This is an attack slashed by the seventh-level martial god emperor.

But when this sword light fell on Zhao Feng's shocking defense level 128, it instantly fluctuated hundreds of times, and then turned into nothingness.

Among the people present, there were several who were earth-based, but at most they realized the great shock, and the highest one only realized the thirty-two major shocks, which was too much behind Zhao Feng.

"So strong. If I understand the 256th level of great shock, will I not be able to beat me even at the Eighth-level Martial God Emperor City?"

Zhao Feng suddenly felt the shocking power.

But at this time, I still don’t think about so much, collecting spoils is important.

The battle of nearly 150 people was very fierce, and fifty people fell in less than three seconds. However, most of them were members of the Holy Soul Sect.

At the same time, the three eighth-level martial god emperors of the Holy Soul Sect were also defeated by the four Yuan generals.

"Don't be in a fight, go in!"

The old man in gray shouted.

The others did not dare to fight again, and directly joined forces to break through the defense and rushed towards Qinglong Mountain.

At the same time, the three eighth-level martial god emperors also retreated while approaching Qinglong Mountain.

If we talk about the number of people killed, Zhao Feng killed the most and gained the most among the people present.

"Ding! Congratulations on breaking through the realm! Currently, he is the sixth-level martial god emperor!"

When the system prompted the sound, Zhao Feng's eyes also flashed.

The Holy Soul Sect has three eighth-level martial god emperors, but there are four Yuan generals here, so one person is missing.

However, there is such a big noise here. If a great Yuan Marshal comes, then they all have to stop.

"No matter what, let's go to Qinglong Mountain first!"

Zhao Feng was not planning to trouble the fourth eighth-level martial god emperor, but directly used the land to flee into the ground and quickly rushed towards Qinglong Mountain.

The three eighth-level martial god emperors of the Holy Soul Sect shouted and rushed in.

As for those great-named army captains and generals, they could only give up the pursuit.

Qinglong Mountain is filled with white mist, and even the ninth-level martial god emperor may get lost when he enters.

"What is the danger in Qinglong Mountain? Thousands of people have entered, and now there are only more than ten people coming out? And all of them are leaving quickly."

These masters of the Great Master Army couldn't figure it out, and then they began to clean up the corpses.

At this time, Zhao Feng had already entered the Baiyun Mountains, but he was hiding underground and was liquidating the spoils.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, there are more than fifty holy soul lanterns, and you've made a lot of money this time!"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but smile.

He estimated that these more than fifty holy soul lanterns could create at least ten sixth-level martial god emperors and dozens of fourth- and fifth-level emperors.

Not only that, he also has hundreds of empty holy soul lanterns on his body, which can also store a lot.

He put away these things first, then cheered up and returned to the land.

"Qinglong Mountain, I don't know what dangers are. Let's take a look first!"

Zhao Feng began to move forward, taking every step forward, and was very careful.

He couldn't run in this crisis-ridden place. He walked for about five minutes, but found nothing.

At this moment, his brow suddenly frowned and then quickly retreated.

"Ding! You're immune to this toxin!"

"This white mist is poisonous!"

Zhao Feng was shocked. Fortunately, he had an immortal battle body, otherwise he would have been hit. If it weren't for the prompt sound, he wouldn't have seen anything strange here.

However, the next moment, his steps paused again, and he couldn't help but hold the Wuji Sword in his hand tightly because he heard a flute sound.

Although the sound of this flute sounded very pleasant, Zhao Feng felt very strange.

After all, this is the Qinglong Mountains.

"The poison just now was a mental toxin, which would weaken the mental power and the will of the emperor, and then it would be easily controlled by others!"

Zhao Feng glanced at the toxin report listed in the Furious Martial Soul System. He estimated that if he had just been hit by the toxin, he might have gone with the sound of the flute.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng felt that this Qinglong Mountain was probably not what he imagined. There might be a huge conspiracy here.

At this time, Zhao Feng suddenly someone approached, and he hurriedly looked in this direction with caution.

Soon, this person came into his eyes.

This is a young man, and Zhao Feng has also seen this young man. He is one of the dozens of Holy Souls sects at that time.

At this time, the young man's eyes were closed and he walked slowly along the sound of the flute.

After seeing this scene, Zhao Feng was sure that his own guess was not wrong.

"Sure enough, someone used this poison and the sound of the flute people to go over!"

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows, quickly flew over, and took off the young man's ingot.

"Go and have a look, or..."

He poured the things from the object-taking ring into his exchange space and was thinking.

Finally, he decided to follow the young man and go over and take a look.

The young man was already confused at this time. When Zhao Feng picked him and took the object ring, he did not move at all, as if he was sleeping.

Zhao Feng followed him and slowly approached the sound of the flute.

On the way, he also saw another person who was confused by the sound of the flute, but this time, he turned out to be a captain wearing the armor of the Great Gun Army.

Zhao Feng naturally would not let him go and just accept him.

The sound of the flute is getting closer and closer.

And Zhao Feng is also becoming more and more careful.

Although he could not see people in the fog, he could feel a powerful aura ahead, at least the eighth-level martial god emperor!

"Is this eighth-level martial god emperor who is causing trouble?"

Zhao Feng thought about it and felt something was wrong. After all, there seemed to be a ninth-level martial god emperor who entered Qinglong Mountain.

He quickly fled into the ground and continued to get closer.

At this time, a young man in white was sitting on a large stone holding a green flute.

The sound of the flute was melodious and pleasant, but it became a little noisy when it fell into Zhao Feng's ears.

"Three more come, let me see how much wealth you have."

At this time, the young man in white suddenly stood up, expanded his territory directly, and killed three people who were approaching like walking corpses.

Then he swept over and collected the object collection ring.

"Hey, why are there two people without the stalks?"

The young man in white was a little surprised. The next moment, his expression calmed down and suddenly turned around.

"Thirty-sixth Flash!"

"A big shock of 128th level!"

Zhao Feng suddenly flew out from behind him and instantly slashed out thirty-six swords. The thirty-six swords were so fast that afterimages attacked the young man in white.

Among them, fifteen attacks contained a 128th level of great shock.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The young man in white reacted quite quickly, but after thousands of shocks, he couldn't hold on at all and was directly killed.

"Diyou Shining is awesome, sneak attack skills!"

Zhao Feng nodded with great satisfaction, walked over quickly, and took out a superior holy soul lantern to preserve the will of the young man in white.
Chapter completed!