Gao Wu: Extracting the Ancestral Art of the Immortal King

"smell good......"

"What a thick blood, what a young human being, his blood must be delicious!"

There is a cold voice floating in the darkness, full of infinite malice.

"Eat him, eat him! What a delicious smell! Jie Jie..."

In the void, a strange and distorted figure seemed to emerge.

Walking upside down, long hair hanging upside down, terrifying and eerie!

"A fish is hooked."

Jiang Feng glanced at the rearview mirror, and a cloud of hazy black mist flashed past.

He grinned, exuding a little blood, and continued to seduce.

After being baptized by the ancestral skills of the Immortal Emperor Clan and opening up a sea of ​​bitterness, his blood has a fatal attraction for certain beings.

It's like a person who is about to enter the earth, and suddenly sees a panacea that can prolong life for a hundred years, and he can't resist it at all!

His current speed has exceeded 150 kilometers per hour.

And the black mist still followed closely behind, like maggots attached to bones.

Chapter 20: Hanging Corpse!

"There is a way to kill!"

Jiang Feng looked at the strange black mist that lingered, and smiled coldly.

There is no reason to let go of Yuan Neng that was delivered to your door.

The weirdness is true to its name, and it is impossible to guard against it.

Even the prosperous and popular steel forest has been infiltrated by them, pervasive.

As long as it is not too presumptuous, rampant and massacre, human beings really have nothing to do with these things.

At this time, he had come to the industrial area in the suburbs, and the vehicles on the road became extremely scarce.

The street lights were dim, and the nearby trees cast long reflections.

Jiang Feng drove the Jinniu sports car to the side of the road, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

He lit a cigarette for himself, blowing the cool evening breeze, and looked at ease.

"Brother, a person at night?"

After a while, a young man wearing a black peaked cap trotted along the road.

He was wearing a vest and headphones, panting as if he had just finished a run.

Jiang Feng nodded, but did not speak.

"Come on one?"

"Sorry, I don't smoke."

The young man waved his hands again and again, and took off his peaked cap, revealing a slightly pale face.

Jiang Feng didn't care about the other party's ignorance.

He didn't smoke the last cigarette before he died, it seems that he didn't have much thought about living.

"Your car is not bad, it costs several million."

The young man came over and was amazed at the cool and stylish Taurus sports car.

It seems envious.

"Almost, are you from here? It's a long way from the city."

"Well, my house is nearby. If you have nothing to do at night, go out for a run and enjoy the evening breeze."

The young man said with a smile, he took off his earphones, took out a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.

"Your complexion is so pale, you're out of energy and blood, it's better to come out less at night."

Jiang Feng glanced at the mineral water the other party was drinking, um, it was bright red and as thick as blood.

After saying this, the air seemed to be a little bit colder.

The young man's body froze, and his smile froze.

Bits of coldness spread, but quickly subsided.

"My body was not very good when I was young, but I got used to it, and running can also strengthen my body."

He explained.

"It's your home over there. Fengshui is pretty good."

Jiang Feng pointed to the graves all over the mountains and plains opposite, with a calm tone.

"what?"

The young man didn't respond for a while.

"You really know how to joke."

He smiled awkwardly.

"No, I'm a good judge of people, I never joke, no, I made a slip of the tongue, I should be very good at seeing tricks!"

Jiang Feng stubbed out the cigarette butt, smiled slightly, showing his white teeth.

Looking back, the youth has disappeared.

The bone-piercing cold came, and ripples appeared in the air.

A figure filled with black smoke, with a distorted figure and head on the ground floated slowly.

The strong yin and evil spirit rushed like waves, and a layer of frost began to condense on the ground.

The cold wind hits, giving people the illusion of being in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

The face with its head on the ground was extremely distorted, and the eyes and mouth were also turned into big black holes.

It elongated and twisted along with the face, almost touching the ground.

It's like turning into an abstract painting.

"Hanging corpse!"

Jiang Feng didn't change his face, he calmly watched this scene that was enough to make ordinary people collapse.

An extremely terrifying femininity recorded in the Weird Records.

Its strength is comparable to that of a grandmaster, and it is a terrifying existence at the fierce level.

"Your blood is rare and delicious!"

The hoarse voice seemed to rise from hell, and the space seemed to be frozen.

Mop-like hair wriggling like worms.

Countless black hairs straightened in an instant, like steel wires bursting out, and like ten thousand snakes coming out of a nest, stabbing with a shrill scream!

"Boom!"

Like the roar of thunder, a heartbeat like a drum suddenly exploded.

The surging hot wind howled.

A circle of golden-red light curtain centered on Jiang Feng spread out mightily!

"Chichi..."

The sound was like magma being poured into a glacier into the depths of a volcano.

The weird black hair like steel wire collapsed at the touch of a touch, and was swept away by the scorching wind, dissipating like smoke.

The upside-down strange corpse emitted blue smoke, and the black mist on its body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the body shape has become illusory, looming, as if it will disappear at any time.

"I can't even bear my blood radiating out, and you still try to get my attention. It's really sad!"

Jiang Feng's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't make any movements.

Just standing there, waves of blood energy swept across, and the scorching high temperature almost wiped out the hanging corpse.

Every fluctuation of blood energy seemed to contain immense force, like an invisible giant hammer bombarding, the corpse was cracking and trembling.

A thick burnt smell rose into the sky, as if a corpse was being burned!

There was thick black water spilled, but it was evaporated before it hit the ground.

"boom!!"

The golden divine light irradiated, and the power of the most masculine and the most majestic spread, unstoppable.

The hanging corpse couldn't bear it any longer, it fell apart with a "bang", and exploded in the air.

It seemed to be a ray of ghosts before the big day, and it disappeared in an instant!

【Ding!The host kills the ferocious femininity and obtains 30000 energy! 】

There was still a burning smell in the air.

Baked by high temperature, the ground is cracked, exuding amazing heat!

Put an egg on it, and it will definitely become an omelette.

The sports car drove away quickly, and everything returned to the original, as if nothing happened.

(Kneeling for all kinds of data, it's too bleak, please big brothers!).

Chapter 21: War Experience Competition!

"System, perform three Myriad Realms extractions!"

[Random selection of the world is being extracted! 】

【Ding!Extracted successfully! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a spiritual ginseng! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Great Bull Demon Fist! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a liter of fairyland air! 】

Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows.

These three extractions were considered lucky.

At least it wasn't some junk.

Both of the first two are understood.

But, what the hell is the third fairy air?

Could it be that the air of this fairy world can instantly become a fairy and live forever if one takes a breath?

He was really uncertain.

After all, the word fairy world is too much.

In Ten Thousand Realms, Immortal Realm is also divided into high and low versions.

Such as a certain novel with Yang Daxiang as the main character.

Three thousand layers of fairy world, No.30 three layers are comparable to the multiverse.

If it was that level of immortal world, he would really be afraid of blowing up the world.

If the level is too high, it can't support it at all, after all, that world can be called the existence of the ceiling.

"There is no indication of which world it comes from, so it should be unpopular."