Invincible Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 107 Fighting Wu Zong

"Want to challenge the old man? Then the old man will take your dog's life!"

Zhang Yunpeng frowned, and murderous intent burst out in his deep eyes.

He has already seen that this young man is not simple, he is not afraid to face hundreds of Xuanyuanzong disciples alone, he is definitely a genius.

Young and fierce.

If there is no hidden cultivation, with the early cultivation of martial arts, he can kill two martial arts peak disciples in one move, causing one death and one injury. This strength is worth paying attention to.

In particular, Zhang Yunpeng was puzzled by the fact that the attack with the secret power of the soul just now suffered backlash.

With a cold snort, a terrifying coercion belonging to the Wuzong powerhouse was completely released, crushing towards Zhou Lin.

"You can't take my life away! Come on, let me see your strength, don't let me down!"

With a wrong hand, Zhou Lin urged Tun Tian Shen Jue, his eyes eager to try.

The golden primordial liquid in the dantian rolled over, quickly vaporized, and released into Tuntian True Qi.

All the horses were silent, and the violent Tuntian Zhenqi galloped through the meridians in the body, letting out a rumbling roar, and the breath released completely resisted the suppression of Jin Danqi's breath.

"It's amazing, how old is he? He can actually cultivate to the point where all the pulses are singing together, no wonder he is so arrogant."

"The elder's aura is showing some signs of being uncontrollable, how is this possible?"

The Wuling disciples on the side turned pale with shock. They are all the arrogance of the sect, so they naturally know what a state of Qiming all pulses is, and how difficult it is to reach this state at this age.

Now I actually saw one, and he was younger than them!
The point is, he is too young. At such an age, he can suppress the peak martial spirit disciples with a single shot, and dare to compete with the aura of the elders of Wuzong. Such a genius is an enemy. The disciples of Xuanyuanzong are nervous. However, among the younger generation of Xuan Yuanzong, there may not be many who can compete with him.

This is simply a genius among geniuses. If he does not fall, he will surely become a giant in the future.

Song Yunfei tightly hugged Junior Sister Ji's cold corpse, anger burst out of his eyes.

His momentary carelessness eventually led to losing everything, his life was completely dark, he became a negative teaching material, and his sweetheart died as a result.

The most painful thing is that in the future, maybe everyone will hear his legend, but I don't even have the qualifications to turn the tables.

"Kill him, definitely kill him!"

The current Song Yunfei can only hope that the elder can slay this great enemy. He roared angrily: "What are you doing in a daze? Surround him and wait for the elder's order to kill this person!"

The disciples of Xuanyuanzong quickly completed the siege, staring at Zhou Lin with unkind eyes.

So what if you are talented, if you die before you grow up, then you are not a genius, but a fool.

They didn't think that Zhou Lin could resist Elder Zhang's anger. After all, the elder was a strong Wu Zong. If he crossed a level and made a move, it would definitely be an overwhelming crush!

"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, I'll let you taste the old man's Blood Cloud Dafa!"

Zhang Yunpeng had already made a move, his body was shaken, and countless blood qi came out through his body, condensing into a huge blood-colored skull about three feet in size in mid-air.

"go with!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhou Lin, the bloody skull came alive, opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of blood, which swelled in the wind and turned into a half-acre-sized cloud of blood hanging above his head.

The blood-colored skull made a piercing sound of bone vibrations, and flashed into the blood cloud. The blood cloud seemed to have agility, hovering in mid-air, and moved towards the envelope.

Don't even think about it, if you are covered by a cloud of blood, the consequences will definitely be serious.

Zhou Lin stepped on his feet, his body flew up, and while retreating to avoid it, he slapped more than a dozen palms in succession.

Every palm is earth-shattering, earth-shattering.

One palm after another, continuous strikes, a gust of wind was formed between the palms, and under the full force of the movement, even a layer of ground was scraped off, and sand and stones were flying all over the sky.

The blood cloud controlled by the blood skull was blocked, and the flying sand and rocks fell into the blood cloud and were quickly melted.

The strange laughter of the skeleton head came from next to the ear, which made the blood boil.

The disciples of Xuanyuanzong standing beside the formation looked relaxed and joyful, "The elder's Blood Cloud Dafa is unparalleled in the world, nothing is indestructible, flying sand and rocks are nothing, even refined iron and profound gold can't resist it, if ordinary flesh and blood is contaminated The last point will definitely be melted down to nothing left!"

"Finally dying, junior sister, the elder has avenged us!"

Song Yunfei muttered to himself, tears dripping down again.

Zhang Yunpeng stood in the air with a cold expression, "You can't escape!"

Why are Xueyunfeng disciples always domineering in Xuanyuanzong?
Xueyun Da-dharma-gong is indispensable, once this kind of evil secret method is cast, there seems to be no other way but to avoid it.

However, hiding is not an option after all.

Zhou Lin retreated again and again, and found that the blood cloud seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, quickly squeezing his room for movement.

Surrounded by disciples of Xuanyuanzong, there were blood skeletons chasing him head-on, and Zhang Yunpeng hid in a high place, ready to attack at any time.

A little carelessness, maybe it will fall.

"it's time!"

Zhou Lin stood still, his whole body was churning with qi and blood, and Tuntian Zhenqi circulated even more violently.

"Run away, why don't you run away? Are you going to accept your fate? Hahaha, obediently be swallowed by my blood corpse god."

"Don't worry, the old man will save your life, put your soul on the soul fire and roast it for three years, and endure the pain of soul refining day and night!"

Zhang Yunpeng was full of ambition, and he looked confident, and his words were particularly vicious.

"You forced me."

Zhou Lin whispered, and when he looked up, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "You think I only have this skill?"

"So what if I force you? What else can you come up with? You should come up with it!"

Zhang Yunpeng put away his smile and looked joking.

From his point of view, this young man was really calm enough to dare to threaten himself when he was about to die.

After all, Wu Ling is Wu Ling, no matter how powerful he is, he can't make waves, so how could he threaten Wu Zong?I was really too careful.

Zhou Lin snorted coldly, stepped on his foot, and white mist emerged from the ground, and the power of the array was activated, locking everything within a radius of several hundred feet.

The Xuanyuanzong disciples were in a commotion, and they were actually besieged.

Zhang Yunpeng swept his eyes away and laughed loudly, "Array? Hahaha, this is your method? It's really ridiculous. Kill you, and the formation will break by itself. What do you use to stop me?"

He made a sudden tactic, and there was another excited screeching sound in the blood cloud, as if there were countless teeth chewing, which was creepy.

The blood cloud swelled again, and it was about to engulf Zhou Lin.

Once caught in it, with the evil devouring power of the Blood Cloud Dafa, this kid is doomed!
The disciples of Xuanyuanzong all looked excited. Being able to witness the fall of a genius is enough to go back and brag for a while.

Song Yunfei's eyes were eager, and he kept shouting, "Die, die!"

He clenched his fist with one hand, and he had completely put himself in it, imagining that he killed Zhou Lin with his own hands and avenged his beloved lover.

"Who said formation is my means? I'm just afraid that you will run away."

Zhou Lin's faint voice came from the white mist, like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)