Dao Seal 196_Dao Seal full text free reading_Chapter 196 A bloody feast (kneel and beg for subscription) from (.)

At the top of Shenya Mountain Stream, there are hundreds of powerful people in the Dust Realm of Awakening. The cold air is so hot that the murderous intent is surging. However, in the center, Jiang Xiaofan's expression seemed calm, calm, without any panic, and was alone against everyone...

"boom……"

He took action at this moment and didn't talk nonsense to Murong Ling at all. He stretched out his silver hand, almost covering the sky, casting a huge shadow on the earth, like a big mountain in the sky falling down.

Everyone around them looked at each other. Murong Ling was holding a peerless and sharp treasure in his hand, but now someone dared to shake it with his big hands. This courage moved everyone, widened his eyes and stared at the front.

A cold light flashed in Murong Ling's eyes, but his face did not show. He moved sideways and frowned and said, "What's the point of Brother Jiang? I've only said a few words. Can you really kill someone to silence me?"

Although he was talking, his hands were not weak. The red divine sword shone brightly, and an astonishing murderous intent instantly covered every corner of the space. He held the divine sword in his hand and rushed upwards toward Jiang Xiaofan's big hand.

"What a terrible sword intent!"

Many cultivators retreated behind him. The red divine sword in Murong Ling's hand moved, within ten feet of radius, and every inch of space was filled with a bit of murderous intent, invading the bone marrow, making the spine cold and the scalp numb.

"snort!"

Jiang Xiaofan's face was expressionless, and the big hand that was poking out was shaking, and the divine light surged, and strands fell down.

A map of light suddenly appeared in the void, constructing a square and circling the silver runes, and began to absorb all the spiritual energy in the surrounding space, covering a distance of ten feet, and pressing down with the silver big hand falling.

It can be clearly seen that the void was squeezed by an invisible force, and wrinkled like a piece of white paper. At the same time, the light of the Red Blood Divine Sword in Murong Ling's hand was dim, and the murderous intent was instantly suppressed to the extreme.

"you!"

Murong Ling was shocked. He felt huge pressure. Even holding the treasure weapon would not work. The light picture above his head seemed to be able to suppress everything. The breath spread out made the divine power in his body almost frozen.

Bing Xin stood behind Jiang Xiaofan and stared at the light picture in the air. She was a little surprised. The water-like jade eyes flashed with a faint pure white light, as if they were analyzing something, but in the end she just shook her head.

"Flame God!"

Murong Ling shouted loudly and activated his divine power frantically. His whole body burned. It seemed that a layer of invincible fire armor had condensed outside his body, transforming into a giant. The hot lava seemed to burn everything.

However, all this was futile. Jiang Xiaofan had no expression on his face and no emotional fluctuations. The big hand that poked out pressed without any obstacles, shattered all the fire outside Murong Ling's body with a slight sound, and grabbed Yijie.

"you……"

"Bang!"

Jiang Xiaofan didn't talk nonsense to him, grabbed his collar and slapped his hand. Although he didn't kill, he showed no mercy. Murong Ling's mouth and nose were bleeding, and half of his cheeks were almost torn and bloody.

"You're too much, why..."

"Bang!"

Jiang Xiaofan had no expression on his face and slapped his backhand again. The force used was very well-proportioned, which made Murong Ling's other half of his cheeks swollen, and blood was overflowing, which soon dyed his whole face red, looking a little scary.

"ah!"

Murong Ling yelled, he was a genius of the younger generation of Ziyang Sect. Except for the limited three two people, no one was his opponent, but now he was so humiliated by this person, which was unbearable, and there was flame burning in his eyes.

"boom……"

A more terrifying aura overflowed from his body, which increased several times more than just now. He had hatred in his eyes and stared at Jiang Xiaofan tightly, and a pile of blazing fire wings emerged behind him.

"The Phoenix Fire Nirvana of Ziyang Sect!"

Someone exclaimed, and revealed this terrible secret technique, and they all showed shock.

Phoenix Fire Nirvana can increase combat power exponentially, but the price it has to be paid is not small. Because the blazing flame is by no means able to bear in ordinary physical bodies, each casting requires a lot of vitality, which is almost a forbidden technique.

At this moment, Murong Ling spread the phoenix fire Nirvana, and his divine power doubled. The Red Blood Divine Sword he was holding in his hand burst out with unparalleled murderous intent again. A powerful pressure spread out, covering the sky and the earth, causing many cultivators to tremble suddenly.

"This is...the unique aura of the powerful people in the Phantom God Realm!"

Many cultivators were shocked. They felt a terrifying oppression force. At this time, Murong Ling became infinitely taller in the eyes of these people. At this moment, the aura he emitted was a bit amazing, comparable to that of an existence in the Phantom God Realm.

However, the next moment, Murong Ling's expression changed wildly, and he showed a look of horror for the first time. The divine power outside his body shattered again. The wings of fire behind him dissipated, turned into starlight, and merged into all directions of the void.

"You, you have already..."

He finally changed his color completely, his lips trembled, but he didn't finish his words, because Jiang Xiaofan's big hand sucked over again, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with it at all. Another slap was printed on his cheek.

"A year ago, you kicked me here. A year later, the same place will be your bone burial place." Jiang Xiaofan's words were very calm, without murderous intentions, but it made everyone feel cold.

He really doesn't want to talk nonsense about a hypocritical and dark villain like Murong Ling. He couldn't kill him after taking his things a year ago. Now he has started disputes again and again, and wants to use the power of many cultivators here to kill him. If he can tolerate him to survive, then he is a saint, but unfortunately, he is not a saint!

"You...you want to kill me?" Murong Ling changed color, his eyes pounding, and he said, "No, you can't do this. The divine sword in my hand is marked by a master. If you do it, you can't hide it from him, and the Emperor Tianmen will not protect you!"

"Click..."

Jiang Xiaofan disdained and flicked his fingers lightly. It seemed simple, but it seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds. With a crisp sound, Murong Ling couldn't help screaming. His right arm drooped softly, and his entire hand bone was shattered.

"you……"

"Click..."

Jiang Xiaofan was very calm and blinked his fingers again, destroying Murong Ling's other arm.

Will he worry about Mo Zuo coming to cause trouble now? Does he need the protection of the Emperor Tianmen now? Joke, what is a mere Mo Zuo? Even if the Supreme Elder of Ziyang Sect comes, it won’t work. Old Liu Chengan is not a vegetarian!

Murong Ling finally felt a look of fear. He clearly felt the murderous intent of the man in front of him. He no longer had the calmness of his attitude. He asked for help anxiously, saying, "Please help me, I will give you a good reward in the future and help you enter the Ziyang Sect to practice. The master of him is Elder Mo Zuo!"

He was really scared and could not resist this person. He shouted such words at a very fast speed. His only hope now is the people in front of him. He hopes to use the reputation of Ziyang Sect to let such people help him. For this reason, he lifted Mo Zuo's identity out.

"this……"

"Enter Ziyang Sect!"

Many people widened their eyes. It was obvious that Murong Ling's words were very tempting. Ziyang Sect is one of the four major sects of Ziwei. Being able to enter there to practice is definitely the lifelong dream of many cultivators.

"Hurry, help Brother Murong!"

"You can't let this thief succeed!"

In just a moment, a cultivator immediately roared in this place, and many people showed their magic weapons, their divine power was soaring that they were stronger than ever before, surrounding Jiang Xiaofan.

"Let go of Mr. Murong!"

Almost all these people are casual cultivators, or come from some small sects. If you want to enter the Ziyang Sect with your own abilities, it will be almost difficult to ascend to the sky. So at this moment, the temptation of Murong Ling's words is tantamount to a treasure.

What's more important is that there are more than a hundred powerful people in the Awakening Realm here. They don't believe that Jiang Xiaofan can really stop everyone. At this moment, almost everyone moved again and burst out with an extremely terrifying aura.

"Give you two warnings!" Jiang Xiaofan looked up, his eyes became a little cold. Looking at everyone in front of him, strands of murderous intent spreading outside his body, and said coldly: "First, leave here, never get involved in the Shenya Mountain Stream. Second, don't make yourself uncomfortable, don't force me to kill!"

Such cold and ruthless words were like a divine weapon clattering on the general, which immediately shocked some people. However, in the face of the temptation to enter the Ziyang Sect to practice, many people still rushed past without fear of death, and they were all strong people.

"Sir, please speak more, please let go of Mr. Murong!"

"Stop our way and kill fellow Taoist Ziyi. Now I want to kill the high disciples of Ziyang Sect. I am really a demon, so I should kill him!"

More than a dozen people rushed over first. The weakest cultivation was in the seventh level of Juechen. They each had their own support. Some of them used magical secret techniques, and some of them blasted out powerful magic weapons at the level of spirit weapons. They all wanted to enter the Ziyang Sect to practice.

Jiang Xiaofan's expression became a little cold. On the top of the Shenjia Mountain Stream, he released his murderous intent for the first time. He stood there without moving. He didn't stick out his hand until one of them rushed over and slapped it out.

"puff……"

His big hand was dull and had no divine light, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of holy armor, which made the space twist. It was so powerful that it made people tremble. It blew away one of them, and the head was shattered directly, and blood mixed with the brain and overflowed, which was particularly disgusting.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

His voice was extremely cold, and a cold light appeared beside him. This was a dark ancient spear. It emitted an extremely powerful aura as soon as it appeared, turning into a stream of light and shooting straight forward.

"puff……"

"puff……"

"puff……"

His combat power is terrible now, and it seems that he is no longer at the same level as these people. The dark ancient spear blooms with its dazzling silver blossom, turning into a light sword, piercing through three people in a row, all of which penetrate through the middle of the eyebrows, killing with one blow.

His right leg, which was stepping on the ground, shook violently, and the land suddenly boiled and trembled violently. Hundreds of blue sword energy soared into the sky, and they were extremely sharp. They pierced several figures on the spot, and their bodies were covered with blood holes. They fell to the sky and died with their eyes closed.

In just a moment, more than a dozen people died, and they were vulnerable to Jiang Xiaofan, as weak as a local chicken and a dog. The cultivators on the opposite side were trembling with fear. Even Bing Xin next to her was a little surprised. She had thought that Jiang Xiaofan was very strong, but her combat power was far beyond her expectations.

"Everyone, don't disperse your strength and attack at the same time. I will send out ten more golden elixirs to repay you afterwards!"

Murong Ling shouted loudly. Seeing these people afraid, he became very anxious, because now, all his hopes for life have been concentrated in the hands of these cultivators.

"Yes, let's go together!"

"kill!"

Even though he had already seen Jiang Xiaofan's terrifying combat power, there were still some people who had not given up and rushed over with a loud roar. Not only could they enter the Ziyang Sect to practice, but they could also obtain ten golden elixirs. This temptation was too great.

"Man dies for money, birds die for food..."

Jiang Xiaofan shook his head, but his words were very cold. He raised his right hand, and Yinhua flashed, swung countless dazzling sword lights, covering the entire space. With a squeak, blood mist rushed up on the spot.

"ah!"

The feast of death is performed here, and Jiang Xiaofan no longer shows mercy. Since these people want to kill him, why should he be merciful to them? The world of cultivators is so cruel, not to mention that he has something he wants to protect. Excessive mercy is not kindness, but idiots.

The blood mist floated in front of his eyes. I don’t know how long it took, but the battle here stopped. The ground was almost dyed red with blood. There were corpses lying everywhere. More than a hundred powerful people in the Awakening Realm were alive at this moment, but they were unable to move. They fought with their legs and were very scared.

"Fellow Taoists, he has no more divine power, he will fall down soon. I will add ten more golden elixirs!"

Murong Ling shouted.

However, at this moment, no one dared to step forward. Looking at the blood all over the ground, these people felt their souls tremble. At this moment, in their eyes, the boy in black opposite was no longer a human being, but a god, the god of death who harvested life!

Jiang Xiaofan turned his head, looked over ruthlessly, and said, "Murong Ling, it's time for you to go to hell."

"You, don't kill..."

"puff……"

Murong Ling's body trembled, but before he could finish his words, a silver sword energy broke through the air, shot through his eyebrows with a puff, pierced through his head, blurring his vision, and ending his life.

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