At the scene of the fight, more than a dozen strong men with prison blood held Cheng Liang's blades and besieged the lone Northern Hell Feather layer by layer.

Most of these people's cultivation is around the creation of two things, but for the Northern Styx Feather, they are all irresistible existences.

"Bei Ying Yu, you call, just shout, even if you scream to cut your throat, no one will come out to save you. ”

A seemingly leading Creation Triple Heaven Killer sneered.

"Cao, I'm not a woman, call you grandma. ”

Bei Mingyu scolded: "If you have the ability, even if you come, if I Bei Mingyu frowns, I will not be a good man." ”

"Chop me to death with a knife, then cut off his dog's head, bring it back and take Ling Feng's cub, and give it to him as a souvenir. ”

The insolent smile on the face of the killer who took the lead suddenly narrowed, and he said murderously.

More than a dozen creation killers in the rear immediately rushed over like a tide.

In an instant, swords and swords!

Under the siege of more than a dozen Prison Blood Killers, the Northern Stygian Feather was in danger, and in a few breaths, a few shocking blood marks were left on his body.

"Bei Ying Yu, go with peace of mind, don't be afraid of being lonely, Ling Feng will accompany you later. ”

The powerhouse of the Creator Triple Heaven who led the team swept forward, and swept his sword towards the neck of the Northern Stygian Feather.

Surrounded by strong enemies, Bei Yingyu was seriously injured, and there was no way to retreat, and he couldn't help but lose his heart and give up resisting.

The blade of the sword stuck on the neck, and there was no sting of flesh and blood, nor the blood of blood mist splashing, but only a delicate itch was conveyed.

At this moment, the scene became silent.

Bei Mingyu's heart was full of apprehension and doubt, and he couldn't help but open his eyes, and his gaze swept towards his neck.

Under this look, the strangeness in my heart is even deeper.

Stuck in his neck was a snake, a non-venomous grass snake, and its tail was like a dog's tail that kept tickling his neck. And the leader killer of the Prison Blood was holding the snake's head, completely dumbfounded.

"Mom!"

The leading killer was so frightened that he bounced off and threw the snake on the ground.

Zheng

The moment the grass snake fell to the ground, it became his original weapon again.

"This is the supernatural power of the Seven Heavens of Creation to change matter. ”

After being stunned for a while, among the group of killers in prison blood, someone finally deduced the clue.

"I don't know where the seniors passed by and meddled in our prison bloodshed?"

The leading killer's face sank, and he arched his hand at the empty demonic mist around him.

"Didn't you keep clamoring for me?"

In the hazy demonic fog ahead, a delicate figure drifted over quietly.

"Ling Feng, it's Ling Feng'......"

When he saw the face of the person who came clearly, a killer in the rear turned pale and said, "Everyone send a message quickly." ”

"You don't have a chance. ”

Ling Feng quietly raised his fingertips and pointed forward.

"Ahh

The man who was about to send the signal just now was hit by Ling Feng and let out a hysterical scream, and his body stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a stone sculpture.

Ling Feng was like a no-man's land, the speed in his hand was as fast as lightning, and when he lifted and fell, a killer turned into stone carvings, grass, ancient trees, tables, chairs and benches......

In just a few breaths, at the huge scene of the fight, except for one killer who was choked by the neck by Ling Feng and hung in the void like an oxygen-deficient fish, the rest of the people were all turned into all kinds of material things.

At this moment, Bei Yingyu's mind went blank.

Rao is that he was used to seeing Ling Feng's terrifying cultivation speed, and he couldn't believe it at this moment.

He knew that Ling Feng had broken through again, reaching the Creation Sixfold Heavens, and had realized the world's supernatural powers that had changed the structure of matter a little earlier.

How horrible is this?

"Tell me, where is Zhou Qiumin?"

Ling Feng's blood-colored pupils swept over the killer who was fixed in the void by himself, and said in a cold voice.

Where Zhou Qiumin was, Ling Feng didn't know now, but according to his inference, it was most likely in the hands of the Louvre and the Prison Blood Organization.

"No, I don't know. ”

The killer who was stuck in Ling Feng's throat trembled in his legs and said with a face as earthy as he spoke.

"I thought you could reveal some of the information I needed, and didn't spare your life, but at this time, it seems that there is no need. ”

A strong killing intent flashed in Ling Feng's pupils, and the five fingers that were stuck in his throat became tighter and tighter.

"No, no, as long as you spare my life, I'll tell you where she is. ”

Driven by the survival **, the killer hurriedly said: "In front of a few pillars of incense, we did catch Zhou Qiumin, and now that she has been captured by the people of the Louvre, she should enter the depths of the Fallen Demon Domain." ”

"Very well, I mean what I say. ”

Ling Feng let go of his hand, and the Hellblood killer fell to the ground.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Ling Feng pointing his finger at him, and his lower body to his neck immediately turned into a stone, leaving only his head gurgling.

"Ling Feng, you liar, you don't mean what you say. ”

The immobile killer roared hysterically.

"I'm just telling you to stay here and not tell the news. ”

Ling Feng didn't even raise his eyes, and said to Bei Mingyu, "Senior Brother Bei Ming, are you okay?"

"Flesh wounds, it doesn't matter. ”

Bei Ying Yu shook his head and took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

When the medicine was gone, the wounds on his body stopped bleeding.

"Let's go, go to the depths of the Demon Domain to find Qiu Min. ”

Ling Feng said in a deep voice.

He promised Deng Changyi that no matter how much danger he took this time, he would send Zhou Qiumin to Linglong Pavilion safe and sound.

Besides, this time he also wanted to make a complete break with the Divine Fate God Zhantian.

Where was the second layer of the Fallen Spirit Realm, Ling Feng didn't need to ask much, he could easily find out.

There are laws in all things, and the more intense the demonic energy, the more it must be the entrance.

Ling Feng led the way in front, and Bei Ying Yu followed closely behind, and the two of them quickly moved in the demonic mist.

After a few pillars of incense, Ling Feng paused and raised his head suddenly.

In front of him was a hundred-foot-high cliff.

Halfway up the cliff cliff, a strange cave can be faintly seen, exuding a secluded luster in the demonic fog in the sky.

"That should be the entrance to the second floor!"

Ling Feng's feet paused, like an eagle swept to the mountainside, and without any hesitation, shot into the cave.

The moment he entered the cave, the majestic demonic qi swept in, like a violent wind, and Ling Feng's whole person staggered back several steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

While the majestic demonic qi was blowing against Ling Feng, it also pierced into his body like a steel needle along his pores and poured into his world.

As if a wildfire was burning the plain, the bloodthirsty killing intent suppressed by Ling Feng once again spread uncontrollably.

"Ling Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his eyes red, his face distorted, and cold sweat running down, Bei Ying Yu couldn't help but say worriedly.

"Forced a breakthrough, was counterattacked, and there was no big deal. ”

Ling Feng forcibly suppressed the bloodthirsty killing intent in his body, responded indifferently, and continued to walk forward.