Mo Shangqiu stood on top of the void and looked at Lan Feng with a shocked face, he had always been very confident in the collision of pure flesh.

And in order to show his strength in physical cultivation, he has used his physical body countless times to face the attacks of the magic weapon spirit decision, and he has suppressed it nakedly.

The strength of Lan Feng's physical body was somewhat unexpected to him, and he steadily pressed himself and went to a higher level in physical cultivation, Mo Shangqiu couldn't accept this fact.

Mo Shangqiu wiped the blood from his body with his big hand and added it to his mouth, showing a bloodthirsty expression on his face, and staring at Lan Feng with his eyes.

"Little thief, kill him, kill him. Zheng Kexiang danced with his hands happily below, so he didn't look excited.

"What's the big deal, just eat the brute force of Zhilu Dao. Nan Qingyu stroked her beloved horse with her hand and muttered to herself.

Lan Yufeng's face was slightly dark, and then she was extremely excited, Yun Xin still had that salty and non-talkative expression, as if she was born with this expression, and there was no other superfluous temperament.

The seven women showed a look of adoration on their faces, and they worshiped the strong, they didn't think Lan Feng was anything like before, especially in the Longyin Tea House, Lan Feng embraced Yun Xin with a bold hand, which made them the most uncomfortable.

However, on the bloody road, Lan Feng killed all the way, and when he was strong, he was strong, and he went against the sky, so their views on Lan Feng changed dramatically, and this is a real man.

The faces of the students in the Upper Court were not good at all, as if they were defeated, they looked sad, and they just couldn't believe it, which was most obvious in the few peak spirit martial artists in the Upper Court.

Several peak spirit martial artists in the Upper Court couldn't accept the fact that Mo Shangqiu had failed in the physical collision, that was the heir to the mantle of the head of the True Dragon Academy.

It must have been a mistake, a mistake, or Mo Shangqiu had fought with several of his senior brothers and sisters, and was seriously injured, which made his strength drop, and he could recover after a while.

Some of the students of the upper courtyard had already sneaked out of the house, Mo Shangqiu obviously couldn't shoot and kill the people who came out from all over the Seven Domains, and the thirty-six plans were the best plan, and they chose to flash people, silent flash people.

Lan Yufeng's bloody killing of the two peak spirit martial artists made them feel cold, and every time they saw Mo Shangqiu being knocked out of the body by Lan Feng, they felt that they were one step closer to being bloodily killed by that female killing god.

They feel that they are caught in this oppressive atmosphere, and they are about to get sick and even go crazy.

Mo Shangqiu's whole person stood still, and the gray light around his body suddenly surged, and the cold light flashed on his eyebrows, revealing a picture.

The picture grows larger in the wind and slowly rises into the air, covering the entire air.

The picture is painted with mountains and rivers, and a few lines of words are even written on grass, those words don't look good, like chicken feet, but with a general trend, a kind of avenue charm.

"River Tuluo book. ”

When several peak spirit warriors in the upper courtyard saw this picture, they shouted excitedly, this picture has always been a legendary existence in the upper court.

It is said that this picture was passed down from ancient times, from the back of a sea turtle, and was obtained by a powerful man. This picture has the ability to turn over the river and the sea, and it is an artifact existence on the ancient battlefield, saving people in the heart and killing people in the wild.

"The junior took this picture from this seat. Lan Feng's mind suddenly sounded the excited voice of the old man with the heart demon.

"Heart Demon Old Demon, don't you see that this picture is incomplete? Look at your excitement, as if you have never seen a treasure, this picture can't even be called a spiritual weapon now. The old man who did good deeds said disdainfully.

Once Lan Feng entered the battle, he was affected by the desire to kill in the blood pool, and the whole became extremely bloodthirsty and belligerent, and he just said hello to the two old men, and had no other thoughts.

Yun Xin's face showed a slight excitement, and she was attracted by the Hetu Luo Shu, this is the existence of an ancient artifact, and the combat power is overwhelming.

"Isn't it just a broken picture?" Zheng Ke couldn't think of it, Lan Yufeng had a calm face, she was worried about Xiao Lanfeng's safety, and even she had an urge to rush up and tear this picture apart.

The fighting spirit of the students in the upper courtyard was high, and they looked into the air with a wave of admiration, they have all heard of the Hetu Luoshu, the so-called Yitu has me in the world.

Killing this son of a bitch, Lao Tzu was frightened, and the students in the upper courtyard breathed a sigh of relief, they all seemed to see Lan Feng forcibly suppressed and killed under the power of Hetuluo Shutaotian.

Mo Shangqiu's face showed a solemn look, and his fingers were pinched and dragged in front of his lips, and there were words in his mouth for a while, suddenly, the river Tuluo was good at it, the mountains and rivers on the picture showed vitality, and the rolling river flowed beside the mountains, but the few lines of words engraved on the edge of the cliff seemed to be very secret, and with Mo Shang's cultivation of the flip, it was impossible to urge the rhyme of a few lines of words.

Lan Feng found that after feeling the heroic righteousness of Hetu Luoshu in the blood pool in his body, he suddenly shook violently, and wanted to rush out of his body.

The anti-heaven cultivator made a spun and spun around, and it ran quickly, suppressing the blood pool to the death, and it couldn't rush out without being summoned by Lan Feng.

Lan Feng didn't know what the blood pool had to do with Hetu Luoshu, and when Hetuluoshu appeared, the blood pool was excited to rush up and devour the pair.

After Lan Feng settled his mind, his mind swirled, and the blood map appeared from under the root of his feet, and the blood map appeared, and the blood light and evil qi swept out, surging in the sky.

And before Lan Feng could use the spiritual power to urge, the blood map rotated on its own, slowly becoming larger, dragging Lan Feng into the air, the blood light was surging, and the magic power was surging.

The mountains and rivers on the river map shook suddenly, broke free from the map, and turned into an immeasurable mountain and suppressed the Lan Feng in the air.

Lan Yufeng's face instantly became extremely ugly, and even showed a hint of madness, she looked at the immeasurable mountain in the air and pressed down, and the whole person lost her mind.

"I'm going to save Xiao Lanfeng, no one can kill my brother, or die. Lan Yufeng's wild aura swept out, volleyed into the air, and collided with Wuliang Mountain.

"Yufeng. Yun Xin grabbed Lan Yufeng and called softly.

"Yes, Sister Yufeng, Lan Feng, this little thief is bad, haven't you heard of it? A good man will not die if he does not live long and will suffer for a thousand years. Zheng Kexiang also came over to be a helper, and pulled Lan Yufeng to death, preventing him from going up to die.

Lan Feng felt the pressure, and Wuliang Mountain pressed down, he was completely out of breath, and even he felt that he was very small in front of Wuliang Mountain, and he was dispensable.

Lan Feng hated this feeling extremely much, he forcibly suppressed these thoughts in his mind, and dragged his big hand up, revealing the blood map on his hand.

Lan Feng felt a little weird, why was the blood diagram so obedient? In the past, every time he made the blood pool, he had to operate against the heavens and cultivate the gods before he could urge the blood pool to fight the enemy.

But now Lan Feng didn't have the heart to think about something, he slapped it out of the big hand on the body, and the blood pool twisted into a pair of big blood mark hands, and hit it sideways.

"Boom ......"

With a blow from the blood seal's big hand, it carried a rolling blood light, and directly smashed the Infinite Mountain.

Everyone was a little wide-eyed, looking incredulous, what kind of terrifying spirit existence was this blood-stained hand, or what kind of ancient treasure.