Chapter 1200 The flexible fat man! (4 more updates)

"Jun'er, don't worry, my father will definitely hand that kid over to you and you will execute him yourself!"

Murong Han handed the "Tears of the Gods" into the hands of Murong Qianjun, and in a flash, he flew out of the dragon chariot and aimed directly at the other courtyard where Ling Feng lived.

Murong Qianjun laughed ferociously, looked through the door curtain of the dragon carriage, and said coldly: "Damn Zhuluo, I will definitely let you taste the taste of death in this world!"

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At the same time, Ling Feng has reached the most critical moment in refining the Xuanhai Condensation Pill!

From the purification of materials, to the fusion of materials, and then to the refining of the elixir fire, it is now at the critical moment of condensing the elixir. If we stop at this moment, the flames in the elixir furnace will be out of control and will completely destroy the materials in the elixir furnace. Burned into medicine residue.

Yang Huanzhi and Tuoba Yan were guarding the door when they suddenly smelled a faint aroma coming from the alchemy room. Apparently, the elixir was almost ready.

"Oh my god, I thought Boss Ling was just talking about it, but I didn't expect that he actually knows how to make elixirs!"

Yang Huanzhi felt more and more that it was an extremely wise choice for him to follow Ling Feng. If he stayed on Tianhuan Island, how could he meet such a terrifying evildoer like Ling Feng.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds outside the sky changed color, and dark clouds rolled in.

"I'll be good!"

Yang Huanzhi finally reacted and said with a shocked look on his face: "Isn't it true that the elixir refined by Boss Ling is a seventh-grade elixir? It is definitely a top-grade elixir that can cause such a change in the sky!"

"Hmph, you actually still have the energy to make alchemy!"

In the void, an extremely cold and cruel voice came, and then, a sound of breaking through the sky sounded from nine days away, and the sound of broken wooden boards came from the roof.

Tuoba Yan's expression suddenly changed: "No! Someone broke in from the roof!"

How could Ling Feng face the enemy at the critical moment when he was refining alchemy?

Yang Huanzhi also immediately drew his weapon and shouted: "I'm here to help you!"

However, just when the two of them were about to rush in, Ling Feng's solemn shout came: "Don't come in! It's the Human Emperor! You just stay outside the door and leave it to me!"

In the alchemy room.

Ling Feng stared at the red-robed man in front of him, narrowed his eyes, activated the elixir fire, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? I don't know if it's not a good habit to come uninvited?"

"Hmph, I beat the little one, and I, the old one, will naturally come out!"

Murong Han stared at Ling Feng coldly and saw that Ling Feng's hands had not yet left the alchemy furnace. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Boy, I really have to admire your courage. You beat my son in the wild city and you still survived. How dare you make elixirs here so calmly!"

"You should thank me for my kindness, otherwise, I'm afraid you will have to send the white-haired person to the black-haired person."

Ling Feng's expression changed slightly, and he felt that the inside of the alchemy furnace was beginning to become a little unstable. He quickly collected his mind and said in a deep voice: "I advise you to get out of here quickly, otherwise, neither of you, father and son, will survive!"

"Hahaha, what a big joke!"

Murong Han suddenly seemed to have heard the funniest joke of all time, laughing loudly and saying: "Boy, you are probably still dreaming!"

Murong Han stared at the red pill furnace and grinned: "It seems that your pill is still more than ten breaths away from being refined. The pill that can cause such a celestial phenomenon is at least a sixth-grade pill. I'm really interested in whether you want the elixir or your life!"

While speaking, Murong Han had already flown out.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon!

I saw a black palm print, which was slapped hard on the back of Ling Feng's head. The strong wind rolled around and the entire space seemed to be blocked.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, hugged the alchemy furnace and dodged to the side. Since he was concentrating on refining the pill, Ling Feng could not control his actions very well. With one palm of Murong Han, with just a little bit of remaining strength, he almost knocked Ling Feng to the side. Feng's shoulder blades were shattered.

"Um!"

Ling Feng snorted, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and said bitterly: "Old man, I hope you won't regret it when I take action!"

"Hmph, this allows you to escape. You are really lucky!"

There was a chill in Murong Han's eyes, and he dodged towards Ling Feng again.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, hugged the alchemy furnace, broke through the roof directly, and flew into the sky. Destruction in all directions automatically appeared at his feet. He activated the Feixian Sword Control Technique and escaped another blow.

"How to control a sword?"

Murong Han stared at Ling Feng and sneered: "This kid has a lot of secrets. If I kill you, these secrets will all belong to me!"

With that said, Murong Han immediately flew into the sky and chased Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was multitasking, and the speed of the Flying Immortal Sword Control Technique was greatly reduced, and he was soon chased by Murong Han.

As a result, the onlookers who came over after discovering the strange phenomenon in the world saw a powerful human emperor chasing and killing someone holding a pill furnace...

Fat man!

I have to say, that is a very flexible fat man!

Moreover, the alchemy furnace in the fat man's arms seemed to have elixir fire flickering!

Ling Feng was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. Now, he was tired of this pill furnace and didn't even have a chance to open the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

Time passes little by little, one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

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Ten breaths of time passed by in a flash.

At this time, Murong Han had already caught up with Ling Feng. With a playful smile like a cat catching a mouse, he pulled out a long sword from the space ring and stared at Ling Feng with a sinister smile.

Ling Feng's expression changed. When the sword struck, he immediately tilted to the right and narrowly avoided the sword.

"Only the last breath left!"

Ling Feng counted silently, a chill flashed in his eyes!

"Boy, you are proud of yourself for being able to escape from my hands for so long! But, everything is over!"

Murong Han had lost his patience. The long sword in his hand flashed with a red light. In an instant, it condensed into a giant sword more than forty feet long and slashed towards Ling Feng's left shoulder.

He was not prepared to kill Ling Feng with one blow. Ling Feng's life still needed to be handed over to his son to be executed by his own hands.