Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

The complex terrain of the corridor plains, especially the veins, can migrate on its own, which is really annoying.

At this moment, everyone is going on, suddenly listening to the rumbling sound of the underground, knowing that there are new veins migrating, busy flying in the air, there are those that will not fly and also releasing the shuttle - no extremist wealth today, but every junior disciple who goes out should be matched with the shuttle.

As soon as we entered the air, we saw the earth flicker.

It's like something's creeping beneath the ground, driving the staggered migration of the surface, and the entire corridor plain is starting to move like a wheel of mechanical gear, along with the slopes, the plains are twisted for it, and the shape changes.

So weird and huge a change in terrain, people are also surprised to see it.

Fortunately, the corridor plains are moving loudly, but not dangerous.

Looking at it, a large, distant pulse of earth was shifting, and there was an implicit black dot on it. Stay close and discover that it is a low coffin-like building.

“It's a graveyard! Found it!” Frequently and amazingly.

In front of us, Heran is a spiritual cemetery.

The cemetery is situated in an underground vein, as if it were on a boat, moving from one vein to another, unaffected in the least.

The graveyard was discovered, Ye Fenglian naturally reported to the rear for the first time.

The next step is to wait for the army to arrive.

But that's when they found the vein turning toward the other direction.

“I'll go. Is there a bend in this vein?” Watching the cemetery run to the other side under the pulse of the ground, often with amazement, was a little confused for a moment and I couldn't figure out what was going on.

“Cut the crap and keep up.” Ye Feng Cold hurried.

The follow-on force is targeting the team, and if you don't want to lose it, you have to keep up.

The team carefully followed behind the migratory vein, looking far away, not close.

At this point, the cemetery suddenly stopped.

The veins are still moving, but the cemetery stops somehow, at the edge of a canyon, as if ships from afar were docked in port.

This is also the first time Ye Feng Chang and knew that the Ling cemetery could stop in the vein traction.

When the cemetery stopped, hundreds of phantoms flew from the cemetery towards the canyon.

“What are they doing?” Ye Feng mumbled.

Often shakes his head: "Not clear. The spiritual people have always acted secretly, regardless of what they do. Whatever they were doing, when the army arrived, it was the end of the ashes. ”

Ye Feng Cold frowned deeply: “Spiritual ethnic joy is lonely, rarely assemble action, even in the battlefield, will try to create the scope of single-handedly struggle. It is extremely rare for such a large group of spiritual people to come together. Especially in this situation…"

Ye Fenglian knew that the Ling clan had extremely mysterious methods of interrogation, like the previous attack on Tomonkado, the Ling clan was prepared in advance.

Although the wind fracture is a little far from the corridor plain, and the spiritual link of the Ri Ling Nation cannot be conveyed so far away, who knows if there are other secret ways to notify the rear.

If that's the case, then now these spiritual movements are worth playing with.

As soon as I thought about it, Ye Feng said, “No, we have to go check it out. ”

"Are you crazy? That's death! ”

“If something is being done against our army, can we only watch it here?” Ye Feng asked back.

Often and helplessly: “That's what I'm saying, but you used to be useless. You don't think people like us can affect them, do you? ”

“Who knows.” Ye Feng Cold said a word and had fallen to the ground.

Instead of flying or using a method of concealment, he walked so close to the ground that he could limit his spiritual fluctuations to the maximum. The spiritual community has a strong sense of origin and spiritual power, and any unusual spiritual fluctuations may be noticed by them. However, there have been failures, and overreliance on source sensing has resulted in their disrespect for ordinary investigative techniques. Long-term internal spiritual exchanges make it difficult for them to even open their eyes once in a while.

So the best way to get close to them is to walk past them without using any source technology. This is also one of the lessons learned from the long-standing fighting between the two communities of the Spirit.

Ye Feng walked carefully on the ground.

By this time, the moving veins had begun to decelerate and gradually stagnate.

The translocation created a longitudinal trench on the ground. Ye Fenglian traveled in the trench, using the terrain to cover himself, and soon arrived near the cemetery.

As you can see here, a large group of spiritual people are gathering in the canyon.

In the middle of them is a huge source map that has been drawn up, sparkling strange stars in the night light.

A large number of spiritual tribes are gathering around the various sides of the map, and a high-ranking spiritual tribe stands in the center of the spiritual tribe, whispering what it is celebrating, while a circle of invisible spiritual fluctuations has dissipated.

These spiritual fluctuations are silent and invisible, but they spread extremely far. If Ye Feng Cold hadn't built true spiritual secrets and mental barriers, they would have been swept away by the spiritual fluctuations, I'm afraid. Even so, when the spiritual fluctuations swept past themselves, Ye Feng Cold still had a feeling of being all over Yin Cold.

Moreover, he found that there seemed to be the same fluctuations in the distance in response to distant distances.

This immediately made Ye Feng Cold realize that it was wrong.

This does not appear to be a separate act of a spiritual cemetery, but rather a collective action of all spiritual communities throughout the corridor plain.

As soon as I think of it, Ye Feng's scalp is numb when he stands cold.

What are the objectives that will enable the Spiritualists of the Ring Plains to act collectively?

No poles!

There's nothing but extremism!

There is no doubt that the spiritual people have received news of no polar invasion, that they are getting information much faster than no polar imagination, and that they have begun to make targeted tactics.

Ye Fenglian did not know what the Ling people's coping strategy was, but he knew that whatever the strategy was, it was best not to let them succeed.

Thinking about it, Ye Fenglian decided to do something.

He began to touch inside the cemetery.

Seeing this scene far away, it was often and almost insane.

Is this guy crazy? What's he doing?

Unfortunately, he was too far away to shout and could only watch Ye Feng Cold enter the cemetery.

Because the spiritual tribe is all over the canyon, the cemetery is almost empty at this moment, and occasional guards are puppets that are corroded by insidious gas and lack intelligence.

Ye Feng Cold easily entered the cemetery and walked towards a pyramid-like building in the center.

This is the spiritual hall, where the spiritual people handle their affairs. Because the spiritual community is born lonely and has a way of communicating with the mind, not as many government institutions as the people need, a spiritual church basically handles all the things that need to be handled. In this regard, it has to be said that spirits do have many advantages over people.

However, as a result, the spiritual church became the most visible element of the spiritual clan.

You must be right to do something to destroy the spiritual hall.

Coming to Lingtang, Ye Fenglian saw a low-ranking spiritual clan guarding there.

Ye Feng Cold, a low-ranking spiritual people, is confident in dealing with it, but there is some trouble if you don't want to spook the canyon.

Thinking about it, Ye Feng Cold took something out of the ring, but it was a dripping crystal.

This object is called Night Crystal. Night Crystal is a specific crystal that can emit spiritual fluctuations. The target of the Night Crystal attack will form a short period of stunning effect, especially on the spirit. There is also a special toxin sealed in the nightfall crystal, which has a killing effect on the spirit.

It was also deliberately invented by Su Shen to deal with the Ling Nation. Unfortunately, it was also not possible to distribute it at random due to its high cost. Only the non-extremist disciples could buy it with their own contributions.

Ye Fenglian also paid a lot of money to buy this item. It was originally intended to save lives, but now it has to be used against a lower spiritual clan. Think about it. It's a little frustrating. However, it would not have been possible to quickly resolve the lower spiritual clan.

He bit his teeth and Ye Feng Cold threw the nightmare out.

When the void broke, the spiritual clan reacted quickly, and it was instantly discovered that the mouth emitted an invisible spiritual fluctuation.

Unfortunately, at the same time as the spiritual fluctuations were emitting, the nightmare had struck him.

The moment he touched the spiritual clan, the spiritual clan stagnated, and his whole body was stiff. This was the effect of Night Crystal, and the spiritual fluctuations he emitted stopped.

Interrupted spiritual fluctuations make the spiritual tribe in the canyon slightly sensible, but not intense.

The high-ranking spiritual clan in the source array turned back and said, “I feel like I'm experiencing zero fluctuations. ”

“I also felt, Elder Krutter, but not intensely, that it should be just an unconscious spiritual dissipation.” A spiritual people replied.

“Perhaps, but at this very moment...” Krutter thought, “Wings, go and have a look. ”

A spiritual people rose up and left, heading towards the spiritual hall.

Ye Feng Cold on this side has solved the Ling clan and entered the Ling Tang.

He intended to destroy the spiritual church, strike back at the west, lure the spiritual tribes back and delay their actions until no extremist army came. But after entering the spiritual hall, it was discovered that the spiritual hall was full of maps.

In Array Six, each sits a spiritual clan, all middle class spiritual clans.

As soon as Ye Feng Cold came in, the six spiritual tribes looked at him at the same time. They were all stupid to each other.

Ye Fenglian didn't realize that there were six spiritual clans still nestled in the spiritual hall. He was temporarily forced to do so.

Look at me on both sides. I'll look at you. Nobody did it for a while.

Ye Feng squeezed a smile on his cold face: “Sorry, wrong place. ”

He slowly withdrew from the spiritual hall.

What surprised him was that they didn't catch up.

Mm-hmm.

Ye Feng thought about it and felt something was wrong.

Instead of running, he folded back.

Looking at the six spiritual tribes, they were still sitting in the source formation, still motionless, and seeing Ye Feng Cold come in again, their eyes were full of panic.

Ye Feng chilled: “So you can't move? ”

He looked down at the source array, and as you can see, a profound pattern went out from here to the canyon.

“So this is it... so this one is one with that one? Well, maybe more.” Ye Feng Ching thought of the spiritual fluctuations that had just come from elsewhere.

He already has some understanding in his mind: “A vast array of sources spanning the vast majority of the corridor plains… the backdrop of the spiritual clan is powerful indeed. Perhaps the so-called vein movement is your fault, too? ”

Ye Fenglian knew he was right when he saw the other party's fright.

The larger the source array, the more heaven and earth can absorb, and naturally the more powerful.

Ye Fenglian doesn't know what kind of array this is, but if you think about the wide scope of this array, how many spiritual clans it needs to start, and the demands are high, you can understand the horror of its power.

Didn't we agree to go to the Millions of Millions of Millions of Caves before we set up the press-box bottom?

What's wrong with the Ring Plains?

Ye Feng Cold is also frightened to sweat.

But there's a lot of good and there's a lot of bad.

The bigger the source array, the bigger the area, the better the chances of destruction.

Like now.

Ye Feng Cold has slowly lifted his sword: “So I'm just going to destroy this place, so the entire source should be affected, right? ”

“How dare you!” A spiritual clan finally screamed at everything: “If you destroy this formation, we will be free, and you will die! ”

Yeah, it is.

Destroying the Source Array, the six middle class spiritual clans who are responsible for running here will also break free of the constraints.

Six to one, Ye Feng Cold has no reason.

Ye Feng smiled coldly: "So I'm unlucky. I thought it was an opportunity to make a difference, but I didn't expect it to be an opportunity to die. ”

Speak up, sword down.

A sword was cut at the core of the Source Array.