Chapter 997

The zhenhun seal is made of spirits.

When it was printed on the soul locking disc, it immediately penetrated into the interior of the soul locking disc and exploded on the spirit of the soul locking disc.

In the silence, Cheng Feng heard a dull hum.

Then, the blood light around the soul locking disc decreased, and the blood colored lines became rigid and dull in an instant.

At the same time, the huge body also shrinks rapidly.

It's like the collapse of mountains. The scene is very scary!

"What's going on?"

"What evil method did the righteous bastard use to make the soul locking disk collapse in an instant?"

Seeing the picture of the disintegration of the soul locking disc, those who were just mocking Cheng Feng's blood god sect martial arts were suddenly dumbfounded.

Some even thought they had an illusion and rubbed their eyes.

However, no matter how they rub their eyes, the picture has not changed at all.

At the same time, thousands of miles away.

The eighth Dharma protector of the blood god sect trapped in the super array suddenly changed his face.

"The spirit of the soul locking disc is hurt?"

The eighth Dharma protector whispered, "I want to see who is so bold that he has to kill yun'er!"

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"Damn it, damn it!"

Behind the collapsed soul lock plate, Xiao Yun's face turned white and lost a little blood: "how can this broken spirit be so strong?"

"The spirit of the soul locking disk is thicker and more solid than the spirit of the top experts in the broken environment, but it was hurt by one blow!"

At this time, Xiao Yun was shocked and angry.

He did not expect that the power of zhenhun seal would be so strong.

With just one hit, he hit the soul locking disc hard, thus breaking his last life saving card.

Without the protection of the soul locking disc, he is as fragile as a chicken in Cheng Feng's hand. He can be crushed and killed when he raises his hand.

"Run, run!"

Seeing the huge soul locking disk like a mountain, more than half of it had collapsed in an instant.

A look of fear flashed in Xiao Yun's eyes. He immediately endured the pain and ran away with his body skills.

The chain soul disk doesn't care!

Below the soul locking disk, Cheng Feng was also quite surprised.

In fact, he didn't even think that the soul seal of the town could work in one blow.

This fully shows that zhenhun seal is a very terrible spirit skill.

"It seems that I need to practice this martial art more in the future."

Cheng Feng whispered, "once you cultivate it to the level of perfection, it will be of great use!"

In a whisper, Cheng Feng glanced at Xiao Yun, who was running away, and was not in a hurry to kill him.

Instead, he turned his eyes and looked at the soul locking disc broken by blood light.

This soul locking disc is a top Taoist weapon. Although the spirit of the weapon was hurt by the zhenhun seal just now, the injury is not serious.

At this time, with the collapse of the body formed by blood light, it became the size of a sea bowl again, and immediately rose to the sky with the intention of flying to its original owner.

"Want to go? I think you'd better stay!"

Seeing this, Cheng Feng smiled coldly.

Immediately his right hand stretched out, waiting to display the unique skill of the punishment hall, the hand of God, buzzing

A big hand rolling with gray black flame suddenly condensed around the soul locking disc.

While breathing, he grasped the soul locking disc between his big hands and had nowhere to hide.

"Presumptuous!"

Just then, the soul locking disc suddenly became full of blood.

The next moment, a middle-aged man appeared from the blood light and gave a domineering explosion, which made people's ears numb.

"The eighth Dharma protector, that's the eighth Dharma protector!"

"Ha ha, the eighth Dharma protector is here. Let's see how the righteous bastard can jump!"

Seeing this scene, the warriors of the blood god sect who watched the war in the distance shouted one after another.

Because the middle-aged man who appeared from the blood light was aoxuantuo, the eighth Dharma protector of the blood god cult.

"Hellfire?"

After the eighth Dharma protector appeared, a pair of eyes looked over.

Just sweeping Cheng Feng's body, he saw through Cheng Feng's power source: "it turned out that it was with the help of the power of hell's black inflammation. As for its own cultivation, it seems that it didn't even reach the real dragon level."

"These goods also want to kill our beloved disciples. Are you tired of it?"

Hearing the words of the eighth Dharma protector, the scene directly fried the pot.

"What? The cultivation of the righteous bastard didn't even reach the real dragon level?"

"The real dragon level didn't arrive, but he just killed so many of our experts. This person is too terrible!"

"No, the reason why this man is so strong is with the help of the power of hell's black inflammation."

"It is said that hell black inflammation is the ninth existence in the ancient list of different fires."

For a moment, people talked about it one after another. They were all amazed at Cheng Feng's good luck and got the approval of hell's Heiyan.

But the old man in green felt something was wrong.

Because he had a fight with Cheng Feng, he knew that Cheng Feng could easily kill ZuLong level masters even if he didn't use hellfire.

Secondly, according to his impression, hell black inflammation seems to be won by Cheng Feng.

"Hell black inflammation... Cheng Feng?"

The green robed old man stared at Cheng Feng and stared at the boss: "is this bastard pretending to be a disciple of black faced Xuan the super dark horse Cheng Feng of Qianlong academy?"

When the green robed old man guessed Cheng Feng's true identity with the word "hell black inflammation".

Xiao Yun, who was running away, also suddenly realized.

"Cheng Feng, is it Cheng Feng?"

Xiao Yun smiled miserably and said, "it's said that the only Dao is Cheng Feng's master. It's reasonable for him to come to the rescue."

"It's only my fault that I live by myself. I think the Yucang river is so dangerous. Cheng Feng is a broken martial artist. He absolutely doesn't dare to come to help, so he has entered a misunderstanding of thinking."

"I mistakenly regarded Cheng Feng as my own person, which made today's bitter fruit!"

At this time, above a tributary of the Yucang river.

Cheng Feng raised his eyes and saw that the eighth Dharma protector had huge ears and deep eyes. He was wearing a dress embroidered with mysterious runes. It was very mysterious.

In particular, the other party's eyesight was very sharp. At a glance, he saw through Cheng Feng's strength.

"The eighth Dharma protector of the blood god cult really deserves its reputation."

Cheng Feng said with a faint smile, "but now you are just an empty shell."

"So don't show off in front of me!"

Cheng Feng's body has a divine eye. When he slightly looks at the eighth Dharma protector, he finds that the other party is only a wisp of divine thought, not the noumenon at all.

"Divine thoughts?"

"This eighth Dharma protector is just a wisp of divine thought?"

Hearing Cheng Feng's words, the blood god martial artist who just cheered loudly became mute.

Like a chicken and duck stuck in the neck, he fell back into despair.

As for the old man in green robe and Xiao Yun, they look the same.

Because they have long found that the eighth Dharma protector is a wisp of divine thought, not noumenon.

"Hum, you should be glad that what's coming now is just a wisp of mind."

The eighth Dharma protector Leng hum: "if my real body comes, I can crush you with my hand!"

"So, if you don't want to die, get out of this seat immediately!"