very abrupt between heaven and earth, like a sleeping dragon.

"Taoist friend, that's the Sword Valley of the Dead. Are you going to enter with us, or..." Mr. Xiaoyao was worried all the way. Now when he saw the mountain barrier that day, he finally exhaled softly.

There are three saints in the Sword Valley of the Dead, one of whom is a senior saint. In addition, he has the protection of the talisman in his body, and his inner fear has faded a lot. In the past month, he finally opened his mouth to speak.

Lin Feng looked at it for a while and said faintly, "I also want to see the saints in the free holy land and see if they can take this statue?"

Mr. Xiaoyao couldn't help but be stunned, his eyelids drooped slightly, and finally saw a guy ten times more arrogant than him. Even if you are a disciple of Renzong, even if you have something to do with the Hundred War Saint, in the eyes of the real saint, you are still a clam that can't get on the table, and you can't jump up if you want to.

" Mr. Xiaoyao is coming, hurry up and pave the road of glory." A rough voice sounded, and I immediately saw that the mountain barrier opened a huge gap that day, and a powerful rainbow shot out, evolving into a flat road, emitting a faint light of glory.

"Good trick. What the hell is this dead sword valley? It has the ability to simulate the glorious light." Lin Feng's split body saw through the essence of the Avenue of Glory at a glance. The light was only similar to the light of glory, but not the real light of glory.

But to welcome Mr. Xiaoyao in this way, this guy is a little too big.

"Taoist friend, please."

Lin Feng split a smile at the corners of his mouth and stepped on the road of glory.

"Shrill sword meaning, soft sword meaning, domineering and hard sword meaning, become sword meaning, righteous and magnificent sword meaning... I didn't expect to feel so much sword in the power of this Avenue of Glory. It seems that there are really many secrets hidden in the Sword Valley of the Dead. Just as Lin Feng was about to reach the end of the Avenue of Glory, there were several rough voices.

"The arrival of Mr. Fuyao, the arrival of Mr. Huangfu, the arrival of Mr. Xifeng, the arrival of Princess Lelin, opening the road of glory."

The four upper-grade lower-level Taoist devices broke through time and space and became four magnificent and huge spaceships. The atmosphere on them is strong, which is even bigger than the previous Xiaoyao's battle.

"It's evil. Why are they all juniors?"