Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 3269: Puppet Gate, Great War

Luo Feng's incarnation of the soul, while avoiding the spatial turbulence and vortex in the chaotic space, is thinking about how to find the puppet gate in such a vast space.

In the end, he gave up.

In such a chaotic and chaotic world, it is impossible to tell the direction at all, and can only choose a direction randomly based on intuition.

"Only a quarter of an hour, or even less, I don't know if I can find the puppet door."

Luo Feng thought in his heart.

He found that acting in this chaotic space is extremely energy-consuming. Even with his soul power, it is difficult to persist for a long time. The mental consumption is too great, and it will even affect the combat power of the outside body.

It's no wonder that Shen Gong initially set up a test of climbing ladders to test the soul power. People with too weak soul power can't persist in this chaotic space.

"Huh? This is..."

I don't know how long it has passed, Luo Feng suddenly felt a little in his heart and looked in one direction.

There, the space is distorted, and the darkness is like an abyss, so it is not different from the surroundings.

Luo Feng felt a strange attraction, as if there was something calling him in the dark.

"The Will of God..."

Luo Feng's eyes flashed, speeding up, and swiping in that direction.

In the deadly chaotic space.

A mountain is suspended in the endless darkness, and the broken mountain is surrounded by a huge cyan light ball.

The cyan light sphere is already extremely thin, resisting the turbulence of the surrounding space and the purple thunder and lightning. Every time it expands, the glow it emits is dimmed a bit, and it seems to be broken at any time.

On the mountain peaks, there are many remnants of palaces scattered around. From the outline of the remnants, one can faintly see how magnificent these palaces were once.

Here is the puppet gate in the chaotic space. Nearly twenty years have passed since the centennial event, and the remaining puppet gates have also been wandering in this chaotic space for nearly twenty years.

In the past two decades, countless palaces have collapsed and mountain peaks have been annihilated by spatial turbulence. Now, there is only one lone mountain left, which is barely maintained by the guardian formation.

The top of the mountain peak is a square, on which nearly a hundred people gathered.

These people sit cross-legged, their bodies blooming with brilliance, and some of them have the brilliance of their will, comparable to top kings, but their aura is very weak, even worse than those who are strong in the realm of distraction.

These nearly a hundred people are already the entire puppet gate.

On the high platform in the middle of the square, several old men with all white beards and hair gathered together, and their eyes turned to the middle of the high platform from time to time.

There, there is a figure sitting cross-legged, with beard and hair mopping the floor, described as haggard, and the back is straight as a sword. Although the eyes are closed, there is still invisible majesty exuding.

The old man, it is the work of God.

Since the centennial event ended, he has been sitting here for twenty years like a day. If you don't feel it carefully, you won't even feel the vitality in him.

"The half of the dragon veins is almost at its limit. In my opinion, it can last for two or three years at most. Once the dragon veins are exhausted, we..."

An old man looked at the silent divine work, shook his head and sighed.

Back when they fell into this chaotic space, they also brought in half of the dragon vein. Only by relying on this half of the dragon vein could they persist until now.

However, half of the dragon veins are always incomplete, unable to regain their vitality on their own, and continue to grow. In the past thousand years, this half of the dragon veins will also be exhausted. At that time, the guardian formation will not work, and they will inevitably be buried in this chaotic space. , The disaster is over.

The faces of several other old men are also ugly, and they are humane:

"Don't give up, there is still hope. Twenty years have passed. The person selected by the master should have been crowned king, maybe he is planning to arrange the Xingtian formation..."

Someone shook his head next to me:

"How easy is it, a small Yuanhai Realm great power, in the age of Holy Fall, even if the sect master's king will be obtained, it will be difficult to conquer the king within 20 years. Besides, even if he The king has been entrusted, and will he really keep his promise and arrange the Xingtian formation to rescue me? Just the arrangement of the Xingtian formation is not something ordinary people can bear."

After hearing this, everyone was silent, and they actually didn't have much confidence in this plan of divine work.

An old man glanced down. Those puppet disciples were still cultivating earnestly. Some of their faces were still childish, and there were several children who were a few years old.

"Heaven is going to perish my puppet gate..." the old man lamented.

At this moment, changes suddenly occurred.

Shen Gong, who has been sitting cross-legged for 20 years, suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and two golden beams burst from his eyes, piercing the void.

"Door!"

Everyone was shocked. For twenty years, the magical work was like a stone sculpture, motionless, and suddenly I woke up at this moment, something big must happen.

Shen Gong stood up, his body filled with radiance, he raised his head and pointed his fingers into the distance.

Everyone looked at it, and in the endless darkness, a small golden dot was extremely bright, brighter and brighter.

"That's..."

"The breath of the master's will..."

"It's really here!"

Several old men looked at the golden dot, lost their voices for a moment, trembling with excitement and tearing.

Qianjiling.

As time went by, the battle became more and more fierce, the front stretched for hundreds of miles, the terrifying energy fluctuations destroyed the mountains beyond recognition, the land was full of ravines, the sky flashed with thunder, and the king fell and died every moment. There are already more than twenty or thirty people who have been crowned kings!

Boom!

Luo Feng smashed an earth-level king into two with a single knife, his eyes lightened slightly.

"Finally found it!"

Through the incarnation of Divine Soul, he has already sensed the breath of Divine Work Will. Next, he only needs to use Divine Work Will as a bridge to open the space channel and welcome back to the puppet gate.

However, Luo Feng's heartstrings did not relax at all. After fighting for so long, the Blood Demon Sect and the Nangong family have not yet joined the battlefield. They just watched from the sidelines. This is not a good phenomenon.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a long roar sounded, and accompanied by an incomparable strong will, a silhouette of a person in the sky rushed quickly with a billowing killing intent.

Blood Demon Sect, Tianyin Sect, the Nangong family finally moved.

"Be careful!"

Luo Feng uttered a reminder that before his words fell, two rainbow lights swept across and intercepted him, his body shone with divine light, and his powerful will made the void tremble. They were two Nangong family heavenly kings.

"Luo Feng, dare to be an enemy of our Nangong family, today you will die without a place to be buried!"

"Suffer to death!"

Both of them are mid-level heavenly kings, and with a long roar, their wills are brilliant, and they join forces to kill Luo Feng.

Wow!

The whole space burst into waves, two palm prints covering the sky and the sun, slamming towards Luo Feng, to destroy Luo Feng even this space.

Luo Feng squinted his eyes slightly, urging the spatial martial soul to perform the slash of the sky.

The space split, and two sky-shattering sword lights appeared behind the two Nangong family experts without warning, and attacked them.

Puff! Huh!

The pillar of blood soared into the sky, and the two heads flew up into the sky, staring at Luo Feng fiercely, until he died, he didn't understand why Luo Feng's sword technique could be so fast!

Boom!

The two palm prints lost their support and were smashed by Luo Feng casually.

"Scill the mid-level king of the sky!"

The expressions of the people who noticed this scene have changed. They are the mid-level heavenly kings. They are all top masters in the five domains, so they were beheaded!

"Looking for death!"

Skyrim, a burly middle-aged Nangong family, saw this scene, staring at this scene, and roared, the dazzling divine glory bloomed from him, a small octopus demon fish appeared behind him, and every tentacles photographed , Both make the void shatter, seemingly powerful.

Boom!

Unleashing the Sea Soul, this Nangong Family Heavenly Peak King, his figure quickly enlarged, he was as tall as three people, and pressed down towards Luo Feng with a punch.

Boom!

The wrathful blow of the Heavenly Peak King~IndoMTL.com~ How terrible the power is, the fist strength has not yet arrived, and the terrifying fist force has crushed the ground below Luofeng to collapse layer by layer.

At this moment, another long howl sounded, and the sky suddenly blew a bitterly cold wind, and a huge six-sided ice crystal shield appeared in the sky in front of Luo Feng.

There was a loud noise, snowflakes raged in the sky, and the six-sided shield shattered directly. The Nangong family's heavenly peak king could not stop his figure and burst back.

"Blackwater King, the old man will meet you!"

At the place where the six-sided shield exploded, an old man with a white beard like a waterfall appeared.

Luo Feng recognized the opponent, he was the old man who had been following Bing Hanbai, and he was also the king of the heavenly peak.

Boom!

Needless to say, the two of them fought together in an instant, and the ground collapsed and the void broke.

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