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Lan Daozhai was busy cleaning up the mess, and there were shouts of killing everywhere.

Under the guidance of Bingxuan, Ling Feng came to the boudoir where Bingxuan once lived.

The two of them talked about their daily routines in the room, and when it was about dinner, Ling Sijun and Chang Xi also came to say goodbye.

The family went to the lobby together, planning to have a reunion dinner, and the Lan Dao Zhai who had a busy day came.

Looking at his face, he was quite happy, presumably the eradication of dissidents was completed, and the power was in his hands.

At the dinner table, Ling Feng made it clear that he was going to participate in the Heaven Killing Conference, and Lan Daozhai did not object.

After all, Ling Feng at the moment has cultivated to the heavens and the earth, and looking at the heaven and earth, there are almost no people who can compete with him.

......

Early the next morning, Ling Feng and Bing Xuan set off together to the place where the Heaven Killing Conference was held.

Ling Sijun and Chang Xi didn't follow, after all, Ling Feng was going to kill all sides at all.

The place where the Heaven Killing Conference was held was in the Wuzu Holy Terrace in the center of the underground palace.

It is a platform, suspended in the vastness of the universe, like a huge castle in the sky.

With Ling Feng and Bing Xuan's magical powers, tea time has arrived.

The person had not yet fallen to the ground, and when he looked up, he saw that the Wuzu Holy Altar was full of black pressed human heads.

The thirty-six forces of the underground palace, the most powerful are the inheritance of the twelve witch ancestors, which are Dijiang, Jumang, Beishui, Gonggong, Zhurong, Candle Jiuyin, Qiangliang, Luxury Corpse, Tianwu, Tizi, Xuanming, and Houtu......

The remaining twenty-four forces are also powerful forces, and the delegates who came to participate in the conference have cultivated to the lowest level of the Heavenly Supreme Great Perfection.

"Brush!"

At this moment, Ling Feng led the ice swirl and landed on the stage.

"Who's coming?

An old man with a gloomy face couldn't help but shout loudly when he saw Ling Feng's face.

"The little girl, Blue Purple Evil, is here to participate in the Heaven Killing Conference on behalf of the Witch God Sect!"

Bingxuan raised his eyebrows and said rather unhappily.

"What about the Sect Master of the Witch God Sect, did you deliberately look down on us by sending you two juniors to participate in such a grand and important conference?"

"You two, where to fight and where to roll. ”

Many bigwigs waved their hands impatiently.

They could feel that Bing Xuan's cultivation was not high, and because Ling Feng was too high, they couldn't sense the specifics, and they could infer from the aura emanating from the bones that his age was definitely not more than a hundred years old.

So, it's time to be two inconsequential juniors.

"If you are not welcome to be here, you will definitely go back in the next place!

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, looked at the old man sitting on the twelve futons, and said, "How many of them are the sect masters of the Twelve Witch Ancestor Inheritance?"

"Junior, if you want to ask me and other provinces, at least you have to kneel down, right?"

Suddenly, one of the old men opened his eyes suddenly, and said, "Do you know what kind of identity we are, don't say that you are just a disciple of the Witch God Sect, even if your sect master comes, you have to perform a half-kneeling salute?"

"So, that's it?"

Ling Feng didn't bother to deal with it, and continued: "Then ask another question, it is said that there are twelve drops of the essence blood of the Twelve Witch Ancestors in the sect inherited by the Twelve Witch Ancestors, do you know where they are?"

"Evil obstacles, such a big dog guts, let you kneel, it is actually the wind in your ears.

”

The old man who had scolded Ling Feng before said angrily: "Among you, whoever goes to capture this fang and kill it on the spot will be considered to attack the Tianque Sacrifice Banner for us." ”

"Capture this fang!"

A Heavenly Supreme Great Perfection powerhouse shouted violently, raised his hand and grabbed Ling Feng.

"Look for death!"

Ling Feng's sleeve robe flicked, and a Nine Heavens Gang wind blew out of thin air, like thousands of sharp knives, and the flesh and blood of that big guy were strangled in an instant.

"What kind of cultivation is this fang, so strong?"

The faces of the bigwigs of many dungeons around him changed slightly.

"Boy, you are a spy sent by Tianque, you dare to break into our Heaven Killing Conference and kill him for this seat!"

The elder who had questioned him earlier roared with indignation again.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Giants flew around him, densely packed, and sealed the sky and the earth.

"Bing'er, you stand back and see how your husband kills the Quartet!"

Ling Feng's face sank, and he grabbed the void with one hand, and the Pangu Open Heaven Axe appeared out of thin air, crushing it in front of him.

"Ahhh......hh

Running through the universe, the sharpness that tore through the world swept out.

The strong people who were affected, no matter what kind of cultivation they had, even the half-saints immediately turned into ashes.

"This, how is this possible?"

The twelve most powerful old men were dumbfounded.

"Tell me, where are the twelve drops of essence blood?"

Ling Feng's eyes froze, and the Pangu Open Heaven Axe was raised high again.

"Hmph, brothers, everyone has fought with this fang. ”

The twelve big guys had a cold face, and their bodies skyrocketed, turning into twelve ancient demon gods, namely Dijiang, Jumang, Beishou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Candle Jiuyin, Qiangliang, Haobi Corpse, Tianwu, Tizi, Xuanming, and Houtu.

"Ling Feng, the essence blood is on their bodies!"

As soon as Bingxuan's eyes rolled, he saw a hint of clues.

The twelve people on the other side are now transformed into twelve demon gods, which are the faces of the twelve ancient witch ancestors, if there is no essence and blood in the body, it is absolutely impossible to do it.

"Haha, God help me, if you don't want to die, call out all the essence and blood. ”

Ling Feng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, directly fusing the six elements in his body into the Pangu Axe, and swept towards the twelve demon gods.

Originally, with Ling Feng's cultivation, he could kill Yasheng in an instant with the real Pangu axe, and the six elemental kings were inlaid with them, which was even more terrifying, and between heaven and earth, only saints could resist it.

Bang bang bang!

"Ahhh......hh

The twelve giants who had turned into ancient demon gods suddenly had a huge crack in their flesh and collapsed.

"Take!"

Ling Feng raised his hand and grabbed it, and twelve drops of essence blood shot out from their bodies, converging on Ling Feng's hands.

Instead, in countless pairs of horrified eyes, he swallowed twelve drops of essence blood into his stomach.

At this moment, Ling Feng's aura skyrocketed, and the huge power of his physical body soared wildly, reaching nearly 980,000 chances in an instant.

"Whoa!"

Ling Feng roared, the heavens and the earth moved, and countless rivers and mountains were blown into powder.

Countless stars have vanished.

At this moment, he had a faint feeling that with his current physical body, it was enough to preach the Tao with strength.

But there is still one opportunity left.

That is the fortune of heaven and earth.

This luck is the collection of the three chaos treasures, cutting off the sea of suffering, and achieving atmospheric luck.

"If you don't know how to lift, you should have been wiped out, but God has the virtue of a good life, so I will let you live!"

Ling Feng said lightly.

"Thank you, sage, for your kindness......"

The twelve big men with withered faces and bloodstained faces were so frightened that their faces were as red as earth, and their heads were like garlic.

At this moment, Ling Feng's holy pressure is all over the world, and in their eyes, he seems to be a supreme saint.

"Bing'er, let's go, kill directly to Tianque, and destroy the three sects of Kaitian, Zhentian, and Xuantian!"

Ling Feng's pupils flickered with a glimmer of light, and he hugged Bingxuan's delicate body, and in an instant, he passed the sea of suffering, reaching the territory of Tianque.

Ling Feng swept around with wide eyes, and suddenly stopped at the place where the Xuantian Pavilion sect was located.

Because he found that on the square, Shan Ling'er was tied to a pillar of fire, and he was suffering from the burning of the heavenly fire.

And below, there are countless living beings detained, all of whom are living beings in Kyushu.

Even his family, Su Xin, Ye Changge, Ling Zhongzheng, Tianxinlan, Liuli, Ling Xue, Ling Tiantian...... Countless loved ones are included. (To be continued.) )

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