Chapter Fifty-Nine: Angry Blood Stirring War Yuan Infant
"The dignified Blood Sect Master, but he is also the one who hides his head and shows his tail", Lu Feng looked at his feet and slowly spoke.
"What, that Blood Sect Sect Master is actually at our feet!" When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, and they looked around in disbelief.
Seeing that there was no movement on the ground, Lu Feng sneered. The three-zhang immortal spear in his hand stabbed abruptly into the air, and countless heaven and earth spiritual qi swept away, turning into a whirlwind of Dao spiritual power, and under Lu Feng's angry shout, it fell to the ground fiercely.
In the roar, the spiritual power was everywhere, the gravel was all over the sky, the earth was torn apart, and a hundred-zhang ravine lined up in front of everyone, bottomless.
"Hiss", everyone gasped.
The High Priest and the Sect Master of the Imperial Beast Sect glanced at each other and slowly retreated. And the blood lady has a strange look in her eyes.
A strong smell of blood permeated the ravine, making it disgusting. A figure rushed out of the ravine, gradually revealing its figure.
"Blood Sect Master, it's really his !!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise when the figure revealed its face.
The true name of the Blood Sect Sect Master is unknown to anyone, but its strength is recognized as the first in the Four Seas Cultivation Realm. There is no other reason, as early as many years ago, it was rumored that his cultivation had faintly reached the late stage of the Yudan, and now that many years have passed, his strength will only become more terrifying!
The Blood Sect Sect Sect Master was a middle-aged man with a slightly pale complexion, with a gloomy expression, under a white robe, his face was expressionless, like a zombie, and the thick smell of blood emanated from his body.
"Your Excellency is very good, I don't know what your intention is to put down this big array that spans thousands of miles", Lu Feng stared at the person in front of him, his face was solemn, and he said slowly.
As soon as this Blood Sect Sect Master appeared, a suffocating pressure rushed to his face, and a thick life and death crisis filled Lu Feng's mind, this kind of crisis was the strongest one since Lu Feng's cultivation, and it could be called a life and death catastrophe.
Lu Feng secretly operated the way of spiritual arts, and there seemed to be countless invisible things in the heaven and earth that were stripped of layers of silk, and in just a moment, Lu Feng knew that the crisis of life and death came from the land under his feet!
When the Blood Sect Sect Master heard this, his eyes flashed, and he chuckled lightly: "At a young age, you have such a ability, but it is extraordinary, if you are willing to be my blood servant, you can avoid death."
"Sect Master!" The Blood Lady couldn't help but speak, as soon as the Blood Sect Master raised her hand, the Blood Lady's words came to her mouth, and she stopped living, staring at Lu Feng with hatred.
The Blood Sect Sect Master smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care whether Lu Feng agreed or not, and his aura was faintly blended with heaven and earth, if there was nothing.
"This! The True Yuan runs on its own, secretly merging the heavens and the earth, this is the realm of the Yuan Infant!" the High Priest couldn't help but roar!
"What! Yuan Ying!" The high priest's words stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone was shocked, and the people of the Aotian Sect showed even more despair, and Aotianxing let out an unwilling roar and fell down!
The figure of the Lord of the Four Seas in the distance suddenly stiffened, and he seemed to be much older in a short moment. The mood of the crowd could not be calm for a long time.
The Four Seas Cultivation Realm, this day, is going to change!
Like an earth-shattering storm that is about to sweep across the entire Four Seas Kingdom, all cultivators must tremble and surrender!
The only person on the field with a calm expression was Lu Feng, although Lu Feng had never seen the cultivation of the Yuan Infant, but the life and death crisis brought to him by the Blood Sect Sect Master in front of him was not strong, and he couldn't help but conclude that the Blood Sect Master had not reached the realm of the Yuan Infant, or rather, the half-step Yuan Baby!
But even if it is that half-step Yuan Baby, it is not comparable to the realm of the Dan, the Yuan Infant has already had a first glimpse of the world, all kinds of magical powers can turn decay into magic, and what is even more terrifying is that the Yuan Infant can teleport!
It's a real teleportation! This pair of monks under the primordial infant is a nightmare, and they have no power to resist!
Lu Feng gradually frowned, but did not speak. The Blood Sect Sect Master didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and still looked at Lu Feng with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Lu Feng", Zhang Pengfei hugged the corpse of Ao Tianxing, looked at the air, muttered in his mouth, and his mood was extremely complicated.
After the shock, the rest of the people were very envious of Lu Feng in their hearts, and no one thought that Lu Feng would refuse, after all, it was the Yuan Infant! The Four Seas Cultivation True Realm had not yet produced the Yuan Infant Cultivator for hundreds of years! What a chance to be able to return to the Yuan Infant Sect! What a glory and creation! Refusal is death, and promise is a road to heaven leading to the Yuan Infant!
Zhang Pengfei slowly lowered his head, the crazy hatred in his eyes flashed, and he whispered in his heart: "Little junior brother, I don't blame you, I don't blame you!" His fingernails sank into his palms but he didn't know it, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes, the sorrow in his heart, the pain in his heart, the helplessness in his heart, I couldn't wait to look up to the sky and roar, tear this sky, tear this earth, and tear up the blood sect master!
At this moment, those who were familiar with Lu Feng all raised their heads, waiting for the answer they didn't want to believe in their hearts, although that hope was too small and almost impossible, they still didn't want to give up!
Ten zhang in the sky, Lu Feng stood quietly, huge like the body of a demon god, and at a glance, he still couldn't suppress the deep shock in his heart.
Lu Feng, whose face was always calm, couldn't help but show a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and the ridicule became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into laughing at the sky, laughing wildly!
The laughter shook the sky, the sound waves rolled, like thunder roaring, deafening, and the cultivation was lower than the cultivation of the foundation, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the eyes showed a shocked color, and immediately meditated on the ground, showing a painful face, and struggling to support.
The spiritual power in the cultivation body of the foundation was tumbling, uncontrollable, as if ten thousand horses were galloping, the angry waves were roaring, and he had to suppress it with all his strength under his pale face, and there was a deep fear in his eyes.
The Blood Sect Sect Master frowned slightly, this kind of sound was just equivalent to a breeze on his face, so he naturally didn't care, what he cared about was Lu Feng's attitude!
Lu Feng slowly stopped and lowered his head, the color of madness in his eyes was pervasive, he pointed at the sect master of the Blood Sect, and shouted loudly: "Little Yuanying, dare to make me surrender, when our clan survives, you should be an ant!"
As soon as the words fell, Lu Feng's momentum soared, and his eyes swelled with monstrous battle intent. In this battle, Lu Feng is not afraid! Don't say that it is a Yuan Baby, even if it is a god cultivator, Lu Feng dares to fight with it!
Countless years ago, the ancient tribe was infinitely brilliant, looking at the ancient and modern times, who can make the ancient tribe a slave, the ancient tribe only has those who died in battle, and there are no slaves! Even if you bow your head, it is only for a while, not forever.
Now, the ancient clan that disappeared for endless years is back in Lu Feng's wild laughter!
The contempt of the Blood Sect Master aroused the dignity of Lu Feng's ancient bloodline, the people of the ancient clan can die in battle and never surrender!
"Fight!" Lu Feng roared angrily, his black hair was windless, and he floated backwards. Under the crazy flow of the ancient blood veins in the body, the body almost wanted to explode!
A hundred-zhang giant phantom gradually appeared behind Lu Feng, and his eyes, which had always been closed, suddenly opened!
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