Chapter 683 Prisoner’s Finger, Feng Yan! (1 update)

After about half a day's work, Ling Feng and the others saw from a distance what seemed to be a large black mountain in front of them, lying halfway across the road, blocking the way.

But, how could there be any big black mountains in this endless desert?

However, when the three of them took a closer look, their expressions suddenly changed!

A behemoth that is over a thousand feet long, stretching for dozens of miles, lying on the hot yellow sand, a pair of huge wings spread out feebly, drooping on the ground, twitching from time to time, rolling up billows of sand and dust .

And under the behemoth, dark green blood, like oil, spread everywhere, dyeing the golden sands into pitch black.

"died?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, he unfolded his wings of true energy, flew up into the air, looked at the monster from a distance, and said in surprise: "Although the blow I just hit hit this monster, it shouldn't be enough to kill it." "

"It's not us." Tuoba Yan also flew up, level with Ling Feng, pointed at the messy land around him, and said slowly: "This monster, after us, also fought a battle around here. Moreover, it seemed that he did not last long before he died in the hands of the other party. "

Ling Feng squinted his eyes and could clearly see that a huge crater seemed to have been blown out of the head of the huge beast. Moreover, looking in the direction of the crater, there were all the shapes on the sand that stretched thousands of feet. It left a burnt black ravine.

It seems like it’s just a move!

This move happened to hit the spot where he had hit with Kunlun Prison Break before, and that was how the monster was killed.

"Such a terrifying power." Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and felt the power fluctuations remaining in the charred black ravine, and his expression changed slightly.

Even with the combined efforts of himself and Mu Qianxue, the monster could not be killed. However, such a half-demon king-level monster seemed to be killed by someone with one move!

Judging from the scorching power, this was definitely not Yan Jinghong's masterpiece, so in other words, the person who destroyed this monster came from another empire, and his strength was not inferior to Yan Jinghong's.

"How many geniuses are there in the Eastern Spiritual Realm!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists. Not only was he not frustrated by the unknown master's power, but he was also full of fighting spirit.

Killing the half-step demon king with one move, even if it is just a severely injured half-step demon king, is enough to defy the heavens.

"Now is not the time to sigh." Tuoba Yan snorted and said with an indifferent expression: "Judging from this route, those mysterious masters seem to have the same goal as us. In other words, they will first Let’s reach the ruins of the ancient sect in one step.”

"Well, let's set off then." Ling Feng said with a faint smile.

Tuoba Yan frowned and said with a speechless expression: "I mean, since such a terrifying and powerful man has also gone to that ruins, do you think it is still necessary for us to go?"

"Why isn't it necessary?"

Ling Feng raised his sword eyebrows, "I just want to see what kind of powerful people there are in other empires. Moreover, if the three of us join forces, there may not be any room for self-protection. At least, Tian Ce Baojian, who uses Tian Ce Baojian, Heng Huan Shu, we still have a chance to escape, don't we? Don't forget, I was also the owner of Tiance Baojian."

Tuoba Yan rolled his eyes at Ling Feng, bit his lip, and said nothing.

"Miss Mu, let's go!"

Ling Feng looked at Mu Qianxue. Since someone was rushing ahead of them, it was time to speed up.

"Yeah." Mu Qianxue nodded, hugged the little black cat Yeyi, and followed Ling Feng to the destination, the ruins of the ancient sect.

…

The other side of the Boneyard.

"Master Feng, that finger just now was so beautiful!"

A fat man in a yellow robe approached a young man in purple with a smile on his face. To the right of the young man in purple was a woman in blue, looking at the young man in purple with admiration. .

The ability to kill the half-step demon king with one finger is already terrifying.

Moreover, Feng Yan's cultivation level is only at the first level of the Divine Origin Realm!

"Master Feng, your prison finger is one step closer!" The woman in blue giggled.

"It's not that my strength is terrible. It's that the monster was injured to begin with." Feng Yan stood proudly on a slightly higher mound and said calmly: "Being able to do that to a half-step demon king level monster His injuries show that he is not a weak guy. "

"No matter how powerful I am, I still can't compare to one ten thousandth of your ability, Mr. Feng!" Fatty Huang said with a smile.

"Okay, Fatty Huang, there's no need to flatter him."

Feng Yan raised his sword eyebrows and said calmly: "I can probably guess that among the geniuses who can have such strength under the age of twenty, in addition to me, the Tiansheng Empire also has Murong Wu from the Murong family! The Tianyang Empire In other words, the eleventh prince Nangong Yu is still so-so, but this guy spent a lot of time refining the Xuanhuang Flame. Three years have passed, and I don’t know if he has broken through to the Divine Origin Realm now. "

"Tianlong Empire, there is nothing to say, but Tianbai Empire, although the overall strength is not very good, there is a guy named Yan Jinghong, who is quite famous. Nangong Yu and Murong Wu, I have fought against them before, that kind of Sword wounds are not their usual moves. If my guess is correct, it should be Yan Jinghong who left the wound on the half-step demon king."

Feng Yan held his chin and analyzed lightly.

"What kind of genius can Yan Wuhong, Yan Liuhong, and the small Tianbai Empire have?"

Fatty Huang moved his fingers, the compass in his hand pointed in one direction, and laughed: "Haha, it's done!"

"Fat Huang, your dragon-seeking technique is quite effective at this time." Feng Yan narrowed his eyes, and his figure flashed, already appearing a hundred feet away in front of him.

"Master Feng, wait for us!"

Fatty Huang and the woman in blue shouted, and quickly followed up with their movements.

…

At the same time, Yan Jinghong led two other geniuses from the Tianbai Empire's sect circles to walk in the long yellow sand.

After entering the battlefield of gods and demons, Yan Jinghong did not get rid of the two dragsters around him. After all, his quota was sent by the young master of Qianshan Sect, and he had to take care of him more or less.

The master of the Qianshan Sect also got the news about the ruins of the ancient sect from somewhere, so the direction in which Yan Jinghong and his party were traveling was obviously heading towards the ruins of the ancient sect.

Along the way, the young master of the Qianshan Sect and another true disciple of the Qianshan Sect hardly made any move, and Yan Jinghong completely crushed them wherever they went. Even if there was a conflict between geniuses from other empires, they would all be brushed aside by Yan Jinghong.

Yan Jinghong's strength has now penetrated into the hearts of the two of them and will never be erased.

At this moment, Yan Jinghong narrowed his eyes. Not far ahead, he saw a young man dressed in black, carrying a wine gourd and half leaning on a bare rock. He looked drunk. appearance.

"Good dog, stay out of the way, get out!"

Duan Qian, the young sect leader of Qianshan Sect, roared loudly. With Yan Jinghong's support, he was naturally fearless.

"belch……"

The young man in black burped, looked at Duan Qian drunkenly, flicked his finger, and shot out a blast of wind, with a "bang" sound, directly piercing Duan Qian's shoulder.