The biggest difference between the seventh rank and the ninth rank is the use of power.

Nine grades of gas collection, eight grades of qi nourishment, and seven grades of condensation.

Because Lin Feng cooperated with the wind, what he condensed was the wind.

Transform into wind in various shapes.

And because he was more familiar with swords, Lin Feng used the power of the wind, just like a sword flyer among immortals, floating up for a short time, and his mobility was full.

Countless blades formed a rain of swords and fell on the body of the Banyan Blood God.

On the banyan tree, a fountain of blood gushes.

Even with those sacrifices, they let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The critical hits of [Rage of the Mountain God] are not like in the game, where large numbers appear on the enemy's heads.

The crit here is a deep wound brought by a sudden sword, a sword that cannot be healed, and it is a blood-colored flame that faintly burns its body!

Damage from dragon and tiger spirit.

Blood God, suffer greatly!

was attacked.

Not to be outdone, the big tree is not to be outdone.

The roots of the tree were violently whipped, shattering the ground, and the mud was flying, and the hits were dangerous, but they didn't hit anyone.

Underneath the ground, the roots of the tree were like wild pythons, arching through the ground and slapping towards Lin Feng.

Flying up Lin Feng, [Sword Heart Tongming] can always properly remind him when to dodge the attack.

The poisonous blood that floated out was also repelled by the wind around Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was very clean.

Trees always have different advantages and disadvantages than animals, and even if they become a blood god, this banyan tree is not suitable for mobile combat.

Not to mention its qi roots, as well as the so-called feet, were all cut off by Lin Feng!

With the blessing of Xiangxi Mountain, the blue amount of forest peaks will never be exhausted!

Lin Feng is never greedy for knives!

I'd rather lose a knife than never more.

Under Lin Feng's sword blade, the sacrifices on the Blood Banyan Tree all showed painful expressions.

Following behind the big banyan tree, the rest of the blood gods who were parasitic along the way rushed towards Lin Feng, and Lin Feng killed them one by one!

[Accurate vision].

The advantage of these passives is that when your strength increases, Lin Feng can clearly discover the fatal flaw of this big banyan tree, and inside it, where the god statue is digested and absorbed, it seems to be its heart.

It is also the thickest part of its skin.

Lin Feng scraped off its skin layer by layer, looking for a chance to die!

If it is said that the first stage of the Great Elder's corpse turned into a blood god, it is the realm of the top nine grades.

The banyan tree should be about seven grades.

Maybe it's the top of the eight grades.

Anyway, no matter how you calculate it, it's not suitable for growing legs and fighting people.

It was supposed to exist as a sacrificial object.

It's okay to defend, but it's not okay to attack.

Creepy, restless low prayers, horrific acts of sacrificing human lives, those above the banyan blood god, finally stopped making sacrifices!

They opened their eyes in unison and let out a howl of pain!

The Blood God did not devour the most essential divine power of the Mountain God.

Those divine powers were given to Lin Feng by the mountain gods.

It has no way to control the surrounding mountains and forests.

There were only big trees, and those sacrificial corpses.

The howl of the sacrificial corpse rushed out, and Lin Feng's eyes were dark, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood!

In the chest, the breath is stirring!

Those mountain people who were used as fodder were instantly drained, and on the bodies of thousands of adults, the skin quickly melted, and the breath continued to rise!

The power is infused from the banyan tree's air roots, and it seems to be to ripen a master!

Lin Feng's somewhat peaceful [Sword Heart Tongming] suddenly became alarmed, Lin Feng's eyes turned black, but when he opened his mouth, a bloody sword spurted out!

Visceral damage!

The mountains of Xiangxi generously gifted him countless vitality, and the scorching lung meridian pain was soothed by vitality.

There is a big difference between the blood sword of the ninth rank and the blood sword of the seventh grade.

In just one moment, the Thousand Households of the [Five Visceral Incense] were smashed into pieces by the blood sword! Before the aroma in his body swept over, he was summoned by Lin Feng with a gust of wind and blown away!

Green blood splattered on the banyan tree, stabbing and burning.

Several more sword qi drilled into the chest cavity of this big tree, and finally smashed the heart of this big tree.

On top of the statue of the mountain god, several old men's faces flew out.

Lin Feng calmed down and looked at these old men's faces, he originally thought that these old men's faces would take back the authority of the mountain god.

Who would have expected that after they appeared, they just glanced at Lin Feng, and their painful expressions finally became calm.

Fluorescent, vanished.

The heart is broken, and the big banyan tree, which also looks dead.

The air roots decayed, and the sacrificial corpses hanging on them also fell.

The strange sound of prayer was gone.

Lin Feng stood in place and breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of behavior of stringing people on a tree made Lin Feng think of the ancient witchcraft practices he had seen when he was reading books before.

Family.

Take people as animals and sacrifice to ghosts and gods.

Witches, witches and men.

Similar to a shaman, but not like a shaman.

In ancient times, it was a professional who communicated with man and God, and was first held by monarchs and royal families.

The major affairs of the country are in worship and Rong.

They revere the most primitive forms of sacrifice.

Personify the ancestors, and on a specific day, kill a few captives, slaves, to please the ancestors, they believe that the ancestors are not only protectors, but also resentful species.

If the ancestors are unhappy, they will hurt the descendants.

Blood food, since the end of the Han Dynasty, has been rejected by the rising Heavenly Master Dao and has become the evil way of the Six Heavens.

Zhang Daoling broke the mountain and cut down the temple, and what was bad was the foundation of these blood and food gods.

Lin Feng smashed his mouth, and came back to his senses.

Blood God?

Is it possible that the god of blood is the legendary god of blood food?

The Ming Dynasty still has the god of blood food?

And something so backward?

Oh, the Ming Dynasty still uses the martyrdom system?

That's fine.

That's really lagging behind.

Got rid of the huge blood god chasing behind here, and I don't know why this blood god ran so far.

There was no need to meditate and breathe, summon the wind, blow around him, and he investigated these dead mountain people and the remnants of the brocade guards, and he didn't see anything from them.

No clues.

After waiting here for a long time, I didn't see the blood god's partner arrive, but waited for the "black clouds to crush the city".

Looking at the thunderclouds in the sky, the surrounding animals began to feel uneasy.

Lin Feng dismissed them.

Otherwise, if the strength is different, the world he sees will be different, originally, Lin Feng couldn't see clearly what was in this cloud, but now, Lin Feng saw it clearly.

Wings, human hands, looming heavenly soldiers.

And a huge, chilling, huge eye.

Fortunately, this huge eye only appeared for a moment, and Lin Feng couldn't see it.

That's it, Lin Feng's eyes were red, and he kept crying.

[Kenshin Tongming] didn't remind him, this eye was not malicious to him, he was injured by mistake.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and listened sideways, and found that this rainfall was definitely not natural selection.

Soon, a rumbling rainstorm fell, and Lin Feng walked into the forest, quietly waiting for the toothless old lady's invitation.

Left and so on do not come.

Right and so on can't come.

After a while, Lin Feng came back to his senses.

Hi, a group of old six, really persimmons pick up soft pinch.

At the time of the ninth grade, these people chased after his ass, and they wanted to die or live.

Seven products, he has something to rely on, so you won't come, right?

Hey, you've got a set of wow!