Chapter 4374 He is Ling Feng!

Wan Jun's expression changed slightly, but he quickly reacted.

Thinking about it, Ling Feng should have told Yu Bingqing everything about their encounter with the True Immortal Da Zi Zi Wu Ji.

"I think you misunderstood, Sister Bingqing."

Wan Xiner shook her head repeatedly and said via voice transmission: "Brother Wan Jun is definitely on the side of justice!"

Yu Bingqing raised her eyes and stared at Wan Jun, only to see Wan Jun shake his head and smile bitterly, "It doesn't matter whether it's justice or injustice, but at least the emperor shouldn't use the entire Immortal Realm as a sacrifice for his promotion to the divine way."

"I see."

Yu Bingqing bit her silver teeth lightly. She now understood that Wan Jun should be regarded as her ally at this moment, "Sorry, I just..."

Wan Jun waved his hand, "I only made my position clear not long ago."

His eyes looked at Wan Xiner beside him, and a hint of determination flashed immediately.

"The most urgent task right now..."

Wan Jun's eyes were fixed on the mutated frost troll Golzan who was frantically attacking the fortress barrier, and he said solemnly: "That troll, under the influence of the cold wave of the crimson blood moon, erupted. The strength is even more terrifying than usual. If this continues, the coalition forces in the fortress may not be able to hold on any longer. "

He tightened his fists, and just the first collision had already caused serious injuries to many Immortal Lords and Immortal Lord-level soldiers.

In addition, there is currently a shortage of elixirs in the fortress, and they cannot be replenished in time.

It is conceivable that if a few more rounds are replaced, the wounded will have to be sent out later to continue to fight.

The price of this is that the soldiers may die from exhaustion.

It even led to the complete collapse of the entire magic circle.

Yu Bingqing also showed a look of solemnity. No wonder she felt a sudden tremor in the tent just now. Even the barrier array set up by Holy Emperor Dayu was suddenly weakened a lot.

It seemed that the Holy Emperor Dayu wanted to use all his strength to resist the attack of the mutated frost troll 1 and could not be distracted.

"That mutated troll is indeed quite troublesome."

Yu Bingqing tightened her fists, "There is no way to drag it on like this, but we can't fight this battle. No, I'm going to tell the masters right now. No matter if they believe it or not, I must say it!"

"No, I can't say that!"

Wan Jun's face was as dark as water, "At least, we can't say it until the last moment!"

"Why!" Yu Bingqing's eyes widened, "Why can't you say it yet?"

"Not to mention whether all the masters believe it, even if they believe it and are willing to sit down and negotiate with the demons, will the demons agree? We alone do not have the ability to mediate this war, even if the five major masters believe in you That’s right, but the demons are unwilling to cease the war, and the final result is only to shake the hearts of the allied troops in the war, and in the end it’s a one-sided outcome!”

"You mean, who else can mediate this war? Who is it?"

"Ling Feng!" Wan Jun blurted out.

Hearing Ling Feng's name, Yu Bingqing's expression darkened, and then she shook her head, her eyes instantly turned red, "If he is still alive, maybe there is still a possibility, but... But he is already dead! He is already dead. "

At the last sentence, Yu Bingqing almost lost control and even shouted out.

"I know……"

Wan Jun gritted his teeth and said: "Of course I know the news, but I believe that even if he dies, he will definitely survive!"

Yu Bingqing's body trembled slightly, "Why do you think so!"

"Just because he is Ling Feng! He still has unfinished business, and he still has to stop the conspiracy of the Celestial Clan, so he will not die and cannot die!"

"But..." Two lines of clear tears fell down Yu Bingqing's cheeks, "But even the dragon and phoenix concentric rings have been completely destroyed, he... he..."

Wan Jun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Your Royal Highness, you are the person next to him. You should know that in our memory, he should have died countless times, but in the end, he was able to Come back and become stronger every time, so you should believe that miracles will happen again!”

"Yes! I believe he will definitely come back!" Wan Xiner nodded repeatedly, "He is Ling Feng!"

"Several masters also wanted to believe it, so they did not open the barrier and confront the demons head-on!"

Wan Jun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "What we have to do is to buy as much time as possible, and leave the rest to Ling Feng! Leave it to Miracle!"

After saying that, thunder light surged around Wan Jun, and he heard a "chi la" sound, as if thunder exploded, and the Emperor Meteor Spear appeared in his palm.

It is ironic to say that this imperial weapon was originally an exclusive heavenly weapon belonging to the Tiandao clan, but was later dissected and refined by the Xuntian Lei clan.

It can be said that this is the product of the irresolvable blood feud between the Xuntian Lei Clan and the Tiandao Clan.

But at this moment, Wan Jun is using this Emperor's Meteor to fight for Ling Feng, the descendant of Heaven!

"I will find a way to delay that beast. If Ling Feng fails to return in the end, if the trace does not happen, if something unexpected happens to me, it is up to you to make the truth known to the public!"

Wan Jun took a deep look at Yu Bingqing, then took out an Emperor's Holy Order from the Sky Patrolling Thunder Clan from his arms, and let out a thundering roar, "Where is the elder of the Dark Sect!"

The Emperor's Holy Order is the symbol of Yi Ting.

Those who hold this token are like Yi Ting coming in person.

For a long time, Yi Ting seemed to have really trained Wan Jun as the next leader of the Thunder Clan, so he gave an Emperor's Holy Spirit to Wan Jun.

And those elders of the Dark Sect, when they saw the Holy Spirit, even if they were ten thousand dissatisfied, they could only obey the orders.

Whoosh whoosh!

The next moment, the elders of the Dark Sect brought by Wan Jun all flew up and gathered around Wan Jun.

Wan Jun held a spear in one hand and held the token in the other. He raised it high and shouted loudly, "Follow me out of the city and fight!"

"What?"

The expressions of those Dark Sect elders changed drastically.

His Royal Highness the Holy Son, is he crazy?

Not to mention the crimson blood moon outside, those powerful and broken demons are still watching with eager eyes!

"Follow me out of the city and fight!"

Wan Jun ignored the elders' doubts, but held up the token and issued the order again.

The next moment, Wan Jun turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed out of the defensive circle.

"Damn it!"

The elders of the Dark Sect all widened their eyes. The emperor's holy order must not be disobeyed.

What's more, Wan Jun is the Holy Son, the direct disciple of Emperor Yiting. They follow Wan Jun to the battlefield outside the territory. Their biggest task is to protect His Highness the Holy Son.

If something goes wrong with Wanjun...

"What are you still doing? Protect His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

The next moment, all the elders of the Dark Sect could only follow Wan Jun and rush out of the barrier.

Wan Jun swiped the spear in his hand, and the cannon fodder of countless low-level demons was directly chopped into pieces. At the same time, his movement was like lightning, and he rushed towards the mutated frost troll that was rushing into the barrier.

"Are you shy turtles finally ready to give up?"

Demon King Udyr, who was standing above Golzan, laughed strangely, but seeing that he was just a junior, he didn't take any action. He just smiled and said: "Golzan, extra food!"

"roar!--"

The mutated frost troll Gorzan roared in the sky, then opened his huge mouth and bit Wanjun, as if he wanted to devour him directly.

"Brother Wanjun!"

On top of the city tower, Wan Xiner's expression changed dramatically, and she wanted to rush out of the barrier.

Yu Bingqing quickly held down Wan Xiner, with a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

No wonder he is a descendant of the Xuntian Lei Clan, but Ling Feng regards him as a close friend.

This Holy Son Wanjun is indeed an upright hero!

"Don't be impulsive. You won't be able to do anything if you rush out. Instead, it will distract Saint Wanjun!"

Yu Bing stared at the sky. At this time, if Ling Feng could appear in time as Wan Jun said, how great would it be?

Ling Feng, are you really still alive?

I really...

I really miss you!

…

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

Outside the defense barrier of Tianyan Fortress, the elders of the Dark Sect saw that Golzan's bloody mouth had almost swallowed up Wan Jun's entire figure. Their faces turned pale with fear and they rushed forward like crazy.

However, they were still one step late.

Golzan's stinking bloody mouth has been closed.

Click!

Click!

The sharp teeth kept grinding together, seeming to fill every gap. After all, with Wanjun's small body, there was not enough room for the huge beast to fill the gaps between the teeth.

However, just when Golzan was about to taste the dessert, he felt a numb feeling in his mouth.

Then, this huge beast looked up to the sky and let out a painful roar.

And the moment it opened its mouth, a ray of lightning pierced the sky, and it was actually a huge thunderbolt. It was covered with a layer of armor condensed with sky-surveying mysterious thunder, and it shot out.

He held the Imperial Meteor Spear, and with a wave of his hand, thunder flashed across the sky. Even the storm and cold wave rolled up by the crimson blood moon were annihilated and shattered under the rolling thunder!

"Babu Leiji!"

An elder of the Dark Sect stared at Wan Jun's figure, with a hint of luck in his excitement.

Fortunately, Wan Jun is safe!

"No, it's not just Babu Leiji anymore!"

Another elder said solemnly: "The eight-step thunder created by Lord Emperor only has eight steps, and it is not perfect. But at this moment, the secret technique displayed by the Holy Son has clearly stepped... Thirteen step!"

"Fourteen steps!"

"Fifteen steps!"

"Oh my god, it's still increasing. Can his body bear it?"

"Look, it's the Eight Desolate Universe Cauldron of Ancestor Qian Qian! He has actually refined this great source weapon to such an extent!"

"No wonder the mutated troll at the semi-ancestral level couldn't resist the power of his thunder. At this moment, His Royal Highness the Holy Son's thunder source is almost comparable to the immortal level!"

And just when the elders of the Dark Sect were extremely shocked, Wan Jun had already taken the eighteenth step!

The eight-step Lei Ji was improved by him to the eighteenth step.

And his body has reached the limit of what it can bear.

As long as he takes one more step, he is afraid that his body will explode and die immediately.

His eyes were red and he stared at the mutated troll Golzan. He held a spear in one hand and a cauldron in the other. His aura had reached the limit.

He carries the high hopes of his ancestor, and the trust of Wan Xiner, which is his never-ending source of strength!

"Give it to me! Die!"

The roar of Wanjun shook the heaven and earth, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Only his roar that could shake the sky was left.

boom!

The power of endless thunder condenses on Emperor Yun.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the Emperor Meteor's spear had pierced through fiercely.

At the same time, the elders of the Dark Sect also rushed around Wan Jun, and all the power of the thunder source was poured into the Emperor Meteor Spear.

That peerless imperial weapon, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled, absorbed the original power of those broken, immortal-level elders, and bloomed with even more brilliant thunder!

boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

Crazy thunder exploded, and the spear in Wan Jun's hand finally flew out, creating a dark red light curtain that tore apart the sky and the void!

"How dare the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Demon King Udyr's eyes, and his cruel eyes fell on Wan Jun, and he said coldly: "Golzan, why don't you eat your appetizer quickly?"

The mutated troll was already furious with the lightning that Wan Jun had just released in his mouth. Now that it had received the order from its master, it didn't even bother to attack the barrier of the Sky Flame Fortress. Its huge body jumped up and directly It crashed into the Emperor Meteor Spear.

Bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, the sky and the earth were blazing white, the storm dissipated, and countless low-level demons and cannon fodder were directly annihilated under the terrifying energy impact.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud explosion, and the Great Dao Source Artifact in Wan Jun's hand, the Eight Desolate Universe Cauldron, exploded directly.

The mutated troll at the semi-ancestral level, even with the combined efforts of more than a dozen Dark Sect elders, is still unable to resist.

"puff!"

Wan Jun suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the tendons and bones in his body were instantly shattered.

The elders of the Dark Sect were also directly knocked away and were in a state of disarray.

"Hmph! Golzan under the crimson blood moon can survive even a few moves against the ancestor level, just because you are useless?"

Demon King Udyr laughed ferociously, "I tried my best, but it only delayed the time for a moment. How sad! How pitiful!"

The next moment, a cold light flashed in Demon King Udyr's eyes, and he raised his hand and pointed at Wan Jun, "Golzan, start enjoying your dessert!"

Gorzan roared again and opened his mouth wide. In an instant, a terrifying tearing force directly enveloped Wanjun.

Even if he tried his best to resist, he could not escape from the terrible storm.

But at this moment, there was a flash of blood, and a divine dragon with a strange blood glow all over its body descended from the sky.

Surprisingly, it was Yu Bingqing who inspired the energy and blood of the Blood Hell Heavenly Dragon!

Although she didn't have the power to fight against the semi-ancestral mutant troll, she couldn't bear to watch Wan Xiner lose her most beloved brother like this.

"roar!--"

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky. Yu Bingqing raised the dragon's claw and grabbed Wanjun, who was locked by the storm, and the terrifying ancestral dragon's will burst out from his whole body.

Although her cultivation level cannot compete with the half-ancestral level, but with the will of the ancestral dragon, she is not inferior at all in the confrontation of momentum! (End of chapter)