After reminding him, many people remembered this, and immediately put their hearts back in their stomachs, and the expressions on their faces became much lighter. Many people turned their eyes on Lin Feng again, their eyes became very cold and sarcasm, almost as if a hunter was looking at the prey.

"We have a lot of people, and as long as we drag on, there will be more people. What are you afraid of?"

"Even if there is a handed down sage soldier in hand, he still can't help but die!"

"Is this the young Tianjiao in the line of Shentu? It looks unremarkable, which is really disappointing!"

People from all walks of life are discussing that they have already regained their composure and calmness.

But the next moment, everyone's discoloration changed.

"Om~"

The three-inch small tripod was thrown by Lin Feng, quickly zoomed in the void, and hit the purple scroll.

The purple-shirted youth sneered, not afraid, and squeezed the tactics with both hands one after another, urging the purple scroll to hunt, and took the initiative to move forward, as if to wrap the bronze gods.

He almost succeeded.

The purple scroll was very soft. After being hit by the bronze sacred cauldron, it did not shatter. Instead, it was entangled and completely wrapped, forming a round sphere.

"Haha, Lin Feng, if you only have this method, you should go to death with peace of mind. Don't fight back!" The purple shirt youth laughed up to the sky.

However, the next moment, his face suddenly changed, and the purple scroll swelled crazily, and finally became huge, hanging high in the sky, like a purple scorching sun.

There was a "tear" sound, like the sound of rags and leather being torn. It was very ear-piercing and made everyone's heart tremble.

Many places in the purple scroll were cracked, and a faint green light appeared. Compared with the coquettish and full-bodied purple awn, it is so insignificant. But it's as sharp as a steel long knife mixed into the soil!

The purple shirt youth gurgled in a cold sweat.

He watched, the purple picture scroll was getting bigger and bigger, and finally exploded suddenly. Pieces of purple flew in all directions like a horse, and a piece of near-sacred instrument was destroyed. He had no time to remind him. Move it back.

That ten-foot-long bronze **** cauldron appeared in the void, standing on top of the earth. The many inscriptions on the cauldron were delicate and vivid, and the ancient sacrificial singing seemed to sound in the air.

The calmness and calmness of everyone present disappeared cleanly, many people lost their color, and only a few remained calm, but their eyes and faces were full of dignity and seriousness.

"I said, you can't stop me!"

Lin Feng's indifferent voice sounded for the second time, and many people who were shocked looked back at him, and the cold sweat suddenly came down.

Because Lin Feng's footsteps have not stopped, even while consuming huge divine power to urge the sacred artifact, he still steps in the void. His footsteps seemed slow but fast, step by step, approaching their place.

Many people were frightened, no wonder he dared to speak wild words and didn't pay attention to the purple shirt youth from beginning to end.

"Go, let's do it together!"

"The urging of the sacred instrument is extremely exhausting, it is impossible for him to deal with so many of us at the same time!"

Someone is clamoring and agitating everyone, but he is backing fast.

The man in purple shirt stepped back immediately. He is just a practitioner of the Great Perfection of the Star Realm. He is not strong enough to dare to fight against Lin Feng.

"Tear!"

Like a divine sword breaking through the sky, like an emperor opening the sky, Lin Feng pointed out, and his thick fingers broke through the sky, like a mountain.

"Oh no!!!"

Liu Jiehao screamed sternly, even though he tried his best to resist, his whole body was radiant and a desperate eruption, but in the end he did not withstand it. He was pressed to the ground by that thick thunder finger, and he was stabbed to death.