"Not good!" A bad premonition suddenly emerged from Jiang Feng's heart, making Jiang Feng's heart tremble.

The internal organs in his body were burning and burning, as if they were being calcined by the true fire of Samadhi, and his life essence was passing rapidly at a perceptible speed.

This situation made Jiang Feng sweat profusely, and his face turned red, that is, in those eyes, there was a flame about to erupt.

"Hit?" At a glance, Li Tianhong's heart was awe-inspiring.

The slender blood line disappeared out of thin air just now, and it was never seen again, but for some reason, he found Jiang Feng, and he saw that there was a trace of burning in Jiang Feng's heart.

That clearly means that the slender blood line directly submerged into Jiang Feng's heart.

"Damn!" couldn't help but scold, and immediately Li Tianhong's face became irrepressibly ugly.

Jiang Feng is his person, although his cultivation seems to be inconspicuous, but he definitely has the strength to compete with Murong Lan and the others, if he dies because of this, doesn't it mean that he will cut off his right-hand man?

"Bad luck. Taking Jiang Feng's reactions into his eyes one by one, Zhuo Xiangyun said with a chuckle, his expression reacted, it seemed that he was gloating as much as he could.

As for Cai Hexiang and Lu Yiming, who had a broken left arm, they also had the same reaction as Zhuo Xiangyun, Jiang Feng was unlucky, and from his standpoint, he was naturally extremely happy to see it.

"It doesn't save me a lot of effort. Seeing this, Murong Lan let out a sneer.

He intended to kill Jiang Feng with his own hands, but such an accident happened, so there was no need to do it again, simply, Murong Lan stopped attacking, his hands behind his back, and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

The feeling of calcination became more and more intense as time went by, and Jiang Feng even had a feeling that the skin on his body might burst open at any time.

In that case, it was the time when he was gone.

This blood line attack was extremely sudden, even with Jiang Feng's reaction speed, he was caught off guard for a while, and he was caught off guard and submerged from his heart.

The blood boils, like a pot of boiling water, and after a long time, the blood will be like the mist that has been evaporated, and then it is the time of death.

And that moment doesn't take too long, it's just a few tens of seconds. Previously, Hong Bing's tragic fate was a lesson from the past, and he was likely to repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Could it be that I, Jiang Feng, will inevitably die here today?" his eyebrows furrowed, and Jiang Feng whispered.

As soon as the words came out, Jiang Feng shook his head suddenly, he had died, he was born in a desperate situation, but he had an understanding of the true meaning of the existence of life that was far beyond that of ordinary monks, and it was not easy to want his Jiang Feng's life.

"No matter what kind of cow ~ ghost ~ snake ~ god you are, suppress me all!" Jiang Feng shouted, and a voice as majestic as Huang Zhong Da Lu resounded in his heart.

"Buzz!"

It was to see Jiang Feng's dantian, the ten-square heavenly seals were rapidly spinning, coiling and intertwining, and the ten-colored brilliance was sprinkled out, along Jiang Feng's qi and blood, flowing towards Jiang Feng's limbs and hundreds of remains.

That blood line invaded from Jiang Feng's heart, wanting to occupy the initiative of Jiang Feng's body in one fell swoop, but under the light of the Heavenly Seal, it was directly suppressed.

The feeling of pain in the body

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