Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Noisy!"

Another axe!
laugh!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the head of the Cult of Destruction who was hysterical and roaring and questioning Ling Feng just now was thrown high in the air.

And Kuisang's body, lying neatly together.

Two columns of blood bloomed briefly like thick scarlet fountains above the dim western suburbs sewage outlet, with the fishy smell of heat overwhelming the stench of sewage and exploding in everyone's nasal cavity in an instant.

After a brief silence, the believers of the Sect of Destruction suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Ba... Barton... is crazy... he he he..."

The members of the Battle Axe Adventure Group who were closest to Ling Feng almost dropped their jaws in shock.

The deputy captain who was surrounded and patted on the shoulders by them not long ago has now turned into a Shura in purgatory.

Longze Liyue frowned slightly, she didn't expect that Ling Feng would be so cruel and murderous.

She thought that Ling Feng had been getting along well with Kuisang from the Battle Axe Adventure Group these days, but she didn't expect that when he attacked, he killed them one by one without mercy.

Ling Feng ignored the other minions and a murderous aura surged around him, which immediately frightened the followers of the Sect of Destruction so much that their bodies shook like a sieve.

"Kill... Kill him! Kill this traitor! Kill!"

In the camp of the Cult of Destruction, another small leader finally let out a broken roar from his throat, his eyes red.

What responded to him was a faster and more deadly silver-gray light!
The heavy battle axe in Ling Feng's hand was as light as a feather at this moment, but it carried the sharpness that could tear apart the laws.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements. With just a turn of his wrist, the giant axe drew a simple, heart-pounding arc.

The silver axe blade flashed by.

puff! puff! puff! puff!
A series of muffled sounds sounded like ripe fruits bursting.

The leader who had shouted first, as well as the seven or eight believers beside him who had just pulled the trigger of their particle cannons or activated destructive energy, suddenly stiffened.

The next moment, their heads left their necks without any warning. The broken necks were as smooth as a mirror and the blood didn't even have time to gush out.

The headless corpse fell limp silently, as if all its bones and muscles had been pulled out.

Truly silent!
There were no screams, no roars, only dead silence and the blood that spread instantly.

"He's not Patton! Run! Run!"

Fear exploded like an icy plague among the remaining believers of the Cult of Destruction.

In an instant, these believers threw away their weapons and armor, and fled in all directions in terror like locusts, wanting to get as far away from the figure holding the axe as possible.

Ling Feng did not pursue and kill them. His goal was to incorporate all the power of the nine monarchs.

If all the believers below were killed, who would work for him?

The next moment, Ling Feng flashed by, pulled the resisting Longze Liyue, and jumped into the huge sewage outlet pipe.

Jiang Mengyue and those Nightmare Sect believers who fled in panic have hardly recovered yet.

Ling Feng's big hand had already gently pressed on Jiang Mengyue's shoulder, "It's me!"

Although Ling Feng had not removed his disguise and still had the appearance of Patton, Jiang Mengyue reacted immediately.

Her delicate body trembled, and she stared at Ling Feng with an expression of great excitement.

"Your Majesty!"

In an instant, other believers of the Sect of Destruction, regardless of the dirty and smelly sewage, bowed down to Ling Feng.

"No need to salute!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and with a flash of his figure, he chopped the twisted monsters formed by the evil curse power behind him into pieces with one axe, and then said in a cold voice: "Follow me!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Jiang Mengyue shouted loudly, and the third cult leader Luo Hou, as well as Yinshan and Acai woke up immediately. They quickly organized the remaining believers, followed Ling Feng's figure closely, went upstream, and killed their way back into the dream nest of the Nightmare Sect.

The foul-smelling sewage channel was as deep as the esophagus of a giant beast. The remaining aftermath of the Filthy Destruction Array was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly biting at the intruders with its cold and corrosive energy.

The walls of the passage were covered with dark green sticky venom that kept dripping, emitting a disgusting stench.

In front of us, the destructive light of dark purple mixed with pale green was twisting and surging like a living thing.

"Follow me!"

Ling Feng shouted softly, and a faint light flashed between his eyebrows. A thin but incredibly tough silver-gray halo suddenly spread out from him, instantly enveloping everyone behind him.

This layer of halo seemed to be a barrier that isolated everything. The surging destructive poison gas and the constantly splashing venom in the passage touched the surface of the halo and immediately melted like ice and snow, emitting a "sizzling" sound of white smoke and disappeared without a trace!

Enveloped in the halo, Jiang Mengyue and the others instantly felt that the deadly coldness and corrosive force that had been pressing on their souls like a substance disappeared without a trace, and the stinging pain from their bodies being corroded by the mucus also quickly eased.

They looked at Ling Feng's tall and straight back in front of them, with indescribable complex emotions surging in their eyes.

Now that the monarch has returned this time, perhaps he can really lead them to accomplish something that all the nightmare monarchs of past generations have never dared to hope for.

Ascend to the immortal throne of the nine great monarchs!
……

Deep in the tunnel, the roar of battle and the sound of energy explosions became clearer and clearer, and the violent destructive energy was like an out-of-control tide.

After turning a nearly vertical corner, the passage suddenly became wider, like the core of a huge underground cave!

The scene before my eyes was like a picture from hell.

The Dream Nest had almost turned into ruins at this moment, and the surrounding walls were full of terrible dents and charred black caused by the huge force.

Dozens of core believers of the Cult of Destruction formed a mysterious formation, constantly drawing the purple-black destructive energy, and like poisonous snakes, they besieged the two groups of light in the center that were resisting stubbornly.

The core of that light was none other than Herkiri, the first lord of the Nightmare Cult!

The luxurious purple robe he was wearing was torn in many places, oozing dark red blood, his face was as pale as paper, and every time he swung his scepter to block the destructive light spears and corrosive poisonous mist that were shooting from the sky, his body trembled violently, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The second cultist Phoenix beside him was even more miserable. There were two huge bloody holes on his chest. The power of the destructive false oracle was eroding his life source.

Around them, a large number of Nightmare Cult believers had already fallen, and most of their bodies were incomplete or corroded beyond recognition.

"Herkiri! Are you still going to resist? Surrendering to the glory of destruction is your last choice!"

A destroyer who was in charge of the core of the formation laughed wildly, and the destructive light spear in his hand surged again, stabbing fiercely at Herkiri's chest!
The other two light spears blocked all of Herkiri's escape routes from tricky angles!
There was a flash of despair in Herkiri's eyes, and the purple light on the scepter was about to go out.

Phoenix let out a shrill scream and tried to use his remaining body to block the fatal blow for the First Archangel.

After all, his chances of survival were almost gone, and today, he was probably doomed to die.

"Phoenix!"

Hergili roared hysterically. Although there were some open and covert struggles among the three great envoys, he finally realized it at the critical moment of life and death.

It was he who personally guided Phoenix into the Nightmare Sect.

He is Phoenix's teacher!
At this critical moment!
A ray of silver light tore through the darkness, like the first light in the beginning of chaos, and crossed the entire underground cave without any warning!

silent!

No breath! There was no earth-shattering roar, only destruction at the level of absolute law!
laugh--

The purple spear of light that condensed terrifying destructive power, along with the weapons in the hands of the three smugly grinning destruction cultists, and their right arms that maintained the formation, were instantly cut off by the silver axe light!
laugh!
Three broken arms and shattered weapon debris fell together, mixed with hot blood, and hit the dirty ground.

The wild laughter on the faces of the three priests froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable pain and horror!
"what!--"

The belated scream finally broke through his throat.

All the besieging believers of the Sect of Destruction were shocked by the sudden attack of the axe, and their offensive suddenly came to a halt!
"who?!!"

The leader with the broken arm covered the bleeding arm and looked towards the entrance of the passage in horror.

As the silver light dissipated, Ling Feng's figure was like a demon tearing through shadows, stepping into the devastated battlefield step by step.

The foul air, the surging destructive energy, and the splattered blood all seemed to automatically avoid him under the invisible barrier around him.

Behind him, Jiang Mengyue and others followed closely behind him like the most devout believers.

"You... Barton?"

The leading envoy showed an expression of great horror when he saw Ling Feng's face.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, "No, you are not Barton!"

Ling Feng smiled coldly, and swept his cold eyes over all the believers of destruction, as if he was looking down on insignificant ants.

"Go back and tell Charon that I, Chen Hu, am back!"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of majesty that penetrated the soul, and every word was engraved deep in the minds of those believers of the Sect of Destruction like a brand.

"You...you are that Chen Hu!"

The leading Archbishop of Destruction even had a trembling voice.

He couldn't understand why this Nightmare Lord had such a terrifying pressure that was comparable to that of the Lord of Destruction.

Obviously, he is only a second-level priest!
"I don't like people who talk too much. Get out now and you can save your life."

Ling Feng's voice contained no emotion and was breathtakingly calm.

The three emissaries looked at the frightening silver-gray glow on the blade of Lingfeng Axe in horror. A fear that came from the soul completely overwhelmed their fanaticism towards the Lord of Destruction.

"Retreat... retreat! Retreat quickly!!!"

The leading envoy roared hoarsely, enduring the severe pain of his broken arm, and was the first to take the lead in fleeing madly towards a gap in the passage that was blown up on the side.

The other believers of destruction felt as if they had been pardoned. They dared not stay and fled in a panic.

Almost in an instant, all the believers of the Sect of Destruction disappeared without a trace.

It's as if it has never been here.

thump!
At this moment, Hergili suddenly knelt on the ground with his knees, lowered his head so low that it almost touched the dirty ground, and used up all his remaining strength to shout hoarsely and fanatically, rumbling in the empty cave:
"Herkiri... Welcome back my Lord--!!!"

This earth-shattering cry was like lighting a fuse.

Inside the Dream Nest, those nightmare believers who survived the calamity had tears in their eyes, and the next moment, they all knelt at Ling Feng’s feet.

"Welcome back my Lord!!!"

Jiang Mengyue, Luo Hou, Yinshan, Acai...

All the followers of the Nightmare Sect bowed down and worshiped Ling Feng.

The believers were very excited.

"The Lord Monarch is back! My Nightmare Cult is saved!"

Only Phoenix was now pale and collapsed to the ground weakly, without even the strength to speak.

With a flash of his figure, Ling Feng appeared in front of Phoenix.

He raised his hand and gently pressed Phoenix's wound, saying calmly: "Don't worry, there is still hope!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Feng injected a pure breath of life into Phoenix's body, and at the same time activated the power of the nightmare priesthood to enhance his nightmare origin power.

At this moment, Ling Feng finally understood why Charon was able to enhance the destructive power of Goron and Barton through the so-called "blessing" of the monarch.

The power of these believers is like a mobile energy storage for him as a monarch.

He can increase the energy level of these believers according to his own will, and can also freely draw power from these believers.

However, increasing the energy level of believers will also consume some of the monarch's original power.

But one's own origin can be restored over time.

In other words, as long as there is enough time, he can even directly upgrade all believers to the level of a third-level priest (one level weaker than himself). Of course, to a certain extent, it is also limited by the talents of the believers themselves.

This is why in the heyday of the Street of Hesitation, in addition to the nine monarchs, there were also a large number of subordinate evil gods of the second-level priesthood who chose to rely on the three monarchs of Destruction, Shadow and Fear.

In essence, these subordinate evil gods are just believers of these three monarchs.

It is no wonder that Chuchu Street has grown so big and even become the leader of the Scarlet Age.

After all, among the various priesthoods that Ling Feng currently possesses, only the nightmare priesthood has such an effect.

Other clergymen do not seem to have this ability.

After a while, Phoenix's breath recovered and even improved a lot, and was not much inferior to the first envoy Herkiri.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Phoenix was so excited that he kowtowed to Ling Feng to express his gratitude.

"From now on, those who have made contributions will be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes will be punished."

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Everyone who resists the attack of the Destruction Sect this time will be rewarded!"

After saying this, Ling Feng's aura surged, and the power of the Nightmare Oracle dispersed.

The energy levels of all believers are directly increased by one level.

However, the loss to him was almost negligible.

After all, the nightmare priesthood is only the weakest kind of priesthood in his body.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The believers who received the blessing were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

Ling Feng waved his hand and said calmly: "It is not advisable to stay here for long!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slowly clenched his five fingers in the air.

Silently, a huge shadow of an ancient bronze bell flashed by!
The next moment, the entire space inside the cave suddenly shrank inward!
The entire dream nest was directly stored in the Donghuang Bell.

...(End of chapter)