Chapter 929 Two Great Spiritual Emperors

s of years ago, you wouldn't have seen a few cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage!Could it be that I, the Black Emperor, have just been born and am destined to die a tragic death..."Duang!!"Lin Feng pul..."Bright moon!"

A tear rolled down the ancient Buddha's eyes as he looked upon the monk's robes.

This is a swordsman from a bygone era. He was a peer of the hero, brimming with youthful vigor and confidence back then, looking down upon all others. Yet now, he appears so forlorn and melancholic.

His sword broke!

His life had also entered its countdown.

"The sword lives, the person lives; the sword dies, the person dies. This is the destiny of our Jianmen lineage."

The Moonlit Sword God weakly uttered such a sentence.

As soon as those words left his lips,

The last glimmer of divine power on the blade of destiny had also dissipated, completely deadened, just like an ordinary piece of scrap iron.

"Old friend"

The Sword God, Mingyue, stared blankly at the sword in his hand, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

The monk's robe was old, his eyes were filled with tears.

He didn't know why he was crying so heart-wrenchingly, perhaps it was because he was also going to die, or maybe it was out of sorrow for the fall of a generation of sword gods.

"Don't waste any more time, get those two on their way. There are others waiting for us to deal with!"

Shen Tian looked towards the four skeletal warriors in the distance,

One of the spectral warriors nodded and stepped forward, preparing to execute the robed ancient Buddha. As for the Moonlit Sword God, even if he didn't make a move, he wouldn't live for a few minutes.

"Tap tap tap~"

Just then,

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from the gray mist in the distance.

A tall, slender figure flickered in and out of view.

Who

Shen Tian's eyes turned cold, and he immediately demanded an answer.

The news of his identity being exposed absolutely cannot be spread right now.

The Four Great Ghost Generals, the Monk in Ancient Robes, and the Moonlit Sword God's eyes darkened as they too looked towards the gray mist.

Very soon.

The visitor's appearance appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Little Friend Lin!"

The ancient monk in his saffron robes was immediately startled and exclaimed.

The Moonlit Sword God's dark eyes glittered with a newfound spark.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing at all. It seemed as if he had been completely liberated. He slowly collapsed to the ground.

Until death.

He still held the broken sword tightly in his arms.

"Bright moon!"

The monk, with his ancient robes, saw the Moonlit Sword God die and his voice became hoarse.

Lin Feng looked at the corpse of the Moonlit Sword God, his eyes flickering.

And taking this opportunity,

However, Shen Tian appeared silently behind Lin Feng, intending to use the same method to ambush him.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng didn't even turn his head. He let the other party, whose hand was like a steel blade, reach towards his back. However, it only left a shallow scratch on his body.

"Bēi shān zōng guì rù shì rén zú jiān sè."

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Lin Feng turned his head and quietly looked at Shen Tian.

"You"

Shen Tian suddenly felt that something was terribly wrong, but at this moment there was no time to think too much. He immediately shouted:

"Let's work together, we must keep this kid here!"

"Whoosh~"

The Four Great Soul Reapers made no hesitation, each displaying their divine abilities, attacking Lin Feng. However, their attacks were easily blocked by Lin Feng.

Under absolute strength,

Quantity is utterly irrelevant!

"Boom!"

Lin Feng's palm strike sent the Four Great Spirit Warriors and Shen Tian flying backwards, their bodies staggering. The surrounding undead minions were swept away by the terrifying shockwaves that erupted from the attack.

"Such strength! This person is probably not much weaker than Emperor Huang Ling himself!"

The Four Great Death Generals looked horrified.

At first glance, they felt the overwhelming pressure from Lin Feng, as if facing an ocean of mountains.

"This darn thing!"

Shen Tian's expression became even more difficult to look at, his mind racing to come up with a countermeasure.

The answer is no!

Facing Lam Fung,

They were almost outmatched, fighting head-on meant certain death.

"Run!"

Shen Tian didn't hesitate, turning around and running directly. He absolutely couldn't lose his life here.

"Can you escape from me"

Lin Feng, with a huge hand that covered the sky, grasped Shen Tian who had escaped tens of thousands of meters in an instant, and gently squeezed it.

"Bang!"

Shen Tian's body was directly crushed, exploding into a cloud of blood mist. Even his soul was crushed under the terrifying energy, collapsing instantly!

This is Lin Feng's current strength!

A Class 2 powerhouse, just like that, effortlessly obliterated!

Seeing this scene,

The entire undead army was stunned, barely daring to move!

That's too strong!

That's really amazing!

The information is incorrect. How could such a terrifyingly strong human appear on this battlefield

Four ghastly spectral warriors.

"Whoever dares to escape without my permission shall face only one consequence: their soul will be scattered and their spirit extinguished."

Lin Feng said faintly,

Then he walked toward the ancient Buddha in monastic robes.

At this very moment,

The monk's plain robes hung loosely on his emaciated frame as he clutched the body of Jian Shen, the Sword God, in his arms. His expression was etched with sorrow and despair. Upon seeing Lin Feng approach, his voice cracked as he spoke:

"Lin Xiaoyou, the Moonlit Sword God may have had a grudge with you before, but this time, he lived up to his reputation as a member of the human race! He also kept his promise and died on this battlefield."

Lin Feng did not speak, but instead knelt down and examined the remains of Mingyue Jian Shen.

My heart shattered, its source extinguished. My very soul utterly dissipated.

"Still lives up to the title of Sword God."

Lin Feng gave an evaluation.

He felt no sadness at all over the moon's demise, only a tinge of regret.

"Back Mountain Sect is a traitor, we must hurry and send this message to the deepest part of the battlefield, or else Master Lingyun and the others might be in great danger!"

The ancient Buddhist monk suddenly spoke.

Lin Feng was about to speak when...

At that moment, a ghastly white hand shot out from the void and lunged toward the monk-robed ancient Buddha.

"Buzz"

The monk's ancient Buddha eyes contracted, and he immediately resisted, but he found that his entire Taoist fruit was suppressed by the overflowing power from the big hand!

"Three Tribulations!"

The monk's robes rustled as the ancient Buddha, startlesd, spoke.

"Humph!"

Lin Feng let out a cold snort and immediately made his move, stopping the giant hand.

But just as he was confronting the mysterious powerful being,

Behind him, another terrifying creature in black robes appeared. It directly twisted the head of the monk Gufo, tearing its soul into countless fragments.

This scene happened almost simultaneously.

Even Lin Feng, as strong as he was, couldn't react in time!

He can block an attack from a strong fighter, but he can also block the second one!

The next second.

"Whoosh"

The two mysterious powerhouses made their appearance in the arena.

The Four Great Spirit Generals, upon seeing the two of them, instantly became respectful, kneeling on one knee and saying:

Welcome, Your Majesties!

At the same time.

And the countless legions of undead also knelt down and roared:

"Welcome, Xuanling Emperor! Welcome, Huangling Emperor!"

Welcome the Xuanling Emperor, welcome the Huangling Emperor! down in this age of the end times."Lin Feng strolled among the stars.His icy eyes were fixed on the oppressive black clouds above.Next second"Boom"Remember for a second.Vast swathes of thunderclouds...