ebookland Chapter 1580
Chapter 1580
He quickly retreated,
But this world is limited and the space is not big. For strong people like them, they can reach any place with just a wave of their hands and a step.
Finally, Ning Feng descended above his head, like the king of the world, a god or demon descending.
"This one is for Jiang Yunfei."
Ning Feng raised his hand and drew down a ten-thousand-foot-long thunder dragon.
boom,
A purple bolt of lightning descended right above Huangfu Song's head, blasting him to the point of fuming.
Purple flames were rising from his body.
It looked extremely embarrassing and ridiculous.
"This one is for Jiang Yunfei."
The golden lightning transformed into a dragon and attacked.
It hit Huangfu Song again, and another golden flame appeared on his body.
He turned around and tried to run away, but there was no way Ning Feng would let him go.
"This one is for, oh no, for Xiao Qi..."
"Hua Chenyu..."
Every time he read out a name, Ning Feng would send down a terrifying thunder.
When the last thunderbolt shattered the ancient bronze scroll, Huangfu Song was already dying and was fleeing in a shaky manner.
Ning Feng followed behind him at a leisurely pace. Suddenly, he appeared in front of Huangfu Song, pinched Huangfu Song's neck and whispered, "As for this... it's to thank you, Master. Thank you for leading us to the academy."
"Give us the holy fruit and grant us the opportunity to enter the holy realm."
boom,
The moment the thunder pierced through his head, Huangfu Song finally understood.
This monster has simply entered the ultimate holy realm and cannot be stopped.
……
Huangfu Song's head shattered into pieces in Ning Feng's palm, and along with his unwilling and horrified soul, it was completely purified and annihilated by the violent holy thunder.
The powerful master of Shanhe Academy once regarded Ning Feng as a chess piece, giving him resources but also pressing him step by step.
Finally, under the broken starry sky of the Holy Burial Wasteland, it became the first stepping stone for Ning Feng to step into the ultimate holy realm.
A tiny ray of ash.
"Master."
In the distance, the few remaining powerful royals who had close ties with Huangfu Song had bloodshot eyes and were howling in grief.
However, what responded to them was Ning Feng's cold eyes, burning with chaotic thunder and fire, filled with endless murderous intent.
"Stop yelling, it's your turn."
Ning Feng's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder from the sky, exploding deep in the soul of every surviving king.
He bathed in the world-destroying sea of Nine Heavens Saint-Destroying Thunder, but not only did he not feel any pain, but it seemed as if he was absorbing the most violent power in the world.
boom,
The aura of chaos grew stronger and stronger, surrounding his body and faintly forming the shadows of ancient gods and demons, making him look like the chaotic god of war that emerged from the beginning of the world.
He strode towards the crowd step by step.
"This domain has been blocked by him. We can't escape."
"Let's attack together. He's still going through the tribulation and his body is still fragile. This is our only chance."
The King of Grass and Trees screamed as half of his body was swept by the aftermath of the previous thunder tribulation, leaving it charred black.
At this moment, he urged the remaining plant essence to grow wildly again, and countless soul-devouring poisonous vines turned into a forest of death that covered the sky and the sun, and rolled towards Ning Feng in the center of the sea of thunder.
He knew that if he fought alone, no one could defeat Ning Feng at the moment.
Only by gathering all the remaining strength and taking advantage of the unstable state and the thunder of disaster, can there be a slim chance of survival.
"kill!"
The Blood Demon King's only remaining head roared, burning his last bit of blood, stirring up an endless sea of blood and sending foul air soaring into the sky, attempting to corrode Ning Feng's holy body and soul, interfering with his tribulation.
The king of the Xuanbing tribe, the only remaining elder of the Shi tribe, and two other kings with weaker auras also erupted at the same time.
The eternal chill freezes the space.
The khaki giant fist that crushed the stars crashed down.
The sharp golden sword aura tore through the sky...
The remaining seven or eight kings, at this moment, discarded all barriers and fears, and unreservedly launched all their lifelong cultivation and forbidden secret techniques at the figure in the sea of thunder.
They knew very well that if Ning Feng successfully survived this disaster and entered the ultimate holy realm, what would be waiting for them would be the real doomsday.