The blood of gods only exists in legends.
Only by cultivating Qi and blood to the extreme can mortal blood be transformed into divine blood.
The boy in green shirt in front of him is only in his early twenties, but his energy and blood have reached such a shocking level. It is difficult to imagine what achievements such a person will achieve in the future.
Wu Fusang had to look at Yang Feng again.
"Wu Fusang, are you qualified now? Let her go and I will follow you."
Yang Feng knew clearly that he could not be Wu Fusang's opponent, but he could not let the other party take Rao Yixue away.
"God's blood?! The blood flowing in his body transcends the realm of mortals?"
"Incredible! How on earth did he do it?"
"As expected of the blood of the gods, even the true fire of the sun was extinguished by it."
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Many Taoist forces present stared at Yang Feng as if they were monsters.
"God's blood? So he can save Xiaoyi."
Li Hanxi, a gleam of light bloomed in her eyes.
Yang Feng's status in her heart rose instantly.
"May I have your name?"
Wu Fusang was suddenly very interested in Yang Feng. It had been a long time since there had been such an interesting person in the world of mortals.
His energy and blood are beyond the realm of mortals, and his cultivation realm has not fallen far behind. He is the second step to follow in the world of mortals, and he is also the owner of an unparalleled mortal body.
All these signs indicate that the young man in front of him has definitely extraordinary origins.
It's a pity that this is destined to disappoint Wu Fusang.
"Yang Feng."
A cold voice came from Yang Feng's mouth.
He always looked directly at Wu Fusang.
"Yang Feng? Very good, now you have two choices, surrender or die!"
In Wu Fusang's view, Yang Feng is a talent that can be cultivated secretly.
If the other party doesn't want to
If he wanted to surrender to her, she would never let Yang Feng grow up and become her enemy.
"Haha! Are you so proud? You can always make people surrender or die, so Yang will give you two choices, warm the bed or die!"
Yang Feng's words stirred up waves.
What did they hear? Yang Feng actually asked Wu Fusang to warm the bed.
As soon as these words came out, even Dongfang Yu's face twitched in the dark, he was so relieved!
Wu Fusang's chest was rising and falling with anger.
Finally, he held his stomach and giggled:
"You are really interesting. I can't remember how many years it has been since I heard such interesting words. Do you think you can compete with me with your half-hearted godly blood?"
Hearing this, Yang Feng did not speak. Although the divine blood was powerful, facing Wu Fusang who had cultivated the second ray of relegated immortal energy, the chance of winning was still slim.
"What a commendable young man for your courage! I really deserve you to recruit Wu Fusang as a bed-warming maid."
The voice of the blood spirit sounded in Yang Feng's sea of consciousness.
Wu Fusang's qualifications are definitely at the top of the pyramid in the world of mortals.
To accept such a person as a bed-warming maid sounds like a fantasy to outsiders.
"Did Mr. Yang deliberately anger Wu Fusang? But didn't he know that the true fire of the sun just now was not Wu Fusang's full strength?"
"Master Yang, what are you thinking about? Or does he really have a chance or a trump card to deal with Wu Fusang."
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Dugu Cang, Tang Xuan, and Qin Xianyin were always paying attention to Yang Feng, but they couldn't understand Yang Feng's actions. Or maybe Yang Feng was really just trying to get quick and push himself into a dead end.
Or rather, it was done on purpose.
Fandu and Jingyi's eyes were numb for a long time.
However, they have already guessed that Yang Feng's current cultivation level has definitely made a qualitative leap.
But can this speed of cultivation keep people alive?
Not to mention the physical strength, but now he actually created the blood of the gods.
Qi and blood have entered the level of gods. Once the physical body reaches the level of "holy", then Yang Feng can sweep away all enemies with his physical body alone.
What surprised them even more was Yang Feng's wild words.
Shuowu Fusang, one of the four immortal envoys under Gu Chenxiang, the lord of the world of mortals, works as a bed-warming maid. I wonder what kind of picture this will look like when it reaches Gu Chenxiang's ears.
"Wu Fusang, surrender to you? Don't think about it, so let's fight!"
In fact, the reason Yang Fengzhi dared to make a fight with Wu Fusang was not just for quick pleasure. Instead, he wanted to stimulate his potential and see if he could trigger the two vortexes in his body, one black and one white.
"Yang Feng, you are the first mortal who dares to say such things to me. Do you know what kind of road there is to go after the world of mortals?"
Wu Fusang, looking at Yang Feng with a serious face, felt a little helpless. She didn't understand, what else could Yang Feng rely on?
To say that the Demon God of Demon Sacrifice Peak has not broken the seal yet, to say the least, even if the seal is broken, it is impossible for him to be her opponent.
Only she herself understands the horror of cultivating two immortal auras.
"Cultivation of the immortal energy, taking the journey to immortality, and becoming an immortal in the world of mortals!"
These realms were instilled in him by Xue Linggang, according to Yang Feng's initial thoughts. As long as you cultivate to the third step of the world of mortals and transform into mortals, you can survive the calamity of the world of mortals.
Now it seems that this mortal immortal is really difficult to cultivate.
"Since you know it, you should also know the gap between you and me.
"
It can be seen that Wu Fusang really wants to conquer Yang Feng.
Otherwise, if it had been anyone else, Wu Fusang would have been slapped to death long ago, and there would be no need to waste words with others.
"I know, but so what?"
From Yang Feng's point of view, the battle between him and Wu Fusang is unavoidable. Since he can't escape, he will fight to the death. What's more, before that step, it is still unknown who will lose and who will win!
"But so what?"
Such a sentence is beyond foolishness in the eyes of many Taoist forces.
The gap between Yang Feng and Wu Fusang is like an unbridgeable gap.
One is a guest in the world of mortals, while the other can already be called a banished immortal.
Strictly speaking, he should be considered a half-immortal.
But as long as they cultivate the Immortal Qi, they are generally called Immortal Immortals.
He is no longer a mortal guest fighting for his way in the rolling world of mortals.
"Arrogant and ignorant!"
"There is a difference between immortals and mortals, so they should be taught what awe is."
"I just hope that his strength is worthy of his arrogance, otherwise it will just be grandstanding."
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Everyone, including Dongfang Yu, believed that there was no suspense in this battle.
Retrograde to defeat immortals? No one in the world of mortals has done it.
"Good, but so what? I just hope you can show me the strength to impress me."
This is Yang Feng's choice, and Wu Fusang will not hold back, because a proud man like Yang Feng is qualified to die in her hands.
Wu Fusang's two fuso trees were transformed into two short spears again, and his body changed.
The heat wave she waved made people's blood surge, and the ferocious power made people's scalp numb.
Yang Fengdong used his Heavenly Demon Overlord Body to sweep across with one shot, dissipating Wu Fusang's heat wave, but the power mixed with that heat wave
quantity.
After forcing Yang Feng back, the body of the Heavenly Demon Overlord gradually became illusory. Yang Feng knew that it was the relegated immortal energy cultivated by Wu Fusang.
"This is just the beginning!"
"The Heaven-Destroying Holy Technique!"
Following Wu Fusang's low shout, the two short spears were blessed with the Immortal Qi, and he swung out the two short spears, which could kill the heaven and kill the saint.
A powerful pressure fell from the sky, making everyone unable to lift their heads.
