Ling Feng's body kept splitting into bloody clones, and he quickly rushed forward, knocking all the Light Cult disciples besieging Murong Yaqing to the ground.

He was preparing to turn them all into blood golems and deal with them later.

Suddenly, a mutation occurred, and Ling Feng's bloody clone almost instinctively retracted into Ling Feng's body, and then, one by one, the bodies of the Light Cultists who had fallen to the ground and lost their combat power suddenly bloomed with an extremely strong white light, turning into a scorching energy storm that spread towards Death Zhou.

Although Murong Yaqing and the others were covered and retreated early in the morning, they still did not fully reach the safe area, and were actually swept away by the energy storm.

Everyone exclaimed again and again, even though they used the strongest strength to protect the vital points of their bodies, the armor and skirt on their bodies became full of holes.

A large piece of smooth skin on Murong Yaqing's body was exposed, and before everyone could react, he had already exclaimed, took out a huge sheet from the space ring to cover himself, and then sent a voice from afar to Ling Feng for help.

"Fenglang, quick, you use the bloody clone to guard me outside, I want to change my clothes. ”

When Ling Feng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, but he still used thirty bloody clones to tightly surround Murong Yaqing, forming a temporary enclosed space for her, allowing her to change her clothes with peace of mind.

This is obviously just a small episode, after Murong Yaqing changed her clothes, she decisively accepted Ling Feng's bloody clone possession, and directly took Temu Corundum to Nanhua Gate to find her brother Murong Yuqing.

Before leaving, Murong Yaqing analyzed Ling Feng and said, "Now in the entire Yan Imperial Palace, only the Royal Spirit Sword Regiment under the command of my brother is insisting on resisting, if he loses there, I am afraid that Feng Lang will have to kill the Guangyuan Fire City garrison to completely quell the chaos." ”

When Ling Feng heard this analysis, his expression immediately moved, and he hurriedly comforted Murong Yaqing and said: "Don't worry so much, the situation should not be so critical, there are really too many masters of the Bright Holy Sect in Donglin City to deal with me, and now in this Yuanhuo City, except for Bai Guangming or Duanwang Cultivation, the others should only be Martial Zun or even Half-Saint Cultivation, and Brother Yuqing controls the Royal Spirit Sword Regiment, so there should be nothing to do for the time being."

You take my bloody clone to support Brother Yuqing, and I will help Bing'er kill this white-robed man first and then fight with you. ”

After Murong Yaqing left, Ling Feng immediately shifted his attention to the white-robed martial artist who was fighting against Baili Tianbing.

Soon, he was shocked to find that this person's combat power had faintly begun to suppress the cold ice blast fingers of Baili Tianbing.

The white light and the light blue ice force collided with each other, and the figure of Baili Tianbing was bombarded and kept retreating, although it was not a hundred grounds, but it was not too far away from complete defeat.

Seeing this, Ling Feng couldn't help but let out a wild cry in his mouth, and his body turned into several afterimages, and slapped it towards the figure that was constantly oppressing Baili Tianbing.

Although this is the simplest and most ordinary palm, it is also a full palm that integrates the cultivation of the Blood Saint Realm, although there are not too many fancy skills, but in terms of strength, it is the palm power, and the entire space has become a terrifying world with monstrous blood waves.

The white-robed martial artist screamed miserably, and was directly swallowed by the black hole in the center of the Blood Wave World, completely turning into the blood qi in Ling Feng's body, let alone escaping, even if he had no chance to explode, he was directly annihilated from this world by Ling Feng's palm.

Baili Tianbing looked at Ling Feng in horror, thinking that when the cold ice spiritual power in his body was exhausted and he was unable to continue to fight again, the sadness and despair in his heart couldn't help but turn into a ball of fire and rushed into Ling Feng's arms.

"Fenglang, scared me to death, I almost died just now, now I think about it, I'm really scared, I'm so stupid, I ......" Baili Tianbing nested in Ling Feng's arms, talking and talking, suddenly the corners of his mouth couldn't stop bleeding, and the skin on his body began to peel off constantly, like a peeling ceramic, and the skin on his body became layer by layer, looking old and ugly, as if he had become a terrifying monster.

Ling Feng looked at Baili Tianbing in fear, although he tried his best to hide the shock in his heart, he was still discovered by Baili Tianbing.

"What's wrong with me? I ......" Baili Tianbing looked at his arm in horror, touched his rough cheeks, and his heart was filled with endless sadness and despair.

Even though Ling Feng repeatedly shattered the ice mirror she had condensed, she could still imagine how terrifying her face had become.

"Kill me!Feng Lang, I beg you, I don't want this!" Baili Tianbing, a woman who has always been extremely strong, suddenly became extremely fragile and sensitive.

Ling Feng hugged her and roared in great pain: "Fool, you are just injured, you will be fine." ”

Even though Ling Feng didn't know what the white-robed martial artist had done to Baili Tianbing, at this moment, he still hoped that he would make Baili Tianbing sober up a little bit through his roar.

"Fool, it's useless, look at my hands, I feel that every inch of my skin and flesh, from the inside out, is roasted dry and transparent, and my whole body, my whole life, seems to be warm......

Fenglang, don't be stupid, I'm an ice martial artist, although I have replaced your fire spirit root, but I can't change the true color of my bones after all. I'm running out of water, I ......

I think it's so warm...... It's so bright, it's so bright......"

Baili Tianbing was talking as he spoke, and suddenly two extremely bright white lights shot out of his eyes, and the whole person stiffened in Ling Feng's arms, never moving again.

Ling Feng shook Baili Tianbing's body in fear, and it actually made a buzzing wind breaking sound that did not resemble a living body.

"This ......"

Ling Feng held Baili Tianbing's shoulders in fear, trying to hold her rough face with both hands, and although he was cautious, he still heard a crisp click in fear.

When Ling Feng reacted, he was terrified to find that Baili Tianbing's face had cracked a terrifying crack in his hand.

"No, it's not true, it's not!" Ling Feng roared frantically, and in a panic, he struggled to push away Baili Tianbing's body, and with a bang, he fell into snow-white fragments, and after a while, his kung fu turned into smoke and dust in the wind, and disappeared completely.

"Bing'er, where are you? You can't die, it's impossible, you're the peak of a half-saint, there are no other martial saints in this world except me, it's impossible for him to kill you?"

But no one responded to Ling Feng, even if he took out the Wanli Sound Transmission Jade and called Baili Tianbing, he still couldn't get a response from her.

"She's not dead, she's not dead, she's not dead...... Ling Feng couldn't help but hold it mechanically, his eyes were blood-red, his expression was full of madness, and his limbs couldn't dance blindly for a moment.

The world suddenly became extremely silent, Ling Feng's heart felt extremely bleak and lonely, and above the high sky, a bright white light shone down quietly, enveloping Ling Fengfei's body and constantly warming his body and heart.

Ling Feng's expression gradually became lazy, his limbs became more and more relaxed, and the extremely powerful Saint Realm blood qi in his body began to evaporate rapidly, gradually becoming a spark torch with blood-colored flames above his head.