Chapter 701 The Dionysian Curse! (4 more updates)

With Murong Wu's appeal in the Tiansheng Empire, as soon as he spoke, many talented and powerful people in the Tiansheng Empire stood up and stood beside Murong Wu.

Following such a powerful person, maybe he could eat meat while others could drink some soup.

Similarly, Feng Yan, Nangong Yu, Yan Jinghong and others also stood up. Such an ancient magic circle is indeed unbreakable, but after tens of thousands of years, there must be some weaknesses. As long as everyone's strength is gathered and they attack together, it is still possible to break through the magic circle.

However, Shen Lang of the Tianlong Empire stood aside and drank very low-key from beginning to end, but the sword in his sleeve also quietly slipped into his palm, ready to attack at any time.

"Brother Ling, I will try to attack with the Prison Heaven Finger in a while, and you will attack the same position with the most destructive trick." Feng Yan looked back at Ling Feng and said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Ling Feng nodded slightly. Originally, he also wanted to join forces with Feng Yan.

The fat yellow guy muttered, "What? Young Master Feng, you think too highly of this kid. His cultivation is just better than nothing!"

Indeed, because of the Qi-forging Hunyuan Lock, Ling Feng usually looks like he only has about fifty meridian gates, which is nothing special. He is the lowest level among all those who enter the battlefield of gods and demons.

However, Feng Yan seems to be particularly polite to this kid, which makes him a little confused.

"Did I think highly of Brother Ling, or did you underestimate Brother Ling?" Feng Yan smiled faintly and looked at Ling Feng meaningfully.

That day, they encountered a monster with the cultivation of a half-step demon king in the burial wilderness. Although it was later killed by Feng Yan with one finger, Feng Yan realized that the behemoth had been severely injured.

Originally, he suspected that it was Yan Jinghong, but later he also found that Yan Jinghong's power was of frost attribute, which was completely opposite to the power that severely injured the half-step demon king.

Thinking about the fact that Ling Feng didn't seem to be so panicked when facing Yan Jinghong, he began to suspect that Ling Feng was the guy who severely injured the Half-Step Demon King.

Moreover, the fire attribute true qi in his body was very similar to the breath left on the wound of the Half-Step Demon King.

Adding all these coincidences together, he was already 70% sure that Ling Feng was the mysterious master!

Perhaps such strength was nothing in front of him, but you have to know that Ling Feng was only in the Condensation Vein Realm!

If he was promoted to the Divine Origin Realm, how strong would he be?

Seeing Feng Yan's eyes, Ling Feng touched his nose with a guilty conscience, took out his Ten Directions Annihilation, and prepared to assist Feng Yan's attack.

"Break the Diamond Spear!"

Boom!

With a loud bang, Murong Wu had already waved the spear in his hand, attacked and killed with one move, and fiercely slammed into the ancient formation surrounding the Sutra Library.

Unfortunately, the barrier barrier only trembled slightly, and there was no damage.

"Aim at one point and attack!" Murong Wu shouted, and then the talented warriors behind him also showed their unique skills, aimed at the place where Murong Wu had just attacked, and attacked fiercely. Unfortunately, the movement they caused was far less exaggerated than Murong Wu's. When they hit the barrier, it was basically like an egg hitting a stone, and it didn't hurt at all. "Frost penetrates!" Yan Jinghong directly opened the Ice Emperor Domain, and the Yuanli condensed into an indestructible frost. With a wave of his hand, countless icicles shot straight to one point, like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. Boom boom boom! ! ! With a series of explosions, the barrier of the barrier trembled again under this airtight attack, even more violently than Murong Wu's move just now. "Could this be a weakness!" Murong Wu's eyelids jumped, and with a sweep of his spear, the whole person soared into the sky, with golden light flashing around him, like a god of war descending to earth. "Break the Diamond Spear!"

Another shot hit the spot where Yan Jinghong had just attacked. The realm barrier trembled violently, but unfortunately, it still had no effect.

"Bacchanal! Drink the hatred!"

Shen Lang finally showed his true ability. He blasted out with a sword. A series of brilliant and dazzling lights gathered into the shape of a wine immortal holding a wine pot. He lay down drunkenly and pressed heavily on the barrier, which also caused a violent fluctuation.

"Damn, the Dionysus Curse!"

Immediately, someone who knew the goods recognized the origin of Shen Lang's move and exclaimed: "I once heard from the elders in the family that there was a sect in ancient times called the Xianxia Sect. There was a great man who entered the Dao with wine and created the Dionysus Sword Dao. This Dionysus Curse is the sword move created by the great man. When combined with the Dionysus Sword Dao, it is extremely powerful."

"Fuck, this guy's luck is so amazing that he actually got a sword art inheritance!"

"Damn, it's someone else's opportunity!"

However, the discussion soon subsided. Which of Murong Wu, Feng Yan, Yan Jinghong, and Nangong Yu's inheritance is worse than the Dionysus Sword Dao?

"The Dionysus Sword Dao?" Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose and thought to himself: It's a pity that although Shen Lang always drinks, he doesn't have an extreme passion for wine. It was obvious that he forced himself to drink in order to practice the sword art, so his wine god spell seemed to be unable to be smooth and could not be fully exerted.

If it were his cheap master Duanmu Qingshan, this guy was really a complete alcoholic, and this sword art was more suitable for him to practice.

At this time, Feng Yan also raised two fingers together, secretly concentrating his finger strength, and asked Fatty Huang at the same time: "Fatty, can you use your dragon-seeking plate to see where the weak link is?"

"Well..." Fatty Huang's forehead was sweating slightly, "I'll give it a try."

As he said that, Fatty Huang really started to mutter something. After a while, he pointed to a general area on the left and said with some guilt: "It's probably here, haha, it should be right."

Feng Yan rolled his eyes and was about to find a position in that area to attack, but Ling Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"Brother Feng, the more your Heavenly Prison Finger is concentrated at one point, the more powerful it becomes."

"This is natural." Feng Yan was stunned and looked up at Ling Feng, "Brother Ling, what do you mean?"

"Then, compress your attack target ten times, and only attack the position about three feet above the beam on the left side. This is probably the weakest defensive position." Ling Feng said lightly.

No one noticed that when Ling Feng was observing the ancient magic circle just now, the divine patterns of heaven in his right eye quietly condensed, and then quietly dispersed after an instant.

"Tsk, who did you fool this guy? You can actually pinpoint the location? I don't believe it!"

Fatty Huang snorted softly, "With my dragon-seeking technique, I can only roughly determine the location, so don't make it more confusing, okay?"

"I'm just giving you a suggestion. As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to Brother Feng to decide." Ling Feng shrugged. He just thought that Feng Yan's character was pretty good, so he gave him some guidance and let him retain some strength. After a while, When competing for secrets, you will not be exhausted physically.

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Feng, then laughed loudly and said: "Friends are more valuable than a word of trust. Brother Ling, I trust you!"

After saying that, Feng Yan gathered his strength with one finger, and Qi Tian's finger force shot out, directly hitting the location pointed by Ling Feng just now.