Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

From receiving the seven-color light column above his head to continuously inputting the power of rules into his body, Feng Li has been in the process of gradually adapting.

This process is not too fast, nor too slow, but for Feng Li, this completely unfamiliar and novel experience made him feel a little dazzled at the beginning.

It found that it was indeed a bit of a waste to directly throw the infused power of rules at the opponent, so it immediately made adjustments. After all, it is also an extremely ancient beast tribe, and there is naturally more than one way to use power in the blood inheritance.

In the process of fighting, Feng Li was also constantly exploring, looking for the means to use the least power of rules and the strongest attack effect.

After repeated attempts, Feng Li finally found a suitable means of attack, and the ghost was gradually suppressed to the point of being completely passive.

At this point in the battle, Feng Li no longer needed to worry about defense issues, but only needed to continuously operate power and continue to attack the opponent.

However, the reversal of the situation made Feng Li unconsciously fall into a state of torturing the ghost and getting pleasure from it. Sometimes it was not intentional, Feng Li was just immersed in this state unintentionally.

It didn't take much time for Feng Li to suddenly react and realize that he couldn't continue to waste time with the other party. Torturing the other party was not the purpose of his battle, killing the other party was.

After realizing his most important purpose, Feng Li immediately began to think seriously about the problem he had to face at the moment, how to kill the ghost as soon as possible.

Since the blood shackles were opened, Feng Li not only took back his body and cultivation, but also his wisdom.

In the battle, after a slight change of mind, it had already made a decision, that is, in the battle, every time it launched an attack, it would retain a little bit of the power of rules.

Although this would slightly reduce Feng Li's combat power, it was still enough to suppress the ghost and prevent it from launching a counterattack. At least the situation was still under Zuo Feng's control.

The ghost was not a fool. It felt that Feng Li's combat power had decreased. After a little thought, it had roughly guessed what the other party wanted to do.

Although the ghost was in a bad situation, it did not think that it would be a bad thing to continue to consume like this. Although it was in a passive state of being beaten, it could see that Feng Li was using a lot of external forces. Once the external support was stopped, it would be able to turn the situation around immediately.

Although the light column had been injecting the power of rules into itself, the ghost believed that it would not continue like this. The energy in the light column would always be consumed.

The reason why the ghost dared to consume was mainly because it still had another trump card, but if it wanted to reveal this trump card, it had to pay a corresponding price, and that price was obviously not small for it.

Feng Li changed his strategy and retained a part of the power of rules in the attack. If it had chosen to do so from the beginning, it would not have attracted the attention of the ghost. It happened that at this time when they were fighting each other, the ghost had already had a relatively clear understanding of Feng Li's situation.

The ghost itself was not an indecisive person, but when he thought of the price he might have to pay, he seemed very cautious. However, Feng Li's actions made the ghost understand that his life was threatened, and made it understand that he could not wait any longer, otherwise he would only have one way to die.

When Feng Li spread his wings and performed a special dance, the ghost knew that the opponent was preparing a killing move, and the rule power that had been quietly accumulated before was to be released to him with this attack.

Because the ghost took over the body and obtained the body of the Phoenix Clan, there was a part of the inheritance that it could not obtain. Although the ghost could not use some inherited martial arts, it still had some understanding of some of the corresponding characteristics.

Feng Li spread his four wings, looking like he was about to fly, and like he was using his wings to attack invisible enemies. During this process, he could still launch attacks, but the frequency and strength were reduced.

If the ghost had no other trump cards, then this would definitely be the best opportunity for him to fight back desperately, or even the only opportunity.

However, the ghost had made a decision, so it was not in a hurry to attack at this time. It seemed that it had been attacked too severely before and needed to adjust and recover.

The originally fierce battlefield became harmonious for a moment at this moment. If the ghost took the opportunity to attack, Feng Li was ready to attack continuously to deal with it, but the ghost did not attack, so it was happy to concentrate on gathering the power of rules.

In less than two breaths, the space around Feng Li's body seemed to be distorted, and Feng Li's whole body seemed to be looming.

This is the state where it gathers its power to the final stage and can explode at any time. At this time, Feng Li does not need to rush to attack.

In sharp contrast, the ghost is not only unusually quiet, but also in a restrained state. This reaction is obviously a bit unusual, but no matter in Feng Li's eyes or Yin Wuliu's eyes, this is at most a dying struggle.

At a certain moment, around Feng Li's body, there was a sudden crisp "crackling" sound of shattering, and countless fine cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

As the space changed, it seemed as if an invisible string had been stretched to its limit and suddenly broke.

The next moment, countless thick cracks appeared around Feng Li's body, and then countless transparent fragments, which broke apart like that. In this space, the traces of such space fragmentation were already very shocking.

As the surrounding space broke apart, Feng Li's originally blurred figure finally reappeared. The colorful feathers on its body stood up, but the four wings had turned white. If you look closely, it seems that it is not white, but the wings are emitting light.

Feng Li exerted force on three legs at the same time, and then the huge figure turned into a residual image, and it came to the ghost in a flash.

Although Feng Li has shown such a terrifying power, it can't violate the rules and constraints of this world after all. No matter how amazing the speed is, it can't fly into the air.

But the speed it showed at this time is enough to shock people, because that speed has even exceeded the fastest attack before.

At this moment, Yin Wuliu was stiff all over. It was not that he did not want to do something, but his reason told him that he could not do anything now, and there was no point in doing anything.

Just like an ordinary person, facing a mountain pressing down, whether he was standing, lying, holding his head, or curled up, the final result would be the same.

Yin Wuliu, who was already in despair, did not notice the change in the ghost's eyes at this time. He just felt that there was no breath fluctuation on the other party. In Yin Wuliu's view, this guy was probably like himself, ready to lie down and die.

However, the next moment, his spirit trembled slightly, or to be more precise, his soul trembled slightly.

Even more strange was a sound that had never been heard before, which suddenly came from his soul. There was no sign of any mental fluctuation intrusion, and no mental transmission was felt, but the sound appeared in the soul so strangely.

Not in his brain, not in his spirit, but the sound suddenly sounded in his soul. It did not belong to any interrogation, and he could not understand what the sound was expressing at all. It sounded like a cow roar, and it seemed that there was also a deer cry in it. In short, it did not sound like a human voice.

Zuo Feng was stabilizing his spiritual energy, maintaining the connection between spaces, so that the power of rules could flow continuously into the seven-color light column.

At the same moment, he and Yin Wuliu had the same feeling, their souls trembled slightly, and such a strange sound resounded directly in their souls.

Feng Li, who was launching a full-strength attack, had the same feeling as Yin Wuliu and Zuo Feng, but the difference was that he could hear the sound in his soul, like the roar of a cow or the cry of a deer, and immediately understood the meaning.

"Soul... falls... into the nether..., soul... falls... into the nether..., soul... falls... into the nether......"

Feng Li almost instinctively heard the voice from the soul, what exactly did it mean, and then he realized that it was the language of the ghost clan.

At this time, Feng Li could no longer care why he could understand the language of the ghost clan, what he cared about was what "soul falls into the nether" was.

Because of the sound transmitted from the soul, Feng Li couldn't help looking at the ghost opposite even when he launched a full-strength attack.

Just saw the phoenix on the opposite platform, with countless black lines appearing in its eyes, as if black bloodshot was crawling all over its pupils. However, the number of black lines increased very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the eyeballs had completely turned black.

Except that the eyes turned into a strange black color, there seemed to be nothing special about them, but no fluctuations in the breath could be felt from their bodies.

‘No, this situation where the breath completely disappeared... No! ’

At this time, Feng Li had already felt something was wrong, but its attack had already erupted. At this time, let alone that it had no other means of response, even if it had, it would be too late to adjust.

Seeing that Feng Li had already arrived in front of the ghost, four wings flashing with a faint white light fell from four directions at the same time, like four white giant blades, slashing down at the ghost.

The next moment, in front of the ghost, a black vortex suddenly appeared, and a black hole appeared in the center of the vortex, and it was unknown where the black hole led to.

The white light on the surface of the falling wing quickly dimmed, as if the light on it was being quickly swallowed by the black hole.

Although the black hole and the vortex outside became unstable as the white light swallowed more and more, the white light on Feng Li's wings was almost gone.

Except for Youhun, everyone present, whether it was Feng Li, Zuo Feng or Yin Wuliu, found it hard to believe that such a terrifying attack was resolved silently.