The seventh layer of the Mortal Realm, blood coagulation, how many blood lines can be condensed, Ling Feng is not clear, the only thing that is certain is that it will not exceed a hundred.

It can also be said conversely, the blood line that a Mortal Realm martial artist can condense can reach up to ninety-nine.

After tasting the sweetness, Ling Feng's confidence surged, and his idea at the moment was to use the powerful devouring power in the sea of bitterness and crazy movement to force the qi and blood in his body to boil, so as to condense ninety-nine blood lines, reaching the limit that the Dao of Heaven and Earth could bear.

However, despite his strong confidence, condensing the ninety-nine blood lines, it was extremely difficult, and Ling Feng could only try his best at the moment.

"It's not a desperate situation, because the ship is around, I subconsciously have dependence, I have thoughts, and once people have dependence, they will slack off, so they can't bring out my maximum potential. ”

Ling Feng, who had his hands on the boat, hesitated for a moment, but still untied the rope on his body, and watched the ship slide forward.

When the ship was more than ten feet away from him, Ling Feng began to chase after him.

The speed at which the boat is taxiing is extremely fast. If Ling Feng's hands and feet were a little slower, he would be left behind.

Left behind, his physical strength is exhausted, and he loses his only support, and he will be completely buried in brown water.

Putting death to life is the truth!

Ling Feng is desperate at the moment, as long as he slows down a little and lets the ship leave, the consequence is death.

Ling Feng's hands and feet were like propellers, slapping on the brown water, splashing several people high. Mud-dense splashes.

If you slow down, you will die!

With the support of this thought, Ling Feng collapsed again and again. Break through the limits of physiology again and again.

Fourth blood line......

Fifth blood line......

Sixth blood line......

The blood in his body was completely coagulated, and the blood lines were constantly condensed, making him feel a little incredible.

"Haha, I'm a real genius in Ling Feng, I can think of such a way to condense the blood line. ”

Ling Feng raised his head to the sky and roared, and then used all his strength to swing wildly. The sound produced by the rapid operation of the hands and feet is the same as that of a steam engine, and the sound of hula and hula is non-stop.

Ling Feng here. It is like a fish in the water, swimming freely in the brown water.

A faint stream of qi and blood seeped out of Ling Feng's skin, wrapping around him. The result is a bizarre picture. With the swallowing of Ling Feng, it transformed into stars, sun and moon, and thunder...... And so on and so on unbelievable sights.

The powerful blood qi attracts hundreds of birds to circle.

Among the flocks of birds around him, under the nourishment of blood, several chicks shed their feathers, and they grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading their wings and flying high.

What's even weirder. On the cliffs on both sides, the seeds of some flowers and plants were blown down by the wind and drifted in the blood of Ling Feng. Bloom.

Bloom, wither!

All of a sudden, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, and a flock of birds fly, which is really weird.

The sun rose and the moon set, and the blood lines in Ling Feng's body continued to condense. There are as many as sixty-six articles.

But what Ling Feng didn't expect was that he was excited at the same time. Danger is looming.

On the hanging wall on both sides of the river, several thigh-thick thousand-year-old tengs are like twisted flowers, intertwined, arching a black fierce bird.

This flying soul beast, the size of a rice bucket, had a sharp aura on its folded wings, and at this moment, it seemed to smell the strong smell of qi and blood in Ling Feng's body, and it suddenly spread its wings and flew high, swooping towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was immersed in a frenzied cultivation when he suddenly noticed a fierce aura approaching him, causing his pores to pop up.

"That's, that's the late stage of the First Tribulation Soul Beast Dapeng Wing!"

Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the big black bird hovering above his head, and gasped.

In the late stage of the First Tribulation, the soul beast Dapeng Wings is equivalent to a martial artist of the eighth layer of the Metamorphosis Realm, but due to the huge body of the soul beast and the hard wings of the Mortal Realm, its combat effectiveness is far more powerful than that of ordinary Mortal Realm martial artists.

Ling Feng was in the brown water at the moment, his hands and feet were tied, his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, and the probability of defeating this Great Peng Wing was very low.

"Wow!"

The wings of the Great Roc circling in the void suddenly let out a long roar.

The sound is clearer and clearer, and there is a hidden sound of bells ringing, which spreads out, shaking the stone walls of the cliffs on both sides of the bank rolling down.

Ling Feng's mind suddenly went blank, because in the whistling sound of this Great Peng's wings, there was actually a spiritual attack, but fortunately, Ling Feng's sea of divine consciousness was extremely powerful, and in an instant, he came to his senses.

Rao was like this, the giant claw with the golden wings of the Great Peng's wings like a curved hook was already close to Ling Feng.

The golden claws were extremely sharp, tearing through the air, and the intense energy splashed the brownish-yellow water several feet high......

The five claws are like hooks, piercing through the golden stone, even if it is extremely hard fine iron, it will be instantly pierced by the golden claw hole of the Great Peng's wings, not to mention the flesh and blood Ling Feng?

Seeing that he was about to buckle on his head before he could see it, Ling Feng's eyes were cold.

At the moment when the golden giant claws of the Great Peng Wing were about to touch his head, Ling Feng's two arms were already covered with silver energy at some point, and at this time, he suddenly lifted up, and suddenly clasped the claws of the Great Peng Wing, and his body fell with the force of a thousand catties, submerging into the brown water.

The Dapeng wings in front of him are adult soul beasts, extremely ferocious, Ling Feng does not dare to be careless, and he has no reservations, 100,000 catties of huge force, with the technique of a thousand catties of pendants, coupled with the suction force of the brown water itself, the Dapeng wings in the void are sinked.

Dapeng Wing really didn't expect that this insignificant human being would be able to defuse his own spiritual attack, and his physical strength was infinite, and he couldn't wait to prevent it, and his body sank violently, smashing into the brown water.

This big peng wing seemed to be afraid of being dirty, and suddenly broke free from Ling Feng's entanglement and spread its wings high.

Hovering in the void, the wings of the Great Roc Wing swung sharply, and the extremely sharp giant peck pecked towards Ling Feng again.

At the last moment, Ling Feng freed up his hands and dangerously pinched the giant peck like the barb of the Dapeng wings.

A man and a bird fight to the death on the dense brown-yellow water, the yellow waves are monstrous, and the air is shaking.

After all, the Dapeng Wing was a late-stage soul beast, and the strength of its body was still much stronger than that of humans, and it was fighting with the strength of 100,000 jin of Ling Feng, and it was completely at a disadvantage.

Seeing that he couldn't take Ling Feng for a long time, Dapeng Wing lost face and was furious. Pinching the right moment, the golden giant peck was raised violently, and Ling Feng, who was hanging on the tip of the peck, was thrown up more than ten zhang high.

On the line of life and death, Ling Feng broke off with a sigh of relief, and his body stood upright.

At this moment, the giant peck of the Great Peng's wings roared, like a pincer, and between opening and closing, it rolled towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng raised his hands and held the roof of the Dapeng Wing's palate, and his feet were pressed against the Dapeng Wing's lower jaw, like a vertical iron rod, stuck in the pecking of the Dapeng Wing.

"Wow!"

The Roc Wings let out a long roar, and as the organs in his body twitched, a terrifying sound wave pierced through the peck.

The sound waves were like substance, and they bombarded Ling Feng's body in circles.

Ling Feng was like a helpless willow leaf, bleeding in an instant, blown away by sound waves, whirling in the void.

With one successful move, the wings of the Dapeng wings stretched out six or seven feet away, as wide as the door panel, and swept towards Ling Feng's body continuously.

The huge waves rolled, the strong wind howled, and Ling Feng was like an arrow from the string, and was shot dozens of feet away by the wings of the Great Peng. Smashed on top of the brown water,

Ling Feng snorted.

Under the fierce blow of the Great Roc Wing, he was extremely seriously injured.

Seeing that the Dapeng wings were terrifying, Ling Feng temporarily gave up the idea of a decisive battle, and immediately shrank his head, like a catfish, sinking into the water. (