The people in the demon clan are already horrified in the flesh.

A shot rolled out, just relying on the power of his physical body, making the void in front of Qin Feng flicker.

Along with him, there were five thousand demon soldiers.

The twelve witch gods on Qin Feng's body all jumped out, spreading their teeth and dancing claws in the demon soldiers, devouring and biting wildly.

At the same time, a long sword burst out of the air. The sword shone brightly, and the spear of the descendant of Zhurong slammed into it.

A stream of air swept out, and with a bang, the demon soldiers within a hundred meters were treated as powder.

Qin Feng scolded secretly, "Eat a hundred less, it's really damned!" ”

Zhu Rong's descendants, I didn't expect Qin Feng's physical strength to be so amazing, holding a gun roll, swinging thousands of spear flowers, completely enveloping Qin Feng.

Qin Fengli didn't pay attention to it, he just fought back at him with his sword, and didn't defend at all.

Wherever the gun arrived, it was slammed, and it was shocked by the Eastern Emperor Bell, and it was smashed one after another.

Qin Feng's sword, but it seemed to be a star falling, and it slashed at the neck of Zhu Rong's descendant.

The bloodline is not dry, and the demons are not dead.

Although Zhu Rong's descendant's head was broken, his body still attacked Qin Feng with a gun, trying to find a little weakness in him.

It's a pity that there is the protection of the Donghuang Bell, and the guns and flowers have no effect, and they are all shattered by the Donghuang Bell.

One piece fell, and the body of Zhurong's descendants suddenly fell apart.

His flesh and blood fused and soon converged together.

Of course, Qin Feng would not let him get his wish, Zhu Rong Yuan God came over, picked up a piece of flesh and blood, opened his mouth and swallowed it in his stomach.

This ancestor eats his grandson, how to look at it is a little weird.

The defeat of the Zhurong clan surprised the descendants of the twelve witch gods of the earth realm.

They decided that the descendants of the Twelve Ancient Demon Clans would go out, lead 100,000 troops, and strangle Qin Feng together.

Seven thousand years ago, Qin Feng encountered the biggest crisis.

Although his Donghuang Bell is powerful, it takes a lot of effort to urge it.

It was okay to deal with a clan, and at that time to deal with 100,000 demon soldiers, which was enough to drain his essence and blood.

In the end, he decided not to use the Eastern Emperor Bell again.

The four elephant divine beasts above their heads floated up, protecting themselves with the four elephant arrays, and dealing with these descendants of the ancient demon clan with the twelve witch god arrays.

The war lasted for three hundred years, and Qin Feng's physical body was besieged and scattered more than a dozen times, and he was constantly reborn in destruction.

His Xuanyuan sword had been dyed red, and he finally killed all the descendants of the twelve witch gods, and devoured them separately with the twelve witch gods.

The leader of the 100,000 demon soldiers was dead, and in an instant, they fled to the realm in a big chaos, and there were still more than 30,000 demon soldiers left.

Qin Feng's divine thought moved, and the twelve witch gods then surrounded them, and none of them let them escape.

The flesh and blood of these demons added together, so that the twelve witch gods condensed their flesh and skin.

Qin Feng immediately sat on the ground and refined, and after seven hundred years, he finally refined the flesh of the twelve witch gods one by one.

As soon as these flesh bodies came out, they roared at the sky, and one by one they seemed to come to life, wanting to compete with the sky.

Although they only have physical bodies, they retain the violent atmosphere of the ancient times.

The murderous spirit was surging to the sky, and the sky shook.

The chaotic aura around them swept away, and the rolling chaotic storm rolled up again in the universe.

The Heavenly Dao seemed to have sensed that at this time, this place actually rained down nine thunder tribulations.

This is a thunder tribulation that only exists after reaching the fairy world, and it is a heavenly immortal when it is crossed, and it is a scattered immortal if it is crossed.

Qin Feng had gone all the way, and the first eight Heavenly Tribulations were all extremely dangerous, and this time it was a thousand times more powerful than before, ten thousand times stronger.

Nine thunderbolts seemed to be nine true dragons emerging from the dark firmament, each of which was thousands of feet long.

Qin Feng seemed to be an ant, completely enveloped in the light of thunder and lightning.

At this moment, it was like opening the world.

The vast sea of chaos lit up with a golden light, and in a flash, it was thousands of years.

The demon clan standing at the door of the earth barrier was as frightened as if he had seen the end of the world, and watched the young man in front of him, in this world-destroying thunder and lightning, turn into ashes, be reborn, turn into ashes, and be reborn.

His flesh and blood, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, has been reborn again and again.

With each rebirth, the Dao bones on his body became more and more brilliant, and his skin and flesh became more and more perfect.

It is like a piece of wool iron, after continuous beating, and finally turned into steel.

Some demon kings were not convinced, and risked death to enter the thunderbolt, wanting to take the opportunity to end Qin Feng.

Who would have thought that as soon as the thunder and lightning were tightened, they would be turned into ashes by lightning in an instant.

He and Qin Feng turned into ashes together, but after Qin Feng came back to life, he didn't reappear.

Qin Feng looked at the demon clan, bathed in thunder and lightning, his long hair fluttering, and let out a long roar, "Who wants to try again!" ”

The demon soldiers, the demon generals, and even the demon kings, all followed backwards, completely overwhelmed by the momentum on his body.

Qin Feng scolded secretly in his heart, not knowing how long this thunder and lightning would last.

This god just wants his life, and if he continues like this, sooner or later he will run out of blood and die.

Although his physical body can now be restored drop by drop, it cannot withstand such consumption.

The body of the twelve witch gods he refined was hidden in the ring, and he didn't dare to take it out to resist.

If it comes out, it is estimated that it will be split into powder in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng's body became more and more resilient as it was split by thunder and lightning, and the interval between shattered bones became worse and worse.

He simply comprehended the flesh bones of the twelve witch gods, and carved all the cumbersome bone inscriptions on his own bones.

At the beginning, it was only engraved with the bone inscription of Chi You, which is very different from the bone inscription of the twelve witch gods.

The Twelve Witch God Bone Inscriptions seem to be a whole scripture, and the Chiyou Bone Inscription is only one of them.

Under the slash of thunder and lightning, Qin Feng was a lot more relaxed, at least he didn't have to worry about the demon clan jumping out of it.

This also harmed those monks who came out of the Sea of Chaos, and the entire Thunder and Lightning Tribulation almost completely covered the Three Realms Pass.

As soon as some monks jumped out of the sea of chaos, they were instantly struck by lightning and turned into ashes.

There is a certain number in the dark, and these people are geniuses from all walks of life, who have gone through all kinds of disasters to get to where they are now.

Who knows, when he was about to kick the door, he was affected by Qin Feng's thunderstorm.

When Qin Feng's bone inscription was engraved, his body returned to its roots more and more.

For five hundred years, he did not turn into ashes until the last bone inscription was carved.

A purple qi rushed straight into the bullfight, and suddenly attracted countless rays of light.

The wrath of the Heavenly Dao came here, and the thunder tribulation lasted for 1,500 years, and finally all of them dispersed in the Three Realms Pass.

Qin Feng's qi and blood were thick, his golden blood was boiling, and he felt that he could penetrate the portal of the two realms with one punch.

From the middle of the realm, two blood-colored swords suddenly flew out.

On this long sword, the sword aura is majestic, and as soon as it is born, it will swing into the sky, which will shock the Three Realms.

The people behind the scenes finally couldn't help but make a move, these two killing swords, one is called Yuan Tu, and the other is called Ah Bi.

With the power of a saint on it, it can cut a realm into ashes!

Qin Feng didn't think about it, and the Chaos Bell sacrificed above his head.

Yuan Tu and Ah Bi Sword stabbed through a realm, and with a loud bang, they slammed into the Chaos Bell.

This loud bang was even more powerful than the thunderstorm that lasted for thousands of years.

It seemed to be a roar in the universe, quickly spreading from the Three Realms Pass to all parts of the universe.

The sea of chaos, layer after layer, was all treated to powder by this huge earthquake, and it continued to spread to the edge. In less than a quarter of an hour, the chaotic aura that permeated the air was all swept away.

Nine thousand years later, the Sea of Chaos dissipated completely.

Qin Feng realized in his heart and smiled bitterly, "Struggling up and down, but he is still a pawn of the saint!" ”

(End of chapter)