In the barrier, black air lingered in it. Yan Feng looked at the ghost in front of him. His aura had reached the peak of the true realm and had exceeded the maximum limit of Yan Feng's strength!

Even if I have all my strength, I still have no chance of winning... But now there is no other way except to fight to the death!

The knife, with a roar, blocked the ghost with his hands directly, laughter came from his mouth, and endless ghost energy instantly enveloped Yan Feng. Eight                                                                                                            �

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not good…!

Yan Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and these ghost energy penetrated into his body in an instant, and he could not suppress it with his own strength!

After all, Yan Feng is only in the Nine Palace Realm, which is several large-level positions different from the peak of the True Realm, spiritual realm, heaven realm, and true realm!

Not to mention that there are three small levels between each large level, Dai Feng, the middle stage of the early stage, and the middle stage of the true realm can barely fight, but the peak of the true realm can't be achieved at all!

Yan Feng felt that his consciousness had begun to blur, and the ghost energy rushed into his body and invaded his internal organs. He was slightly half open, and in front of him, the ghost body began to appear, his body became extremely huge, and there was a greedy light in his empty eyes. A rippling laughter came from his mouth. He opened his mouth and swallowed Yan Feng.

After an instant, Yan Feng was in the ghost's mouth. The ghost-killing sword leaned on the ghost's lower mouth, and the other hand was above. Sweat on his face rolled down.

"Let me... open!"

With a low growl, Yan Feng had a thunder storm on his body, sweeping across the entire ghost body in an instant. The ghost at the peak of the true realm also paused at this moment. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Feng suddenly rushed out of the ghost mouth, and his body was a hundred feet away from the ghost, and he was breathing heavily.

Above the barrier, only about ten feet away, Xiao Zheng Taizhimo had a smile on his face when he saw this scene, and his hands were raised again.

"Xiao Mo, can you still have to fold the curse and continue, he might really be unable to hold on."

Zhi Mo's mouth slightly raised: "This is the task given to me by the Prison King. This is the only way I can think of."

His hand suddenly pointed to the barrier below. This time, no curse sound was heard, but a black rune appeared from the tip of the little Zhengtai's fingertips and instantly penetrated into the barrier below.

Yan Feng held the knife and was breathing heavily. The ghost at the peak of the true realm was also staring at Yan Feng, and once he approached Yan Feng, at this moment, a black rune fell from above the barrier and sank into the ghost's body.

Damn, what's the thing!

Yan Feng's pupils shrank, and in his eyes, the ghost suddenly seemed to be crazy and began to roar to the sky, and his whole body began to split, one-two, two-two, four-two!

The original ghost turned into eight at this moment, and what made Yan Feng speechless was that the aura emitted by these eight ghosts was the peak of the true realm!

At this moment, there was a sound sounding in this barrier, the sound was as tender as a child, but it also exuded a sense of maturity and sophistication.

"If you can last for a stick of incense, I will let you out."

Yan Feng's eyes narrowed: "Who are you?"

As Yan Feng finished speaking, before the eight ghost figures, there was a ghostly aura, and then it condensed into a child figure, but the figure was illusory and filled with black energy, so I couldn't see the appearance of my facial features at all.

"Who am I?" The child's figure was holding his hands behind his back, and the face that could not see clearly could indeed see a smile.

"I am... the one who killed you. I don't know this answer, are you satisfied?"

After saying that, the child's figure dissipated in the barrier with laughter, and it was not possible for Yan Feng to think about it at all. The eight ghosts that were comparable to the peak of the true realm were already coming towards Yan Feng.

Yan Feng was immediately surrounded by eight ghosts. Not to mention eight, even one was difficult to deal with!

Unconsciously, a ghost suddenly fell behind Yan Feng's body and his figure flew backwards. Before he could stabilize his body, another ghost came with another ghost.

Yan Feng was like a ball between these domineering ghosts, kicking around by these eight ghosts.

Outside the barrier, Zhimo and Chi Qian both watched Yan Feng's every move in the barrier.

"Xiao Mo, sister is very curious. What is the task the Prison King gave you? In this way, would you tell your sister? "

Chi Qian still surrounded Zhimo's neck and breathed gently in his ear.

Xiao Zhengtai Shimo turned his head and looked at Chi Qian, grinning, and his smile was so innocent on the face of the long Zhengtai.

Seeing Zhimo laughing, Chi Qian even closer: "What a little Mo, just tell your sister." As he said that, he stuck out his tongue and licked Zhimo's earlobe, with a charming and coquettish tone.

The smile was still on Zhimo's face, but the words were completely different from the expression: "No." He refused decisively and simply.

When Chi Qian heard this, he stood up and waved his hand: "You guy, you are really used to being a child. If you don't say anything, you won't say anything. What's the big deal?"

Zhi Mo ignored her and just continued to look at the barrier. Looking at Yan Feng, who was beaten without any power to fight back, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhimo couldn't help but remember a few days ago, the third floor of the Black Hall was dim, and a little handsome man knelt on one knee, with a serious face completely different from that of ordinary children.

"There is no faith in the Northern Yin Dynasty. If you use it, you will adjust it. If you don't use it, you will be abandoned. We are trapped in this endless black prison for thousands of years, and we are suffering all the time."

"Zhi Mo, the Lord of Destiny has arrived, this is our only chance to turn things around."

In front of him, there was a man's back, with a thick voice, but also as close as far away.

"The Lord of Heaven... Zhi Mo Yu, please let the Prison King make a clear statement."

The laughter echoed in this hall, and the figure in front of Zhi Mo slowly dissipated. However, Zhi Mo, who was kneeling on one knee, heard a word in his ear. This sentence made his expression tremble and there was disbelief in his eyes.

Above the black clouds, the stronger the expectation in Zhimo's eyes!

"Anger, strength, let me see, my Lord, what kind of person are you? Let me see if what the Prison King said... is true!"

This time, Zhi Mo's hand suddenly pressed down and shouted loudly.

"The magic of Yin and Yang, the realm of killing!" Countless runes appeared from him, and in an instant they all fell into this barrier.

"Xiao Mo, are you?"

Chi Qian, who was standing beside him, was a little surprised when he looked at Zhi Mo's move. He only saw that there was an extreme look of expectation on the face of this little boy.

I couldn't help but wonder... What did the Prison King say to him!

He actually made Zhi Mo, the strongest of the other nine generals except the general, look forward to it so excitedly!

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