Infinite cycle of the heavens

The elder brother looked at Lin Feng, Jiang Laosan, and Houhou, a red light flashed in his pupils, full of evil spirits, he made up his mind to take this opportunity to scare everyone in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Lin Feng remained silent. As the saying goes, when a snipe and a clam fight, the fisherman gains. He wants to wait for the others to lose both, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman himself.

Jiang Laosan had the same idea as him, and didn't make a sound.

"I can't even control my own disciples. At this age, they are all living like dogs. Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you...I'm talking about all of you, all of you are rubbish!"

Wan Hou glanced at everyone in the Blood Refining Hall, and said with a sneer: "Don't feel unconvinced, if anyone of you can survive ten moves under my hands, I will immediately turn around and leave, not only that, but the Blood-devouring Orb will also be offered with both hands. "

Hearing what Houhou said, Jiang Laosan's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Little girl, you said this yourself, don't blame the third master for bullying the younger."

While talking, Jiang Laosan turned around on the spot, and saw a red light rising up, surrounding him, and then a small dark red fork about a foot long, with thick bloodstains, flew out, and Jiang Laosan But it has disappeared.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the dark red fork flickered blood-colored light, and shot towards Houhou.

"go."

Wanhou flipped her palm, and the Blood-devouring Orb appeared in her jade-white palm, then she threw the Blood-devouring Orb upwards, and unhurriedly pinched an Imperial Artifact, pointing the jade point forward.

The blood-phagocytic bead flew up, and collided with the dark red fork, making a light "ding".

All the eyes of the people in the Blood Refining Hall were focused on the Blood-devouring Orb. They were very curious about this magic treasure that was famous all over the world 800 years ago, and wanted to get a glimpse of it.

"Crack."

There was a light cracking sound.

A thin crack appeared on the dark red fork.

The next moment, the blood-devouring bead glowed red, and a wave of bloodthirsty surged out. Everyone felt that the blood was boiling, as if they were about to burst out, but blood really flowed from the dark red fork.

The dark red fork hummed and trembled, and the thin crack was like a wound, continuously overflowing with blood, and the blood evaporated quickly under the irradiation of the red light, turning into wisps of blood-red light smoke, which was absorbed by the blood-devouring beads.

"Stop, aunt, stop, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Jiang Laosan's voice came from the dark red fork, full of fear and eagerness, begging for mercy.

Jiang Laosan is the only disciple of the blood-sucking old demon. The magic power he cultivates is called "Blood-sucking Dafa". .

But when he met the blood-sucking orb, it was like a three-year-old boy meeting an ancestor, and the blood-sucking abilities of the two were not at the same level at all.

Wan Hou withdrew his hand unhurriedly, pointed his jade finger, and the blood-devouring beads flew back.

Only then did the dark red fork stop trembling, and the dark red color gradually brightened. A shadow seemed to arise out of nothing.

At this time, Jiang Laosan's skin had turned yellow. He was only in his thirties, but now he was five or sixty years old. He had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, and he had obviously lost too much blood. look.

"Jiang Laosan, it seems that you haven't mastered your blood-sucking skills yet. Go back and learn more from the old blood-sucking demon, so as not to embarrass yourself everywhere." Lin Feng came out shaking his fan, with a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The old blood-sucking demon is a reclusive expert in the demonic way. He claims to be the ancestor of blood-sucking. Even the god of poison, Mrs. Sanmiao, Yuyangzi and other giants of the demonic way have to look at him differently.

"What else can you do besides boasting, why don't you come up and try it too." Jiang Laosan said angrily, with a trace of fear remaining in his eyes, he seemed to be quite frightened by the blood-devouring beads.

"Okay, I'll convince you." Lin Feng walked out leisurely, still holding the gold-rimmed fan in his hand.

"I'd rather see what you are capable of." Jiang Laosan snorted coldly.

"Then you'll be fine."

Lin Feng casually tossed the gold-painted fan in his hand into the air, the whole fan gave off a faint golden light in the air, and opened with a swipe sound.

On the gold-painted fan surface, a mountain, a river, and a roc are painted with fine brushwork, with delicate and lifelike brushwork.

In the dark depths of the ground, suddenly a storm surged, and thunder and lightning suddenly appeared.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The big mountain painted on the fan actually moved out, as if by magic, from the scene in the painting to the real thing.

The mountain grew when it saw the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a mountain with a height of hundreds of feet, almost touching the top of the cave, and then Mount Tai pressed down on Houhou like a top.

"The Mahamudra of Destruction."

Hou Hou raised his palm and pressed forward lightly, only to hear a loud "bang", a palm print more than ten feet in size appeared on the mountain, and it was printed into the mountain to a depth of ten feet.

The hundred-foot-high mountain actually flew back, shrinking and shrinking in the sky, and finally, with a flash of sunlight, it turned into a scene in the painting and returned to the fan.

If you look carefully, you can find that there is an extra palm print on the big mountain in the painting. The original beautiful landscape painting is completely destroyed by this palm print, and the artistic conception is completely lost.

This fan was originally a mountain and river fan, but it was the magic weapon of the Fengyue Patriarch of Jieshi Mountain. The mountains, rivers and rocs were all personally selected by him, and it took a lot of effort to refine them into the precious fan. It is inconceivable when facing the enemy miraculous effect.

"How dare you destroy my talisman, I will definitely ask you to pay it back with the Blood-devouring Orb." Lin Feng yelled angrily.

Rumors say that he is a relative of Ancestor Fengyue, but in fact he is the illegitimate son of Ancestor Fengyue, and it is precisely because of this that Ancestor Fengyue passed on his magic weapon to Lin Feng.

He grew up under the pampering of Fengyue Patriarch, and he had never suffered such a big loss. Suddenly, his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he jumped into the air, grabbed the Mountain and River Fan and fanned it vigorously.

"Whoosh..."

Gusts of wind whizzed up. Although the Shanhe Fan was not as good as the legendary plantain fan, the gust of wind could still roll up boulders weighing hundreds of catties.

The cliffs and stones on the top of the cave were blown down by the strong wind, and they were swept up in the strong wind, blowing sand and rocks towards Houhou.

"I don't know what to do."

Wan Wan snorted coldly, and raised his hand to print out another 'Mie Shi Mahamudra'.

The Mieshi Mahamudra is a very wonderful spell. Apart from its unparalleled power, it has no signs or abnormalities.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

Lin Feng flew out of thin air, like a fly being slapped on the wall, and his whole body was imprinted into the mountain, motionless, as if he had passed out.

The gust of wind in the air dissipated immediately, and all the large and small stones fell down, making a "bang bang" noise.

Chapter 9 Blood Hole

The gigantic boulder exuding a strange light still stands in front of the abyss, and the faint light shines on everyone, casting long shadows on the ground.

The old man's expression suddenly became dignified, his crimson pupils shrank suddenly, and his view of Houhou changed from "not paying attention" to "treating with caution".

Previously, when Wanhou defeated Jiang Laosan, it could be said that she relied on the advantage of the blood-devouring orb, which was nothing, but she defeated Lin Feng based on her real talent and learning, and there was no falsehood, so he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

"Boss, it's your turn."