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Chapter two hundred and fifty second invincible posture(2/2)

Prince Tianyin was silent.

The old man Wuyin did not speak out.

Everyone wants to see Ding Feng's strength.

Ding Feng smiled cruelly and punched him casually.

Bang……!

When the two fists collided, Lu Renjia showed an extremely frightened look. His fists turned into ashes, his arms exploded into blood mist, his shoulders broke into blood foam, and then his whole body turned into blood mist.

No gods were left behind.

With one punch, he killed a powerful man at the peak of the true god.

The old man had no seal, the prince of the sky seal, and many powerful men were all shocked.

"Who else wants to try it?"

Ding Feng said calmly.

"I'll do it!"

A man in white responded, and with a finger, he lowered 300 billion runes from the hall, forming destructive magical powers, instantly covering Ding Feng.

"Although the destruction formation has been cleared, the divine power blessed by the powerful man of the true god still exists for billions of years. Ximen Chuxue, how dare you, little humans, threaten us?"

The man in white shouted coldly, "Even if I die, how can my genius in the world of Divine Seal, be threatened!"

Rumble...!

The destruction storm only enveloped Ding Feng within a radius of fifty meters. The violent torrent made the powerful gods die and die. Then, after a moment, the torrent exploded and Ding Feng walked out of it.

"Is that kind of ability?"

Ding Feng did not hurt at all. He slapped the formation power outside the man in white and shattered him into flesh mud.

The power of the formation? Why is Ding Feng unprepared?

When he came here, he had already learned about it. With his strength to fight against the Daluo Jinxian, although it was a little troublesome, he could not do anything to him, let alone prepared for it!

"Is there any more!"

Ding Feng glanced around and said coldly.

"No more, absolutely nothing!"

The old man Wuyin's body trembled, and he let out a breath of turbid air. He quickly took out a storage bracelet and handed it to Ding Feng respectfully, and said with a wry smile: "This is all the wealth in the teleportation hall. In addition, I have 12 million points. Originally, originally...ah!"

A sigh, an indescribable sorrow.

Ding Feng's expression moved and asked, "So many points? Why not transfer it in advance?"

Wuyin shook his head, "It's not that he doesn't want to turn, but that he can't. The war broke out, and everything in the city could not be transferred through teleportation. Whether it is points or teleportation array, they can only be transferred to each other in the city, and they can't be transferred outside, even the holy city cannot. This is the restriction after the rules change!"

Ding Feng was shocked: This kind of rule, this kind of rule, encourages killing and plundering!

While shaking, he was also excited.

"I hope you can really take us out!"

The old man had no seal and seemed to have been aged for billions of years in an instant.

At this time, even Prince Tianyin was speechless.

The scene just now completely shocked him.

The guardian formation of the teleportation hall is so powerful that it is useless.

Nearly a hundred strong men transferred their points and spiritual treasures one after another. During this period, several of them were not willing to do so and did not give up all their wealth. They were immediately killed after being sensed by him.

"One hundred million points, it's okay!"

Ding Feng looked calm. No one who spent 60 billion points not long ago and had a spiritual treasure worth 160 billion, would not have much surprise. However, among the spiritual treasures, there were two low-grade innate spiritual treasures and several innate spiritual objects, which were far more realistic than the points.

"Open the formation and follow me!"

Ding Feng shook his sleeves and walked towards the gate of the hall.

The old man Wuyin nodded, gritted his teeth, withdrew from the formation, and followed Ding Feng out.

Outside, the powerful spirit-sucking tribe who was attacking the formation suddenly saw the magic circle disappear. When he was stunned, he saw Ximen Chuxue walking out, as well as Prince Tianyin and others.

"Hahaha! These turtle grandsons finally came out, kill, kill, kill them for me, and destroy the bronze seal city. This is the glory of our spirit-absorbing world and our glory!"

Lingxi laughed wildly, saw the bright future and the benefits of becoming famous in the world. With a long sword, the tentacle danced, the order of killing was issued.

Swish swish swish swish...!

One strong man rushed over, his magical powers flew over, covering the door of the teleportation hall.

The torrent of destruction fell on Ding Feng's head in an instant.

"What a spirit-absorbing clan!"

Ding Feng raised his head and punched it out. The absolute power formed a storm, destroying dozens of magical powers into nothingness.

"Sky Escape Sword Formation!"
Chapter completed!
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