680: C680 The Powerhouse Behind Resuscitation!

C680 The Powerhouse Behind Resuscitation!

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Fusu Rong, that's right, it was Fusu Rong. The black-robed Fusu Rong stood steadily within the barrier, but Lin Feng was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

"Tao technique? Do you think I don't have it?" The corner of Fusu Rong's mouth curled into a mocking smile. Looking at the deep pit beneath his feet, his eyes were filled with pity and arrogance. Then, he bent down and looked at Lin Feng who was kneeling in the deep pit. He was in an extremely sorry state, and even his breathing was extremely weak. He couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

"Do you think you are the only one who has a Dao technique? I don't? Lin Feng, aren't you being too arrogant?" Fusu Rong's face was filled with playfulness, then his eyes gradually turned purple, and his entire skin turned purple. After the blood around him dissipated, a deep purple aura spread out, which was less bloody than before, but more evil.

"Zi Xiao Dao Art? He, could it be? " Jiang Yitian and Jiang Yize's expressions changed almost at the same time. They looked at Fusu Rong in disbelief, only feeling a little shocked. How could the Purple Dodder Dao Art be in Fusu Rong's hands?

"Isn't that the Divine Sovereign Zidian's Tao technique? Could he be the Divine Sovereign Zidian's disciple? "The two of them were a little shocked. They did not dare to imagine that Fusu Rong would actually be the Divine Sovereign Zidian's disciple.

Who was the Divine Sovereign Zidian? That was an old monster on the same level as the old city lord. He had lived for more than a hundred thousand years and had almost no regrets in his cultivation. The only regret he had was that he had never had a son or descendant, and the old man had already clearly stated that he would be alone for the rest of his life, but now that Fusu Rong had used the Divine Sovereign Zidian's Tao technique, they knew that it was very likely that the Divine Sovereign Zidian had accepted Fusu Rong as his disciple.

"What to do?" The eyes of the two of them began to turn gloomy, and their tone became even more serious. Divine Sovereign Zidian was different from other High-Grade Divine Sovereigns. He was an old monster that existed side by side with their father, Divine Sovereign Lang Xie. The two of them did not know how to deal with his disciple.

Just as they were thinking about it, Lin Feng, who was in the deep pit, coughed out a few more mouthfuls of blood. The scene just now was not clearly seen by anyone outside, but as the two people fighting, he could see it clearly.

Just as he was about to injure Fusu Rong, a blurry large face suddenly burst out from his body. It was obvious that this large face was that of an old man. The old man only gave him a glance, but Lin Feng could already feel some kind of blood technique. All of it was pierced through by this gaze, and this deep pit was also pierced through by this pair of eyes, directly blasting him in.

Rather than saying that he lost to Fusu Rong, it would be more accurate to say that he lost to the old man behind Fusu Rong. It was obvious that this face was just a clone, but just this glance was enough to make Lin Feng feel the aura of death, which was enough to show how terrifying it was.

Lin Feng was even more glad that the old man clearly wanted to take his life, but at the critical moment, the Senior Zuti behind him let out a loud shout. Lin Feng did not clearly hear what the old man shouted, but it was obvious that the old man's huge face was a little fearful, and then it disappeared.

Divine Sovereign Zidian? Listening to the conversation between the two city lords, Lin Feng also knew that the face just now was the Divine Sovereign Zidian's clone, an old monster that had lived for more than a hundred thousand years. In other words, he was the same age as Senior Zuti.

Lin Feng lost? Not necessarily, but the scene that everyone saw was indeed that Lin Feng had lost the competition. There was no suspense as to who would win. At the very least, Fusu Rong was not injured in the slightest, while Lin Feng was blasted into the deep pit. Everyone could only think that this was caused by Fusu Rong's Purple Poison Tao, but no one would have thought that it was Divine Sovereign Zidian's doing.

Lin Feng did not want to explain anything and immediately jumped out of the deep pit. Looking at the countless gazes of pity and ridicule around him, Lin Feng turned around and looked at Jiang Xuan, whose eyes were filled with tears. This little guy was clearly disappointed that he had lost the match, but he was more worried about his own safety.

Lin Feng did not want to look at him, so he retracted his gaze and prepared to leave Lang Xie City. No matter how much the Qiyang Platform could help his Body of Chaos, Lin Feng was not willing to stay in Lang Xie City.

"Lin Feng, you can't leave."

Just as Lin Feng was about to leave, the voice of the old man came from the Sword of Zuti. His tone was filled with endless seriousness and worry. Lin Feng stopped and asked the Sound Transmitting: "Why?"

"No matter where you go, it's no use." There was a clear hint of gloom and complication in Zuti's voice.

"Divine Sovereign Zidian?" Lin Feng asked.

"Yes, Divine Sovereign Zidian. He is an existence on par with the Divine Sovereign Lang Xie, and is very terrifying. Even when I was at my peak, I had to give him some face. There are only three people who can make me give him some respect, and he is one of them."

When Zu Ti said this, his expression was very complicated. Lin Feng seemed to see the expression on Senior Zuti's face and couldn't help but fall into silence.

Lin Feng really wanted to ask this world what he had done to attract so many people to target him.

The three High-Grade Divine Sovereigns of the Lunbi Empire had their eyes on him. However, he did not know them and there was no conflict between them. However, they wanted to take his life. Of course, it was not because of Lunbi. Lunbi Ba might see him from Emperor Yu's memories, but he definitely did not have the ability to ask three High-Grade Divine Sovereigns to kill him.

Now the Divine Sovereign Zidian also wanted to kill him, for no other reason than that he had a good disciple, Fusu Rong.

Lin Feng could not help but have a whole new level of respect for Fusu Rong. In the past few months, he had actually changed to a different master. Furthermore, he was much stronger than Lei Gang. There was no way to compare them at all. One was only a Low-Grade Divine Sovereign, while the other was a High-Grade Divine Sovereign, the peak existence in Lang Xie City.

Fusu Rong stared at Lin Feng with ridicule and ridicule. This was the confidence in his heart, and also the reason why Lin Feng was unable to defeat him no matter what moves he used. He looked at Lin Feng, and his eyes revealed more and more ridicule.

If he really didn't have any confidence, how could he accept Lin Feng's challenge? How could he dare to fight with Lin Feng? It was because he had the support of an old man behind him, who treated him like a son.

It was too complicated. This battle involved too many complications that Jiang Yitian and Jiang Yize did not dare to easily make a conclusion.

"Lin Feng, you don't have to rely on your own strength in this world. Sometimes, having someone behind you is also a kind of strength. It's a pity that you don't have it."

"Haha, what else have you done in this world other than stirring up the San Kingdom? Do you really think you can win the final victory on your own? Impossible!"0

"I have master now, and he is my support. What do you have? Hmm?"

Fusu Rong stared at Lin Feng mockingly, his tone was filled with sarcasm. Fusu Rong, who had always looked down on Lin Feng, now looked down on him even more.

Lin Feng's expression was gloomy, and there was still killing intent hidden in the depths of his eyes, but Lin Feng himself knew very well that the strength of the old man behind Fusu Rong was terrifying, and he was unable to kill Fusu Rong at all. Otherwise, the Great Blood Technique just now would have been enough to heavily injure Fusu Rong, and then kill him to avenge the death of Old Man Phegda and so many other experts of the Ninth Heaven.

"Haha, you want to kill me? You want to avenge the people of the Continent of the Nine Clouds? Wake up, Lin Feng. From now on, you don't dare to touch me. In the future, the gap between you and me will only grow bigger and bigger. You will be left behind by me even more, haha.

Fusu Rong seemed to have found Lin Feng's dead meridians, and laughed out even more unscrupulously. He had the protection of the old Divine Sovereign Zidian behind him, so what was he afraid of?

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Fusu Rong, then slowly walked towards him. His face was filled with determination, and the killing intent on his body suddenly burst out, like a sharp sword, incomparably sharp.

"Even if the Divine Sovereign Zidian kills me today, I will still kill you to avenge the people of the Ninth Heaven. Fusu Rong, even if I die, I won't let you continue being so arrogant!"

Lin Feng let out a roar, and his eyes turned blood red. This time, it was not the Great Blood Technique, but Lin Feng who was completely enraged. Lin Feng's heart was already extremely unbalanced, but there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill Fusu Rong.

Lin Feng's body was already emitting the aura of death. No matter how great the consequences were, he would still kill Fusu Rong and not be able to change.

When Fusu Rong felt this ferocious aura, his expression changed drastically. He looked at the cold killing intent in Lin Feng's eyes without the slightest change in expression, and immediately became afraid.

"It seems that you are really prepared to court death." Fusu Rong's expression became sinister. He did not show his fear in his heart, and continued to act arrogantly. Then, he clenched the jade pendant in his hand and fiercely crushed it.

Lin Feng took a step forward and his Domineering Boxing burst out with a force of tens of millions of kilograms. Lin Feng no longer cared about the Divine Sovereign Zidian. As long as he could kill Fusu Rong, victory would be his.

Lin Feng's reason was swallowed up by the flames of revenge. Right now, Lin Feng only wanted revenge, nothing else.

He punched out with both of his fists, and the terrifying energy caused the entire Lang Xie Mountain to tremble. Lin Feng had already given up, so what was there to be afraid of? That was why he had used the terrifying Domineering Boxing once in his life.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He flew to the front of Fusu Rong's chest at an extremely fast speed. Without wasting any time, he punched out with both fists, creating a terrifying sound, but with a burst of purple light, Lin Feng was sent flying. All the bones in his body were broken, and he was sent flying before finally landing on the ground.

Lin Feng's gaze was malevolent and unwilling as he looked at the purple-robed old man who had suddenly appeared in front of Fusu Rong. This was a very old man. If one only looked at his appearance, one would only think that he was an old man who was approaching his twilight years.

However, this purple-robed old man was one of the two most powerful old men in Lang Xie City, Divine Sovereign Zidian.

Seeing that the Divine Sovereign Zidian's true body had arrived, Jiang Yitian and Jiang Yize quickly flew down from the mountain peak and ran in front of the old man.

"Greetings, Senior Zi Ying."

The two City Lords had no choice but to extend their fists and bow to the elder because he was an expert from the same generation as their father.

The elder waved his hand and said impatiently: "Stand up, I'm going to kill that brat today."

As he spoke, the old man in purple looked directly at Lin Feng, and with a shake of his robe, he flew straight towards Lin Feng.

The blurry figure flew over a few thousand meters. In less than half a breath's time, a purple-robed figure appeared in front of Lin Feng.

The old man didn't even bother to waste his breath on Lin Feng. He directly slapped out, causing the surrounding air to freeze in fear, not daring to move an inch. Only the purple-robed old man's terrifying palm struck out.

Lin Feng closed his eyes in despair, but he was unwilling in his heart.

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