Han Feng withdrew his right palm, gasped in big mouthfuls, and his right arm, which had returned to normal size, trembling violently, and countless bloodshots oozed out from the dragon scales of Han Feng.1(1)

Although Han Feng has been able to use the power of the Dragon God, his body is not as good as the real body of the Dragon God. The consequence of barely using the power of the Dragon God is that his right hand is severely damaged and he will not be able to use it in a short period of time.

If the blood of the God of Death and the blood of the God of Dragon had not been perfectly integrated and weakened this power, I am afraid that Han Feng's arm would have been burned to nothing left, just like Lucifer.

Taking a deep breath, Han Feng looked at his right arm with a wry smile. Although he knew that using the power of the Dragon God would have sequelae, he could not have thought that it was so serious that his entire right arm completely lost consciousness, and hung on his right half of his body as if he weighed a thousand pounds.

Only the ice touch in the palm of his palm constantly emitted a crystal clear light, which seemed very excited. Although the blood line in the ice touch dagger's body had not changed, when he penetrated Lucifer, Han Feng still felt a trace of essence and blood in Lucifer's body being sucked into the dagger's body by it.

Several gods forced back by Lucifer stared at Han Feng in shock. They never expected that he could kill Lucifer with his own strength. You should know that over the countless years, the Abyss Lord has only fallen by less than ten people, and each of them has been besieged to death.

It is known as the strongest group of abyss lords in history, the strongest Samael was crippled by the cold wind, and Lucifer was even killed on the spot. How come it is not surprising?

"Young Master, this is a medicine that can stimulate the potential of the human body. It can recover severe injuries in a short period of time. The consequence is that for a long time, the whole body will be weak all over. However, it will not cause too much damage to the body itself."

When the poisonous god saw Han Feng's right arm was severely injured, he immediately took out the banned medicine he prepared from his arms and handed it to Han Feng.

Han Feng nodded, but as a result, the poisonous god's forbidden medicine was about to swallow it in one bite, the blood vine suddenly rushed out of Han Feng's arms and stopped Han Feng's movements. It was like a spiritual snake and penetrated into Han Feng's unconscious right arm.

Suddenly, Hanfeng felt a pain in his right arm, and his whole right arm trembled even more violently, but a hint of joy appeared on Hanfeng's face. You know, his arm was completely unconscious before. Unexpectedly, the blood vine could even clear the tendons and veins in his arm.

Gradually, the cold wind felt a heat flowing from the right arm continuously into the cyclone. This heat was already like a gas, the power of the Dragon God. {http:

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However, the cyclone was filled with the power of the dragon god like liquid. With the ability of the cold wind, the power of these liquefied dragon gods could not control the power of the liquefied dragon gods. However, as the power of the qi transformed dragon gods was injected into the cyclone, the power of the dragon god liquefied in the cold wind cyclone also began to slowly move, slowly overflowing towards the gas.

But soon the cyclone of the cold wind was filled and could no longer accommodate the power of the dragon god that was qi-shaped.

Han Feng sighed, feeling helpless, after all, his talent was there. There were many things that could not be changed. Just as Han Feng was about to withdraw his perception, another pain in his right arm, and a bright red energy was injected into the cyclone of Han Feng, stirring together with the power of the qi-shaped dragon god.

The dragon god's power, which turned into a red spot, slowly began to move gradually, and poured into the empty magic space through the channel between the cyclone and the magic space.

With this mutated power of the Dragon God, the subsequent power of the Dragon God seemed to have found its direction, and the power of the Dragon God that could not be installed in the cyclone was squeezed into the magic space.

The power of the Dragon God who entered the magic space seemed to be affected by the blood crystal of the host Death God here. The originally thick power of the Dragon God suddenly became a little violent. It also brought a hint of murderous aura.

In the blink of an eye, the magic space was also filled with the power of the Dragon God. Feeling the energy filled in the body, Han Feng felt a feeling of not being able to vomit, and turned into a lilac energy sprayed out like flames from every pore of Han Feng.

The power of the purple mutant dragon god wrapped Han Feng's wounded right arm in it. Han Feng's right arm suddenly seemed to be put into flames and roasted. The whole right arm seemed to be melted iron, turning into a pool.

After a moment, the right arm that turned into molten iron solidified again.

Hanfeng's right arm after recasting did not look different from before, but Hanfeng clearly realized that his right arm now was different from other parts of his body.

Every cell is closely linked. The whole right arm becomes a three-dimensional magic circle diagram, and every cell is a magic node. Every meridian blood vessel is a magic line.

The cold wind's cells and flesh and blood were quickly melted by the mutated dragon god's power and turned into a half-energy existence.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and only his right arm had this change on his body. There is no doubt that this was because Han Feng used the power of the Dragon God through his right arm before.

At this moment, a light flashed in Han Feng's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the nearest Bezebub. He injected all the power of the dragon god into his left arm. He endured a more severe pain than before and grabbed the huge dragon claws at Bezebub.

Beizeb, who was fighting fiercely with the gods of hell, had an unexpected jump in his heart, and a breath that could threaten his life quickly approached from behind him.

Bethibu made a quick decision, a flame spurted out from behind him, and rushed out, avoiding the deadly blow of Han Feng.

Turning back with a gloomy face, Bezebu concentrated all the flames in his body to look good to the person who attacked him, but this time he turned around and saw the body of the body that fell to the ground with a blood hole in Belier's chest. Mammon was chopped down and his head was not recovered. What made him even more confused was that even Lucifer had disappeared.

"You killed Belier? Lucifer, you bastard! Where did you go at this time?!"

Although the seven lords were not very harmonious, they did not hate each other at least, and they had worked with each other for thousands of years. After all, they had a certain relationship. At this moment, when Bezebu saw that Belier was actually dead, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you, want to know the answer, go and ask them yourself!"

The cold wind's expression was full of excitement, and the dragon claw on his left arm grabbed Bethibu's head with his purple flame tail.

"You want to kill me? You're a little tender! Burning the sky flames!"

Bethibu's eyes turned cold. Although he felt a trace of danger from his left paw that was hit by the cold wind, he did not think that he would lose to him. Dozens of tentacles whip towards the left paw of the cold wind like fire whips.

The cold wind naturally did not dodge or avoid it and continued to face Bethibu's attack.

However, Beizeb snorted coldly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. You must know that just now, the God of Breaking the Dharma who could not dodge was thrust by his flame tentacles, and immediately vomited blood and retreated, losing his combat power. Even the God of Breaking the Dharma who specializes in controlling magic was placed under his hands. He did not believe that Han Feng's left arm would be stronger than the body of the gods.

But when the two were hit together, Beizeb's face became extremely ugly.

It was just a simple confrontation. All the tentacles he touched Han Feng's left arm were frozen into ice. Countless blood-colored energy spread like a glance of flames along his tentacles into his body.

He gritted his teeth and shook his tentacles. Bezebu opened his mouth and countless fireballs spewed out, hitting Han Feng's face. Han Feng subconsciously blocked his left arm and smashed all the fireballs.

Just by this, the cold wind's vision was blocked. When he returned to his sight, a big and shocking mouth covered the cold wind.

"A feast!"

Beizeb's mouth swallowed the cold wind into his stomach with a suction force. Countless green liquid with strong sour dripped along the corner of Beizeb's mouth on the floor tiles on the ground, making waves of sounds, and wisps of white smoke with a stinky smell filled the air.

"Himmer! I've swallowed it yet! You're just waiting for me to digest it! Then your ability is mine! Hahaha!"

Beizeb burped and returned to his original state. The fat on his belly kept rising and falling, and he laughed proudly.

"Save the young master!"

The God of Furious was shocked. Unexpectedly, the cold wind, which had just been powerful, was swallowed by the cold wind.

He knew very well the ability of the gluttonous lord. After Bezebu's digestion, Bezebu could gain his abilities. From a certain perspective, Bezebu has become another him.

The only way to rescue the cold wind is to digest it before Besieb digests it, once his stomach stops moving and he has finished digesting the cold wind, it will be too late.

Six gods rushed towards Bethibu at the same time, as if they were trying their best to save the cold wind.

"Just because you want to save him too? It's almost the same if you were a god of death!"

Beizeb stared at the six gods who were rushing towards him with disdain. When he talked about it, he glanced at the god of death who was still fighting fiercely with Pandora. You must know that Han Feng is the blood of the god of death. If the god of death knew that he had swallowed his son, he would probably not have a good life in his life.

However, there is an irreconcilable hatred between hell and the abyss. Even without such a thing, the god of death will not let him go. It would be better to swallow the cold wind and strengthen your strength, and maybe there is still room for self-protection.

Eighteen tentacles burning with flames waved out and thrust at Liu Shen. Liu Shen looked at each other. The god of chaos and slowness roared, and his body suddenly became larger, blocking all the tentacles. The two of them worked together to embrac the eighteen tentacles, completely ignoring the "hissing" sounds made by the flames and flesh.

The other four gods rushed from four directions with a firm face toward Beizeb whose tentacles were restrained.

"Hmph! Do you think I have only such a little ability? Let's die!"

Bethibu snorted coldly, the flame aura rushed out with him as the center, and countless short flesh thorns were hidden in the flames and shot out. (To be continued...)
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