1008: C1008 The Embryonic Form of a Divine Ability

C1008 The Embryonic Form of a Divine Ability

It was impossible for Zhao Feng to be invincible just because he had comprehended the sword intent.

Of course not, the crocodile spirit just happened to break this limit.

However, even though Zhao Feng's long sword was broken, it slowed the crocodile spirit's attack, and Zhao Feng avoided it.

"Hurry up and leave. Every one of you can escape."

In this situation, what they needed to do was not to defeat the crocodile spirit, but to follow the rules and leave the room.

If they all stayed here, no one would be able to survive.

Zhao Feng had to admit that his strength was beyond his imagination.

Even if he had comprehended the sword intent, he would not be able to withstand a single blow in front of an expert who had mastered the sword intent.

Upon hearing Zhao Feng's words, Bai Hui walked out of the courtyard. Hu Ling had not left yet.

She could not abandon Zhao Feng, not because she was unwilling, but because under the current circumstances, her life was in Zhao Feng's hands.

If Zhao Feng stayed here, where would she go? Could it be that she could walk out of the swamp with Gu Ya and the others?

Helpless, she could only turn around and attack the crocodile spirit. At the same time, two tails darted out from her back and flew towards Zhao Feng.

One of them blocked Zhao Feng's path while the other flew towards Zhao Feng's waist. Don't misunderstand, she wasn't going to attack Zhao Feng, but to drag him away from the crocodile spirit.

She had used a secret technique to temporarily transform into a three-tailed fox. This would deal a great amount of damage to her body, but there was nothing she could do about it. Who asked Zhao Feng to control her life?

Upon seeing this situation, a hint of surprise appeared in the crocodile demon's eyes. He had been born in the Great Thousand Secret Realm since he was young and had never been to the outside world.

In the Da Qian Swamp, there were few people who came. As such, there weren't many people that he had seen, and he didn't know much about many secret arts. People like Hu Huling who were well-versed in secret arts were the ones who countered him the most.

However, the difference in strength was obvious. Unless Hu Ling could transform into a nine-tailed celestial fox for a short period of time, there was no way she could compete with the crocodile spirit.

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up when he saw this scene. Familiar talismans were especially useful. Even if the crocodile spirit was exposed to tricks, it would be greatly affected.

Otherwise, with their group's strength, they would definitely not be able to hurt this crocodile spirit.

Hu Ling wanted to drag Zhao Feng to her side, but why would that crocodile spirit agree?

If Zhao Feng and the other two escaped in front of him, how would he, as the master of the Great Thousand Mystery Realm, have any face left? Even though he was the only intelligent being in the Dragon Death Swamp right now.

"The two of them have left. You two can stay here for me!"

The crocodile spirit roared, and the ground suddenly became soft. The originally hard ground had turned into a swamp of mud at some unknown time.

If it was just a swamp, Zhao Feng wouldn't be afraid. However, the swamp under his feet was still devouring his Vital Spirits. This was terrifying.

This reminded Zhao Feng of the strange fog in the Dragon Death Fog.

Could it be that the master of this Da Qian Swamp also had a similar ability? This was bad.

Without hesitation, Zhao Feng dashed towards Hu Ling's tail. This swamp was similar to the fog he had encountered before. He knew how uncomfortable it would be if a cultivator didn't have the Vital Spirit.

Even if he could rely on his sword intent to protect himself, Hu Ling wouldn't be able to do it.

Seeing this situation, the crocodile spirit coldly harrumphed. How could his place be so easy to get out? If it was purely absorbing Vital Spirits, there was no need for him to create this swamp.

"Today, I'll let you all witness the methods of the previous owner of the Da Qian Swamp. Descend for me!"

This technique had no name. Rather than saying that it was a technique, it was more accurate to say that it was a technique. The crocodile spirit had lived in the Great Thousand Marsh since it was young.1

It had long since become familiar with the characteristics of swamps. Over time, it had formed this spell.

Zhao Feng felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly sink. An inexplicable suction force came from it. It was fine that he had only absorbed the Vital Spirit just now, but this swamp did not have the powerful absorption speed of the Dragon Meteor Fog.

But looking at it now, the danger of this swamp was clearly far greater than the Dragon Meteor Fog. No matter what, the Dragon Meteorite Swamp also had such a large territory, and it had still persisted for so many years.

It was normal for its power to be weakened.

But this swamp was different. This was the full force attack of an aperture stage powerhouse. Faintly, there was already the embryonic form of a divine ability.

In the blink of an eye, the area below Zhao Feng's knees had sunk into the swamp.

Gu Ya was not in a good position either. In the eyes of the crocodile spirit, she and Zhao Feng were just like ants. She was also a slightly stronger ant.

If she could break through to the half-step aperture realm, she might be able to let the crocodile spirit take a look at her. The current her didn't even have the qualifications to do so.

Hu Ling could not care less about pulling Zhao Feng over. She could not even protect herself now. With a turn of her tail, she flew to a big tree not far away, hoping to pull herself out.

However, with a loud bang, the big tree was pulled into pieces. It didn't change Hu Ling's situation at all.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng sighed in his heart. He could not count on Hu Ling anymore.

Immediately, he took out a talisman from his storage ring. Not far away, Hu Ling turned into a ray of light and entered the talisman in his hand.

Although Zhao Feng didn't believe in fate, it was still related to White Flower's prophecy. It was better for him to take it seriously.

He was also afraid that something would happen to Hu Ling.

Seeing this situation, "You took her back just like that, and you want to face me on your own? "A puny late stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with injuries. Aren't you being too arrogant?"

In his opinion, Zhao Feng had completely given up on struggling. Even if Hu Ling was in front of him, she would not be able to do it. Her appearance in the outside world would more or less cause him some trouble.

But now, there was only Zhao Feng. He probably didn't even have the right to hurt him.

Zhao Feng didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and took out an ordinary long sword from his ring of holding. He held it in his hand.

In the sky, thunder rumbled. The blood red thunder seemed to pierce through the heaven and earth.

Zhao Feng felt a little helpless. The weapon he had obtained was too bad. This was the only thing that could be used in the storage ring. It could be said that even if he only had one magic weapon, the situation was still better than what he had now.

However, there was nothing he could do. There were other weapons in his storage ring, but with those things, he could not use sword intent at all. In this situation, he could only use ordinary swords to deal with them.

pqdm.com