The dissipation of power continues.

However, the monstrous rules can't get close to the front of the thousand winds.

On one side is the wind standing in the air, and on the other side is the sea of rules is turbulent.

The advent of each rule has led to the momentum of destroying the world, and all of them regard Qianrenfeng as a thorn in the flesh.

It's a pity that these rules can only stare at thousands of people in the Douluo position.

If these rules are wise, at this time, I definitely hate Qianrenfeng so much that I itch my teeth.

People who trample on the rules.

At this time, the rules of the heavens must be forcibly blessed on him alone.

He alone will bear all the judgments.

Again when the rules don't exist, again to provoke the rules.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

"Poof—"

Suddenly, a trace of blood rushed out from the corner of Qianrenfeng's mouth, and the red blood kept dripping downward.

Before it landed on the sea, the blood was evaporated in the middle of the road.

"Hehe, has the backlash of the rules finally begun?"

Qian Renfeng muttered to himself, looking at the monstrous rules outside the Douluo plane, looking at the endless rules that did not completely descend on the Douluo plane.

But on his body, there are already many dark wounds.

"Meditation!"

In the forbidden place, Qiandaoliu opened his eyes suddenly, he saw the situation of Qianrenfeng spitting blood, and also saw the sharp light that burst out of Bibi Dong's eyes, and he shouted at the moment.

"Feng'er is already in charge, he can carry all the responsibilities of the Douluo plane on his shoulders alone, we can't add trouble to him."

"You should know very well that the extent of the power of Feng'er just now is not something you and I can replace, and it won't help if we go up."

"On the contrary, if we had made a sudden move and he ended up protecting us, it could have been even worse."

Qiandaoliu's breath was steady, and the ontological martial soul behind him was constantly being tempered, and his voice was low and hoarse.

Every word, he said it on Bibi Dong's heart.

Bibi Dong's red lips pursed, listening to Qiandaoliu's words, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she hesitated for a long time and finally didn't move.

Not only her, but Gu Yuena on the other side was also in a very wrong situation at this time.

Although there was no movement, the aura on Gu Yuena's body became very unstable at this time.

Obviously, all of this is because Qianrenfeng was suddenly affected by the rules after she was emotionally affected.

If it weren't for her strong concentration, she would not have been able to sit still at this time, and she would have rushed to Qianrenfeng's side.

Seeing that everyone didn't move, a smile tugged at the corner of Qianrenfeng's mouth.

The worst-case scenario did not arise.

Knowing all this, he was completely at ease.

"Slash!"

With a light drink, the Death Scythe appeared in the palm of his hand, and the swarthy scythe was very thin in the sea of rules.

No, as before, Qian Renfeng was talking about slashing at this time, but he didn't really slash the Death Scythe towards the Sea of Rules.

A crack appeared on top of the Death Scythe, and Qianrenfeng just watched quietly.

Watching the cracks appear, the smile on his face became even worse.

His chopping is not the chopping rules, but the chopping itself.

The one who slashed is the Death Scythe.

With the blade of the Death Scythe, slash the body of the Death Scythe.

If it is not broken, it will not stand.

If it is broken, it will pass through heaven and earth.

No matter how you say it, he is also an outsider, and Qian Renfeng's understanding of the Douluo Continent is too clear and too clear.

The so-called super artifact is actually like that.

He doesn't need a super artifact, what he has condensed with his martial soul is already comparable to a super artifact.

So......

Ordinary super artifacts simply couldn't meet his needs.

At this time, what he had to do was to push what happened to Qiandaoliu, Bo Saixi, and Bibi Dong on himself.

Shatter your own martial spirit.

Temper with rules and melt the position of the true god king.

Clicks–

Clicks–

There are more and more cracks in the Death Scythe, and some places have become completely hollow.

Thousand Wind did not stop it.

Not only did he not stop it, but the eight-winged fallen angel martial spirit also appeared behind him.

One rule after another, as if it had eyes, wrapped around the eight-winged fallen angel.

"Uh-"

A strange cry came from the eight-winged fallen angel martial spirit.

The voice is sharp and penetrating to the soul.

Qian Lingfeng was still unmoved, he just watched indifferently as the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul was constantly torn apart under the rules.

Just like the Death Scythe, cracks also appeared on the body of the eight-winged fallen angel martial spirit.

However, at this time, these cracks on the eight-winged fallen angel were like wounds on a human body.

With each crack appearing, black blood spills out of it.

"As expected."

"This martial soul is indeed not a good thing."

Qian Renfeng's expression was indifferent, and his cold pupils swept down the eight-winged fallen angel martial spirit.

The black blood strengthened his guess in his heart.

"Fortunately, I suddenly had this kind of thought, if I became a god in this way, this eight-winged fallen angel martial soul may eventually become my biggest problem."

"The embodiment of darkness, the body of evil, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep my true heart in the end, and truly become the most evil and evil in this great universe and space."

Cold bytes popped out of Qianrenfeng's lips, and his cold expression did not change in the slightest.

He vaguely remembered that when he first awakened the martial spirit, he almost died.

At that time, it was not Bibi Dong who wanted to make a move on him, but Qiandaoliu.

At that time, Qiandaoliu was the high priest who guarded the position of the angel god, the existence of sacrifice for the next angel god, and it was also the last hole card of the Wuhun Hall at that time.

Evil is not tolerated by the Wuhun Palace.

The generation of evil martial spirits is the thorn in the side of Qiandaoliu.

Fortunately, he showed enough courage, and he showed that he was not corrupted by the evil martial spirit.

In the end, he survived.

Eventually, he got to where he is now.

Since that time, Qianrenfeng has been thinking about a problem.

Martial soul, how can you control a soul master.

Until now, after he had verified his guesses, he must have done something.

The evil martial soul may not be considered a martial soul in essence.

Because of some special properties of martial spirits, these evils will imperceptibly affect people.

It's like Tang San.

After the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline was stripped away, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit mutated into a vampire vine.

The vampire vine is the evil martial soul, it is the martial soul that only the evil soul master can have, under the influence of the vampire vine, under the condition that Tang San was also willing to fall, Tang San turned into what he is now.

And he didn't want to embark on a path like Tang San.

He doesn't want to be a puppet affected by martial spirits.

The thing at the moment is the change he has made for all this.

Three evil martial spirits.

The eight-winged fallen angel, the abyssal dragon, and the Death Scythe.

Any single martial soul is enough to affect a normal soul master, he has three such evil martial souls, and he is still a primitive trinity martial soul.

It was really affected, and the consequences were unimaginable.

Qianrenfeng didn't dare to imagine that if he really created the position of the god king, he created the second god realm, but in the end he was affected by evil.

At that time, he was afraid that he would become the second dragon god.

Destroy the heavens and the earth, destroy the Second God Realm to a mess, and even kill the people close to you.

In the end, in order to exist reasonably, he may also follow the path of the dragon god and have to be cut off on his own initiative.

Knowing all this, he naturally won't let the evil martial soul become his biggest weakness, and he wants to pull out all these weaknesses.

"Next, it's your turn."

Soon, Qianrenfeng's gaze fell on the Abyss Demon Dragon Martial Soul.

The Death Scythe has cracked so much that it doesn't seem to be like words, and the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul is also scarred.

Right now, the only one who is still sound is the Abyss Demon Dragon.

Qianrenfeng was very cold and arrogant, and he didn't hesitate at all.

To do it is to be the most absolute.

"Slash!"

Roar –

Qianrenfeng shouted softly again.

In the next second, the Abyss Demon Dragon let out a hysterical roar.

Just like the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul and the death scythe, wounds also appeared on its body.

The same black blood spilled down from the dragon's body, and pieces of purple-black dragon scales fell down the sky.

The dragon scales burned with black flames, and black flames dotted the sky.

The black lotus blossoms, and the blood flowers overflow.

The beauty of the sky is breathtakingly beautiful.

"Poof—"

At this time, Qianrenfeng spat out another mouthful of blood, and the Death Scythe was completely shattered.

The martial soul is shattered, and the backlash follows.

Blood spilled into the sky, and the breath of a thousand winds fell sharply.

Tall body, slightly rickety.

A rare green tendon appeared on Qianrenfeng's forehead, and his knees were already a little bent.

However, even in such a situation, he still maintained his unbeatable arrogance.

In any case, it is necessary to stand.

Kneeling, or lying down, is absolutely impossible to appear in his dictionary of life, and it must never appear.

In the forbidden land, everyone noticed the situation of Qianrenfeng at this time, and they all had unbearable looks in their eyes.

Unlike before, their aura had already begun to rise, and they could even feel something hard in their eyebrows. M.biQuge.biZ

Those are their Godheads.

However, in the process of creating Godhead, they did not feel the slightest pressure.

All the pressure was carried by Qianrenfeng alone.

At this moment, Qian Renfeng is not only carrying all the pressure alone, but also shattering his own martial soul.

The shattering of the martial soul is fatal to the soul master.

In the lightest, he was severely injured and hammered to death, and he collapsed.

In the worst case, it fell on the spot and turned into a handful of loess.

It is definitely very dangerous to behave like this when you are safe and sound, not to mention that at this time, Qianrenfeng is still carrying all the rules alone.

The sea of rules didn't make any moves, but the backlash of the rules continued to riot on Qianrenfeng.

Everyone didn't feel the backlash of the rules, just because Qianrenfeng never showed it.

Moreover, the real rule suppression has not yet completely come.

"Keep breaking through!"

"He fought everything for you alone, if you can't break through, then you will be ashamed of his help to you."

"Also, the Douluo Soul Beast obeys orders, if you can't become a god this time, then this king will personally send you on your way after that incident."

"The unique conditions have been prepared for you, if you can't even pass the level of becoming a god, how can this king expect you to help this king sit in all directions in the future."

Gu Yuena spoke, and her voice was very calm.

The temperament of the king, which is not lost to the wind of thousands of people, is undoubtedly displayed at this moment.

Every time Qianrenfeng vomited blood, she saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart.

The relationship between the two has already changed qualitatively unconsciously.

She wouldn't be willing to bow her head in front of Qianrenfeng, but she definitely couldn't bear to see Qianrenfeng get hurt.

At this time, Qianrenfeng was the weakest Qianrenfeng she had ever seen.

In the past, the people who stood up to the sky and the earth have now embarked on this road because they want to disperse their strength and shatter their own martial souls.

She was devastated.

And in the same way, she also knew very well how much it was of great help to all the creatures on the Douluo plane to become gods.

The easiest way to become a god is this.

When Di Tian and the others heard Gu Yuena's low roar with evil spirits, they all regained their thoughts and began to integrate all their minds into the matter of condensing their godheads.

Dusty Heart and the others, Qiandaoliu and the others, as well as the Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others, did not dare to continue to delay time at this time, and they all withdrew their eyes from Qian Renfeng.

Not to add to the chaos is the greatest help.

"Uh-"

The roar of the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul sounded again.

Finally, after persisting for a long time, the eight-winged fallen angel martial soul completely turned into nothingness under the tempering of the rules.

The black aura permeates the heavens and the earth.

Every black aura wants to return to Qianrenfeng, but it has never been able to integrate into it.

There is no Death Scythe, and there is no eight-winged fallen angel martial spirit.

Qianrenfeng's aura became weaker, and the only remaining abyss demon dragon martial soul in front of him continued to struggle above the heavenly dome.

Uncontrolled wounds appeared one after another, and it hurt to the extreme.

It was not willing to be reduced to nothingness, and it wanted to continue struggling.

It's just that no matter how hard it struggles, it can't stop the rhythm of its body being torn apart.

"Roar—"

The dragon's groan, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The Abyssal Dragon roared, and finally after the last roar, its majestic body turned into a mass of air.

A black lotus flower blooms above the heavenly dome.

Blood-colored flowers, dotted around the black lotus.

The Death Scythe is gone.

The eight-winged fallen angel is gone.

The Abyss Demon Dragon has also embarked on the path of disappearing.

The three martial souls, the trinity martial souls, the biggest reliance since the debut of Qianrenfeng.

At this moment, it completely dissolves into nothingness.

The breath fell wildly, and the bend of Qianrenfeng's knees became even greater.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and his breath became very heavy.

Every time I breathe, it's like carrying a mountain and gasping.

The dull voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Beads of blood were sprinkled in the sky.

No distress, no regret.

At this time, Qianrenfeng's face was full of shallow smiles.

Seeing the dissipation of the three martial spirits, the big stone that he was most worried about in his heart, the highest hanging, finally hit the ground with a bang.

The biggest weakness was completely uprooted.

His martial soul was finally completely shattered at this moment.

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