Tower of Babel World.

Black Spirit, endless!

"Brother Yan..."

Yu Jiao, there are tears in her eyes at this moment...

looked at Yan Feng in front of him.

In this place in the center of the endless black spirit, the wind is severe, and the sky is held up with one hand!

The blood at the corners of the mouth keeps sliding down!

In his body, the power of the vortex is constantly being extracted...

And Yan Feng's spirit body is also weakening rapidly!

Three-zhang space, only... Sanzhang!

Envelop the crowd in it!

"Young Emperor...!"

Bingchang, clenching his teeth, he could feel Yan Feng's spiritual weakness.

The seal in his hand continued, trying to pierce the void in front of him, but since this void crack appeared, it was... Not moving at all

No matter what Bingchang is, it is useless!

"Damn it!"

Murong Xue on the side, Dao Yue, Feng Le.

All three of them looked fixed...

Looking at Yan Feng, they knew very well that Yan Feng at this moment was overdrawing himself to protect them... And in this way, it will not last long.

Although the situation is very crisis, Yan Feng at this moment still looks indifferent.

Sweep the dark spirits beyond the barrier of the power of the vortex.

In his eyes, there is killing intent...!

"You... Do you really want my blood?"

Yan Feng's hand was slowly raised.

At its fingertips... There was a drop of essence blood, slowly appearing.

When this essence blood appeared, those black spirits, one by one, seemed to be crazy!

Raise your head to the sky and roar!

The sound of angry howls, accompanied by the wind and sand, roared!

"Young Emperor can't!"

Bingchang's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly transmitted the message to Yan Feng.

"Young Emperor, your blood has the meaning of Emperor Zun, and the Immortal Lord wants to break the three-layer seal with your essence blood!"

"Young Emperor, don't!"

Yan Feng, his expression was indifferent...

He naturally knew that in the dusty world before, when Yan Feng talked to Bingchang.

Yan Feng had asked why the immortal wanted his own three drops of essence blood.

Why, just three drops.

Bingchang didn't know this very well, but after listening to Yan Feng's description.

The two of them came to a conclusion.

The Lord of the Immortals, with the blood of the wind, to be precise... It is to use the meaning of the emperor in the blood to break the seal left by the desolate emperor back then.

This seal is divided into three ways!

The first is the place of the moat, which is sealed in a stone cave.

To break through this path, it takes a drop of essence blood.

The second path is the hundredth layer of the world of this Babel Tower, and to break through this world, it also requires a drop of essence blood.

And the third way!

It's the Tower of Babel!

The Tower of Babel itself is a seal!

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to seal those hundreds of millions of black spirits for so long.

If the Lord of the Immortals wants to return to the world, he must break these three seals.

And these three seals...

Even if the Desolate Emperor is dead, it will last forever.

There are only two ways to break it.

One is that the Emperor of the Desert himself came to break.

Two... It has the power to surpass the Desolate Emperor!

Obviously, the second point is impossible.

Only first!

And the first ...... It is naturally impossible for the Desolate Emperor to break the seal.

Therefore, the Lord of the Immortals can only start from the bloodline of the Desolate Emperor.

When the Lord of the Immortals sensed the aura of the wind appearing in the Tower of Babel...

The excitement in despair is indescribable!

"Why not. ”

Yan Feng, his brows condensed slightly, and his fingertips flicked...

In an instant, this drop of essence blood was thrown out!

The endless black spirit!

They are all rushing towards this essence blood!

For a while, he didn't continue to rush towards Yan Feng's side!

Apparently... The allure of that drop of essence blood is really great.

These black spirits, if anyone grabs this drop of essence blood, send it to the immortal lord.

When the Immortal Lord breaks the seal, this black spirit who sacrifices its essence blood will definitely become the leading existence among the undead and become the left and right of the Immortal Lord.

Such an opportunity, how can these black spirits let it go!

Yan Feng threw out this drop of essence blood, and a large number of black spirits were all fighting, and even began to attack each other!

As a result, the pressure on Yan Feng's side suddenly decreased.

But with a slight relaxation, Yan Feng's body was also violently stunned...

coughed suddenly, a mouthful of blood, and spurted out directly, and his body shook and almost fell to the ground.

The primordial vortex in the dantian was originally a nascent existence, and it couldn't withstand Yan Feng's internal strength at all.

The vortex is directly connected to the spirit body, and the spirit of the wind is already a heavy blow.

"Brother Yan, you... Are you okay?"

Yu Jiao stepped forward to support Yan Feng and asked worriedly.

Yan Feng glanced at Yu Jiao, his expression was still the same as before, seeing this indifferent look, Yu Jiao was originally holding Yan Feng's arm.

Slowly put it back...

Yan Feng, and then swept towards Bingchang and the others.

In the end, the eyes were withdrawn.

He knows... That drop of his own essence blood won't last long.

As long as the essence blood is snatched away by one of the black spirits, these black spirits... Will come back again!

The immortal lord wants three drops of essence blood!

But for some reason... Yan Feng always felt that at this moment, there was a familiar feeling running towards him.

It is precisely because of the emergence of this feeling that Yan Feng has no fear!

The Land of the Trenches!

The moat on all sides!

At this moment, the three sides of the moat, and the powerful black spirits inside it, all began to roar excitedly.

And from the sky, there is a group of black spirits roaring, like victorious generals.

As soon as these black spirits landed in the land of black flames, they fell to their knees one after another, looking into the moat in front of them.

Bow down to the Immortal Lord!

Among these black spirits, the one at the forefront, at this moment... In front of the black spirit, there was a drop of bright red blood.

This blood, the blood of the wind!

Blood rose from the hands of this black spirit and slowly rose.

Finally, it floated in front of the moat of the Immortal Lord.

In the middle of the moat...

The immortal lord, with a pair of dark eyes, stared at this drop of essence blood.

A black aura appeared beside the essence of blood, enveloping it... Escorting this drop of essence blood, slowly drifting towards this moat.

Look at this drop of essence blood.

Suddenly...

The Immortal Lord in the Heavenly Trench laughed wildly!

This laughter echoed throughout the world.

Wind and sand!

Yan Feng listened to the sound of wild laughter in his ears.

This voice, from the land of the heavenly moat, was directly transmitted thousands of miles away.

And at this moment...

Suddenly, the world began to shake violently.

The source of this shock... It's the direction of the moat!

Bingchang, Fengle, Murong Xue, Dao Yue... All of them have changed their faces!

The Lord of the Immortals... Break the first seal!

Beyond the Tower of Babel!

Liu San, Zhao Yao, Qiao Yang.

Threesome... At this moment, his face changed!

The three of them were all people from the era of the Desolate Emperor, and they had all felt the power of the Immortal Lord.

At this moment, all three of them are from this Tower of Babel.

A breath was detected.

A strand... A chilling breath!

That's it, Lord of the Immortals!

The Desolate Emperor has fallen, if the immortal lord is born, there is no one in the world who can suppress him, this holy land... I'm afraid it's going to be completely overturned!