Martial God of Myriad Realms

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"Cheng Feng, this Qiankun bag is much stronger than you think."

As Cheng Feng hesitated, Nalan Changsheng's voice sounded: "Don't say it is to seal a small group of nine days of holy water, even if there are ten.

"Oh? Then I'm relieved."

Hearing that, Cheng Feng's face was full of smiles.

Then he took out the Qiankun bag and poured all the divine power into it.

Om ~~~

The stopper of the Qiankun bag flew out automatically, and the mouth of the bag turned into a big mouth.

A strong suction was rushed out of it, and the real river that poured down was forcibly dragged into the bag.

"That's ... what the hell?"

Seeing this, Gu Qingsong's head was blinded and he could not react for a long time.

It was too scary and unexpected.

One of the most powerful sacred patterns of a divine nine-character sage was sucked away by a leather bag without resistance.

What kind of bag is that? Could it be from the hand of the existence of the Great Creation?

Not the process peak but too lazy to care about Gu Qingsong, but tried his best to procure Qiankun bag.

I saw that the river of true water, after being sucked into the bag by Qiankun bag, was turned into the Holy Spirit paper again.

Cheng Feng's eyes were swift, and he grabbed the Holy Spirit Paper in his hands.

I just feel that the Holy Spirit paper is rippling and holding in my hand, just like holding a spring of autumn water.

Not only that, when the Qiankun bag sucked the water-shaped Holy Spirit paper, it also sucked the piece of Holy Spirit paper forming an invisible rope into the bag.

Condensed into a piece of Holy Spirit paper, it also fell into Cheng Feng's hands.

"Fuck, this bag is so powerful?"

Cheng Feng was surprised.

He was still worried that the bag would be destroyed by the power of the Holy Spirit.

I never thought that the Holy Spirit book would be the same as the dregs.

Not only was it harmless, it gave Cheng Feng a little benefit instead.

"Qian Kun Bag, keep swallowing me!"

Putting down two pages of Holy Spirit paper, Cheng Feng took a deep breath, evoking the flower of martial arts, and evoking the power of Qiankun Bag to its peak.

Wow ~~~

As a result, the suction from the Qiankun bag has multiplied several times.

Gu Qingsong was entangled in strands of power, and he was to be dragged into Qian Qian's bag.

"Break me!"

Gu Qingsong was so shocked that he tore off two pages of Holy Spirit paper directly, trying to cut off the suction of Qiankun Bag.

However, the effect was minimal.

The two pages of Holy Spirit Paper had just cut off the suction of Qiankun Bag. The next moment, the two pages of Holy Spirit Paper were sucked away by Qiankun Bag.

The power of killing was transformed into Cheng Feng's object.

"Abominable, abominable!"

Seeing this scene, Gu Qingsong was furious.

Ripped half the amount of Holy Spirit paper directly, wanting a Jedi counterattack.

Unfortunately, the power of Qiankun Bag is beyond imagination.

Within a few minutes, half of the Holy Spirit Paper was sucked away by Qiankun Bag, and all became Cheng Feng's treasure.

This time, Gu Qingsong was desperate.

Knowing that there are Qiankun bags around, it is impossible for him to kill Cheng Feng this time.

It is even possible to lose your life here.

"I can't die, I haven't lived enough!"

Gu Qingsong didn't want to die.

He glanced at Cheng Feng, gritted his teeth, and tore a page from the remaining Holy Spirit paper and stuck it on his body.

Hum! Turned into a teleportation array, to transport Gu Qingsong out.

"Want to escape? Want to be beautiful!"

However, Cheng Feng was always staring at Gu Qingsong.

Seeing Gu Qingsong wanted to escape, he poured his divine power into Qian Qian's bag.

Let the suction of Qiankun bag reach the highest point in history, and actually dragged the teleportation process.

Gu Qingsong should be pulled out of the teleportation array.

"Cheng Feng, you **** little beast."

"My husband doesn't kill you, I don't swear!"

Seeing this, Gu Qingsong issued a hysterical roar.

Throw the remaining Holy Spirit paper in your hand, blocking the absorption of Qiankun Bag.

Next moment, 唰 ～～～

With infinite grief, Gu Qingsong suddenly disappeared.

"An old thing, Gu Qingsong, escaped after all."

Seeing Gu Qingsong disappear, Cheng Feng was not too disappointed.

By all accounts, he was already a Jedi counterattack.

Not only cracked Gu Qingsong's killing game, but also obtained a Holy Spirit book in vain.

You know, the Holy Spirit book is not simple, it is very difficult to make.

Every page of the Holy Spirit paper must kill a true Holy Power.

In addition, a strong soul of Shu Wu Soul is required for the final close.

Most people do n’t even say it ’s made, they do n’t even think about it.

"This Qingling Song of Gu Qingsong is a page of thirteen pages."

Cheng Feng stopped to procure Qiankun Bag, spliced ​​the collected Holy Spirit paper together, and found a total of thirteen pages.

Each page of Holy Spirit paper exudes mighty divine power.

The weakest one has reached the level of eight patterns.

"Cheng Feng, this Holy Spirit book should be fifteen pages."

At this time, Nalan Changsheng's voice sounded: "It's just that two of the pages have been used up by Gu Qingsong and cannot be made up."

This is indeed the case.

One page of Gu Qingsong's Holy Spirit book is integrated into the sky, and now the energy is almost exhausted, Cheng Feng is too lazy to collect it.

The other page was used by Gu Qingsong to escape.

"Thirteen pages are also good."

Cheng Feng laughed: "Anyway, this Holy Spirit book was picked for nothing, and it was a harvest."

"Cheng Feng, I said before that this Holy Spirit Book has not been fully refined."

Nalan Changsheng said: "Gu Qingsong used in advance would cause great damage to it."

"You take out a few drops of your own blood and pour it on, to warm it up, so that the Holy Pattern does not collapse and become a waste product."

"Uncle Naland, can my blood repair the damage of the Holy Spirit?"

Cheng Feng is a bit strange.

"of course."

Nalan Changsheng said: "You are a natural fruit of heaven and earth, and the blood contains the pure sky."

"With just a drop or two, the Holy Spirit can be restored to its original form, or even completely formed."

"Oh, I didn't expect my blood to have this effect."

Cheng Feng smiled a little, immediately without delay, pierced his finger, dripped a few drops of blood on the Holy Spirit Book.

Let the slightly broken Holy Spirit book shine in a flash.

After a few minutes, the light of the Holy Spirit dimmed, but looked extraordinary.

It looks like a jewel that has washed away the dust, giving a complete taste.

"This Holy Spirit book seems to have taken shape."

Seeing this, Cheng Feng's eyes brightened.

"Well, this book has a book soul, and it won't break easily."

Nalan nodded his head: "And, if you have a chance in the future, you can continue to add the Holy Spirit paper."

"When it is torn down in a critical moment, it is a weapon to defeat the enemy."

"Okay, I have the chance to do it later."

Cheng Feng took the Holy Spirit book and watched it carefully for a long time, before he put it into the soul ring.

Then raised his hand to catch the Qiankun bag, and looked at it slightly.

It was found that the inside of Qiankun's bag was cold and bones, and a severe cold was raging.

In the middle of the cold air, there is a beautiful woman standing.

This woman looks charming, but her look is changing.

Sometimes it becomes youthful and energetic, and sometimes it becomes cold and ruthless. Surprisingly, Wang Qingrou and Jiuchuan Bingyuan are fighting for control of the body.