Yin Shaomou was so frightened that he trembled all over. He was about to say a few words when he heard the two green lights in the white-faced man's eyes suddenly shine brightly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Who is breaking into my mansion without permission?"

"Haha, a mere demonic junior who practices martial arts and Qi Qi actually dares to call himself Bone Master? It really makes people laugh." Zhan Feng's figure appeared at the entrance of the cave, looking at the white-faced man and sneered.

"You, who are you?" The white-faced man's green light became even brighter, and he shouted in a deep voice.

Yin Shaomou was shocked and was about to shout out, but Zhan Feng didn't say anything. He raised his right hand and a ray of white light shot out towards him.

A monk's sword control generally has several stages during the Qi refining period depending on the depth of the magic power. One is to stimulate the five elements of the sword itself and transform it into sword Qi, which is as vast as clouds and mist; it can be transformed after the middle stage of Qi training.

It is the sword radiance. The sword radiance is more solid than the sword qi, so you can fly with the sword. However, in the later stage of Qi training, the radiance will condense into a sword and the sword body will be covered with a layer of sword radiance.

The sword gang is ready and cannot be broken by anything. It can be said to be an extremely hard and sharp object in the world. When the tenth level of Qi training is reached, the sword gang will be retracted into the sword body, and the inscribed weapon can be turned into a magic weapon.

The sword is the king of weapons. It has been passed down in the Lingwu Continent for thousands of years. Only the sword can be transformed from an inscribed weapon into a magical weapon. Other inscribed weapons corresponding to the five elements of metal are also available in the hands of great masters with outstanding cultivation.

There is a slight chance that it can be turned into a magic weapon, but the other four attributes have no such effect.

Although this method is feasible, it is far slower than directly refining magic weapons in terms of time cycle. Therefore, few monks use it. However, Zhan Feng has excellent weapon refining skills, so he can refine this method in the middle stage of Qi training.

This method is combined with the weapon refining technique to refine a black ink sword that is similar to a magic weapon.

Although his cultivation has not yet reached the advanced stage of Qi training, once the Xuan Mo Sword was released, there was a faint sword blade of about half an inch attached to it, shining with a sharp cold light. It was frightening at first sight.

Not only that, when the sword light flew out of his hand, it turned into three, turning into three identical white sword lights, and shot toward Yin Shaomou's head.

This was exactly the illusion he obtained from the sword light differentiation of Taoist Ziyi Qizi Jiulian. Even Zou Huanjie couldn't distinguish this illusion when he saw it, let alone Yin Shaomou, an innate warrior.

Although Yin Shaomou has dominated the world for decades, he was only the king and hegemon in the ancient martial arts circle. When had he ever seen such immortal methods? What's more, he was already frightened and weak at this time. His mind was wandering, and he was like three ways.

Yuehua's sharp sword light frightened him, and he immediately panicked. In just that moment, the sword light on the left circled above his head, and Yin Shaomou died unexpectedly.

Originally, Yin Shaomou's reputation as a master of martial arts was not in vain. If he let go and challenged Zhan Feng, Zhan Feng would probably have to use all his skills to defeat him. It would be impossible to kill him. But he was timid and lost his mind.

, Xuanmo Sword is extremely fast, so it can be easily killed.

Yin Shaomou's body fell to the ground with a thud. Zhan Feng had already raised his Gansha Star Eyes and looked carefully. He saw a black mist rising from the body. It was Yin Shaomou's masterless figure.

Wrong soul.

Seeing a gust of breeze passing by, the wronged soul was about to drift away and disappear. Unexpectedly, the nearest stone suddenly emitted a weak yellow light, and this yellow light produced a huge suction force, tearing the wronged soul into the stone.

As soon as the wronged soul entered the pile of stones, it immediately floated towards the copper coffin. Upon seeing this, the white-faced man showed a hint of joy on his face, opened his mouth wide, and sucked the wronged soul into his body, and the green light in his eyes became even brighter.

Zhan Feng watched all this happening with an indifferent expression, then his eyes swept over the pair of boulders around the copper coffin, and he nodded secretly in his heart. This is indeed a formation that can not only isolate spiritual consciousness, but also collect and gather together for several miles.

The evil spirit of the underworld is obviously not low-level in terms of its effects.

He had previously detected with his spiritual sense outside the cave that Yin Shaomou was kneeling before a cloud of mist, and he had this suspicion in his mind. Therefore, he had to venture into the cave to have a look, but the white-faced man found the traces, so he had no choice but to show up first.

After killing Yin Shaomou, I had time to observe the formation carefully.

When his spiritual sense swept away, he found that there were more than a thousand stones in the cave, but at the moment when he had absorbed the soul of Yin Shaomou, there were a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one stones that gave off a faint yellow light. Zhan Feng made weapons, alchemy and talismans in his previous life.

Although they have made great achievements in all the weapons, they have very little experience with this formation. Even if they can see the number and distribution of the formation stones, the principle and operation of the formation are still unclear.

At this time, the white-faced man finally digested Yin Shaomou's wronged soul. A green light flashed in his eyes, and a black wooden block flew out from Yin Shaomou's body. It was immediately caught by the green light and flew into the formation.

Seeing this, Feng raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed it with his right hand, and the black piece of wood was sucked into his palm with great force.

After taking the wooden block, a burst of ice-cold aura immediately came out. This aura faintly exuded an extremely violent momentum, and it was about to penetrate into Zhan Feng's body along the palm of his hand. Zhan Feng snorted coldly, and the ninth generation demon flame burst out in the palm of his hand.

Turn around and immediately burn this breath away.

Several screams and screams were heard from the wooden block, and then everything stopped.

"Sure enough, it's a ghost from the Demon Sect!" Zhan Feng snorted coldly: "I'm afraid there are hundreds of innocent souls imprisoned in this Netherworld Wood of yours. It's really cruel and vicious."

The white-faced man gritted his steel teeth and roared in a low voice: "Who are you? You dare to rob me of my soul-drawing wood. Please hand it over as soon as you know how to do it."

"Oh? It turns out that the name of this thing is the soul-drawing wood. A piece of high-quality Nether Yi wood is actually used by you to refine an underground magic weapon of this level. What a waste of resources!" Zhan Feng put the soul-drawing wood into the holder.

Looking at it in the palm of my hand, I saw that black mist was flowing on it, and there were countless ghosts and ghosts looming, and it turned out to be a medium-grade magic weapon of excellent quality.

Netherworld Yimu is a world-famous top-quality wood. It is naturally capable of gathering and nourishing souls. It is most often used to refine magical weapons that nourish the soul. Of course, there are also ghost monks who have the courage to imprison souls. This soul-drawing tree is equivalent to a

A small world dedicated to ghosts.

This white-faced man is obviously a monk from the Ghost Demon Sect, and he uses the soul-drawing wood to provide soul-regenerating materials for his practice.

Ghost cultivators originally practiced by condensing and absorbing the Yin Qi of heaven and earth, but it is difficult to find high-quality Yin Qi of heaven and earth. Therefore, over tens of thousands of years, a special method of absorbing the souls of monsters and beasts and humans has been formed, and the quality of the souls

The better, the faster the practice and the stronger the magic power.

Zhan Feng naturally knew these things very well. As soon as his thoughts turned in his mind, he suddenly realized it. No wonder Yin Shaomou deliberately planned to gather those heaven-level ancient warriors in the hidden world together and annihilate them in one fell swoop. It seemed that he was planning to blow up Guanri.

After the stage, I will use this soul-raising and soul-seizing wood to collect the living souls of those masters.

Although Yin Shaomou is not a monk, the soul-nurturing and soul-seizing wood does not require magic power to be effective. It turns out that the mastermind behind everything is this white-faced man.

Seeing Zhan Feng's calm expression, he flipped his wrist and put the soul-nurturing wood into the spirit ring. The white-faced man was first angry, then surprised, and said in a voiceless voice: "You actually have a storage magic weapon?

!Which sect are you a disciple of? Please tell me quickly so as not to hurt your harmony."

Zhan Feng almost lost his voice when he heard this. How could this kid be so excited when he saw the spirit ring just like Jiulian? The difference was that Jiulian immediately grabbed it, and the kid in front of him actually wanted to sue for peace.

?

Zhan Feng's eyes flashed for a few times, and he smiled and said: "I am Jiulian from the Purple Clothes Sect, what do you call me?" Although this white-faced man is not high in cultivation, at most he is in the middle stage of Qi training like himself, but the other party has

It took a lot of effort to protect this large formation. The key was that Zhan Feng didn't want to destroy this large formation, so he started talking to the other party.

The white-faced man was stunned at first, then said with great joy: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Jiulian from the Ziyi Sect. I met Ziyi Xingjun decades ago. He turns out to be a member of my own family."

Bullshit, Zhan Feng sneered in his heart. Although this boy was so thin that there was only a layer of flesh left on his face, but his expression changed to cover it up, he was clearly lying. Zhan Feng didn't know what the other person wanted, so he laughed and said: "
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