Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

In an instant, twelve gray-robed men rushed over at the same time, with octopus-like tentacles shooting out from under their robes.

Ling Feng instantly activated the golden holy robe, and golden light covered his entire body. A golden mask automatically covered his face.

There was a flash of fire, and the Ten Directions Annihilation condensed in his palm. The next moment, he used the "Li Huo Liao Tian" skill, and the three enemies in the front were cut in half. However, there was no bleeding from the wounds. Instead, black mist spurted out and they quickly reorganized.

"Physical attacks are ineffective?"

Ling Feng frowned and immediately changed tactics.

Shifang Jumie transformed into a demon sword, and the sword body was entangled with the divine power of Donghuang Bell.

"Kill him! Drain his dreams!"

The believers screamed and their tentacles stabbed at them like a rainstorm.

The magic sword in Ling Feng's hand danced wildly, and the underworld sword energy cut off the tentacles one after another.

However, there were too many tentacles in the sky. One tentacle broke through his defense and pierced his eyes.

At the critical moment, Zi Ling's figure flashed, and her right hand turned into a sharp long sword. With a sweep of the blade, she directly annihilated the tentacles that suddenly attacked Ling Feng.

"Master, they are not entities!"

Zi Ling reminded, "It's a dream projection!"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, and the yin-yang fish floated in his eyes. The moment the Emperor's Eye opened, he immediately realized.

No wonder physical attacks are ineffective!

Under the powerful power of the Son of Heaven's Eye, the eyes glowed with golden light. As expected, the gray-robed man in the field of vision turned into a translucent shadow, with only a little core light on his chest.

"Is that their dream core?"

Ling Feng's sword suddenly changed direction and chopped towards the light spots accurately.

"Underworld Crescent Moon Slash!"

The blade swept across, tearing open the cracks in the underworld. The terrifying power of the underworld directly tore apart the dream cores of those believers. Immediately afterwards, one after another, the believers of the Nightmare Evil God let out inhuman screams, and then turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

In just three minutes, only the last seven or eight gray-robed men were left in the hall.

Among them were the three great religious envoys.

The first envoy: Hergili.

The second envoy: Phoenix.

The third messenger: Rahu.

Compared with other ordinary believers, their dream cores are much larger, and the dream energy can even distort time and space, making it impossible for Ling Feng's sword light to lock on.

After losing dozens of believers, these emissaries remained extremely calm.

Even the first cultist Hergili just waved his hand lightly, and under the shadows, gray-robed men in cloaks stood up again.

Under the hood, there were flickering will-o'-the-wisp flames.

Immediately afterwards, those believers who had "stood up" again formed a special formation around Ling Feng.

This is obviously a technique similar to a formation.

They gathered together, and the next moment, the ground beneath their feet was covered by a huge hexagram formation.

Immediately afterwards, the tentacles entangled into a huge whip, twisting and lashing towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng dodged with a backflip and suddenly felt a sharp pain when he landed.

His calf had been scratched at some point, and the wound was a strange purple color.

"poison?"

Ling Feng knelt on one knee, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

No, with his physique, he has long been immune to all poisons. What's more, his body is covered with the shining golden holy robe. The poison cannot penetrate the holy robe and invade his body.

"Owner!"

Zi Ling quickly flew to Ling Feng's side and gently pressed her palm on Ling Feng's wound, but found that even with her strength, she was unable to remove the purple energy.

"This is not a toxin, but a dream erosion."

The First Emissary Hergili laughed sinisterly, "You are just a mortal, yet you emit such a strong dream fragrance. You alone are worth 110,000 sacrifices! It's hard for you to fall into the trap! You are lucky. You will soon become a part of the monarch, in the eternal nightmare... hehehe..."

But the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

Hergili and other emissaries looked at the person in front of them in disbelief.

The dream-eroding energy that was originally flowing in Ling Feng's body, the next moment, all gathered towards the nightmare priesthood sealed in his body.

Ling Feng, who had been frowning, not only felt all the pain disappear, but his broken nightmare priesthood actually showed some signs of recovery.

OMG!

This was originally something that only the Glory of God could do, and after absorbing this dream erosion energy, his divine duties were actually being repaired!

Ling Feng was overjoyed. By accident, he seemed to have regained some of his divine power.

"This...how is this possible!"

The third sect leader, Luo Hou, had his eyes wide open as he controlled the dream tentacles and swept towards Ling Feng.

Zi Ling's figure flashed, her hands turned into long swords and she was about to fight, but was stopped by Ling Feng.

"No need!"

Ling Feng waved his hand, and Zi Ling immediately flew and landed behind Ling Feng.

Although she was puzzled, Zi Ling would never question Ling Feng's orders.

Whoosh whoosh!

The next moment, the tip of the tentacle split into eight pieces and penetrated directly through Ling Feng's limbs and body.

The overbearing dream-eroding energy madly poured into Ling Feng's limbs and bones.

It stands to reason that just a trace of dream-eroding power is enough to make a psychic-level alien indulge in dreams and sleep forever.

The dream-eroding energy infused into Ling Feng's body is almost a thousand times, ten thousand times.

However, not only was he not sleepy at all, on the contrary, he became more energetic the more he inhaled, and the cracks in his nightmare priesthood were actually repaired by nearly 10%!

This is really a pleasant surprise!

The next moment, the "brain" in the center of the entire "hall" suddenly twitched violently, and all the pipes connected to the human body turned towards Ling Feng.

As if being summoned, all the milky white light stored in the brain was injected into Ling Feng.

The beating brain shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the aura of Ling Feng became more and more terrifying, and more and more...

familiar!

Yes, to those followers of the Nightmare Evil God, the aura emanating from Ling Feng is the aura of the Nightmare Priesthood that can only be emitted by the Nightmare Evil God himself!

"This...this is impossible!"

Luo Hou stepped back in horror. What was happening before his eyes was beyond his understanding.

"Only...only the monarch can absorb the Dream Erosion! Unless..."

The first envoy Herkiri suddenly knelt down with his forehead pressed against the ground, "Welcome to the Nightmare Lord!"

"Welcome the monarch!!"

Soon after, other emissaries and believers also knelt down, trembling and shouting, "Please forgive our servants for their ignorance!"

Have I become the Nightmare Monarch?

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, but reacted quickly.

He had indeed absorbed the nightmare priesthood, and in a sense, he was already the nightmare evil god.

Although his priesthood came from the time and space ten years later, it was indeed the priesthood of nightmare. However, he absorbed the "sacrifice" prepared by the followers of the Nightmare Evil God for their king in advance, so the Nightmare Evil God naturally could not be revived ten years ago.

Ten years later in time and space, he prevented the Nightmare Evil God from descending using Xizi's body as a vessel.

And in the time and space ten years ago, he directly sucked dry the sacrifices prepared for him by his believers in order to repair the Nightmare Priesthood.

It seems that I am really the nemesis of the Nightmare Evil God!

However, seeing those believers kneeling on the ground, trembling, and not even looking at him, he was afraid of offending the monarch.

A bold idea suddenly formed in Ling Feng's mind.

Since his nightmare priesthood is genuine, how can he not be the nightmare monarch?

It just so happens that by using the identity of this monarch, perhaps I can find out some things!

"A bunch of idiots!"

Ling Feng deliberately lowered his voice, and his words instantly echoed, "Is this how you welcome me?"

The group of believers trembled even more: "Please forgive us, my Lord! We didn't know you would come here in person as an incarnation... We are guilty of the crime of death!"

"You all deserve to die! Considering that you have done your job diligently..."

Ling Feng smiled coldly, and then asked tentatively: "How are the preparations for the coming of the bloody red going?"

“Everything went according to plan!”

Herkiri replied hastily, "I have already reached an agreement with that idiot Bei Mingwu in secret. He will soon send the last two batches of deities. Together with the ones we captured ourselves, it will be enough to open the Abyss of Hesitation before the Scarlet Day arrives. By then, the monarch can send down his divine avatar and go to the Fallen Prison in person to reclaim the divine duties of the first generation of gods in the Scarlet Age of Hesitation Street!"

Luo Hou also stepped forward and flattered him, saying: "When the gods of the Scarlet Age revive, I will hesitate and dominate the world again! Then the monarch can rule the world again!"

Ling Feng's heart was shocked.

What a huge amount of information!

Scarlet Age?

The first generation of gods who hesitated on the street?

Falling into hell?

It seems that the power behind Chuchu Street is more powerful and complicated than he imagined.

What Ling Feng didn't expect was that the Beiming Military Academy was behind this matter.

Ling Feng had heard of Bei Ming Wu from Long Ze Liyue.

This person is the Beiming Military God of the Beiming Military Academy.

As one of the three major forces of the Arbitration Council, the Beiming Army actually colluded secretly with the believers of the old evil gods such as Chuanchun Street.

It seems that this Herkiri must have promised Bei Mingwu that he could grant him the priesthood of a certain old evil god.

Although this person is ranked as the head of Beiming Military Academy and has great power, he is known as the number one person under the priesthood.

But without the priesthood, one can never enter the priesthood.

This is the inner demon that Bei Mingwu will never be able to overcome.

That's why he would trade with the remnants of these evil gods.

However, since this person was able to become the head of Beiming Military Academy, it may not be that simple.

As for the Fallen Prison...

Ling Feng was even more secretly surprised.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Before, he had spent a lot of effort to find clues about the Divine Glory in the knowledge base stolen from the library of the Judgment Academy.

And in the end, all the clues point to one place - Fallen Prison!

That is a place more dangerous than the Abyss, Prison.

And this place is related to Chuchu Street.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng asked in a deep voice, "How are the other followers of the evil... monarch preparing?"

"Each tribe has always acted independently, but they should all be preparing. Before the Scarlet Day arrives, they should not give up this opportunity to enter the Fallen Prison. After all, if they miss this opportunity, they may have to wait for several centuries."

really!

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. In addition to the followers of the Nightmare Evil God, the followers of other evil gods in Hesitation Street were also making preparations in secret.

It seems that if he wants to seize the glory of God, he will have to go through the followers of the old evil gods in Chunchong Street.

However, if he could enter the Falling Hell as the incarnation of the Nightmare Lord, he would have a slight advantage.

After a moment's silence, Ling Feng slowly said, "I have successfully arrived ahead of schedule. You can stop collecting sacrifices."

"Yes!"

Those believers prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to breathe, let alone doubt the identity of Ling Feng, the Nightmare Lord.

Ling Feng strode towards the completely shriveled "head", which had completely stopped beating.

Ling Feng could sense that the last trace of connection between it and the Nightmare Evil God of this time and space had been completely severed.

The powerful dream-eroding energy contained in it has been wasted on oneself.

However, just in case, Ling Feng raised his hand and put the huge head directly into the Donghuang Bell.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he released the restraints of those imprisoned souls.

Those souls immediately scattered and returned to their bodies.

Although a lot of their spiritual essence was sucked away, they managed to save their lives.

As for Link, he was lucky. After his soul returned to his body, he would probably recover from his serious illness.

After doing all this, Ling Feng turned around and walked in front of the believers.

"How long will it take for the Falling Prison to open?" Ling Feng asked in a deep voice.

"About two months," Herkyrie replied in a trembling voice.

"Two months?"

Ling Feng's eyes focused, it was just enough for Xiaofeng Adventure Group to be promoted to S-level.

The next step is for him to enter the abyss zone as a member of the adventure group, and then he will probably have to part ways with his companions such as Rant and Night Owl.

"Just stay here, don't act rashly, and wait for my news!"

Ling Feng pondered for a moment, "Also, if there are any unusual movements in the Beiming Military Academy or other monarchs, notify me immediately."

As he spoke, Ling Feng turned around and looked at Zi Ling. Zi Ling understood, and a shadow beetle emerged from the shadow under her feet and directly attached itself to Helgili's body.

"If you have any news, just pass it to the beetle and I will receive it automatically!" Zi Ling stared at the believers and said coldly.

"Yes!"

All the believers nodded repeatedly, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"very good."

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left with Zi Ling.

With the shadow beetle monitoring these guys, and with the orders from the Nightmare Lord, I don't think they would dare to act recklessly.

Only after Ling Feng's breath completely disappeared did the believers breathe a sigh of relief.

The third envoy Luo Hou looked at the direction where Ling Feng disappeared with some surprise, and asked in a low voice: "Herkiri, do you feel that the monarch seems a little different?"

"Whatever the differences, the monarch's status is unquestionable."

Herkiri said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, he is not the Nightmare Lord he once was, but as long as the Nightmare Priesthood is in his body, he is the Nightmare Lord! Our power comes from the Nightmare Priesthood, and we cannot disobey his orders!"

It turned out that these teachers had already seen some clues, which was why they answered Ling Feng's questions in such detail.

However, they were controlled by the Nightmare Clergy, so even though they knew that there was something wrong with Ling Feng, they could only obey his orders.

In other words, Ling Feng at this moment is the real Nightmare Monarch. (End of this chapter)