"Arrogant!"
That day, the Ji Pavilion monk was furious, stopped talking nonsense, and changed the magic formula in his hand.
"Do it!"
In an instant, all kinds of magic weapons, sword energy, and spells, like a violent storm, poured in from all directions towards Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen in the center of the alley!
"Well done!"
Xiao Wuhen laughed loudly, and the Shanhe Fan in his hand suddenly unfolded!
Wow!
A magnificent picture of mountains and rivers surged out from the fan, instantly covering the two of them. The pavilions, rivers, lakes and seas seemed like a real small world, swallowing up all the attacks.
"You want to trap us with this little trick?"
Just when everyone thought they were going to passively defend, Ye Feng moved.
His figure left an afterimage on the spot, and the next moment, he appeared directly in front of the Tianji Pavilion monk.
The power of space!
The Jige monk’s pupils shrank suddenly that day, and he did not expect that the opponent’s speed could be so fast! He wanted to retreat, but found that the space around him became as sticky as a swamp.
"You..."
He only had time to utter one word.
The tip of a sword wrapped with bright stars had pierced the center of his eyebrows silently.
Tongtian Sword Code - Starfall!
The sword energy is restrained, but it contains terrifying power that can destroy stars. The Tianji Pavilion monk who was in the late stage of becoming a god did not even have time to escape. His body and body were crushed into blood mist by the terrifying power of the stars and completely dissipated.
One blow, instant kill!
This bloody and neat scene made the hearts of all the besiegers shrink suddenly.
"Senior brother!" The other two monks from Tianji Pavilion had eyes that were about to burst.
However, what greeted them was Xiao Wuhen's counterattack.
"Mountains and rivers are reversed, and the universe is transposed!"
The mountain and river fan in his hand shook gently. The world of mountains and rivers that enveloped them suddenly shattered and turned into countless space fragments. Mixed with the attacks that had been swallowed before, they swept away indiscriminately in all directions in an even more violent manner!
Boom! boom! boom!
In the alley, explosions occurred one after another, and screams were heard endlessly.
Those casual cultivators who originally wanted to take advantage were instantly torn into pieces by this terrifying energy storm.
"Get back!"
"These two people are tough!"
The remaining people were horrified and retreated one after another, trying to escape from this land of death.
But how could Ye Feng give them this opportunity? "You want to leave now? It's too late."
His cold voice sounded in everyone's ears.
The next moment, an "immortal corpse aura" that was as dark as ink and filled with an ominous and decaying aura swept out of his body.
But this corpse aura is different from before. Under Ye Feng's deliberate disguise, it was no longer pure silence, but instead took on a violent and bloodthirsty demonic nature.
It seems to be very similar to the legendary "Blood Transformation Magic" of an ancient demon sect that has long since disappeared!
"Ah——!"
A monk was contaminated by corpse energy, and his body-protecting aura was corroded instantly like paper. His flesh and blood quickly withered and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pool of fishy pus and blood.
"It's a magic skill! It's the blood-transforming magical skill of the ancient demon sect!"
"Demon demons! They are demon demons!"
In the crowd, an unknown person let out a scream of extreme horror.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
Compared to ordinary murder and treasure grabbing, the words "demon demon" can arouse the common hatred and... fear of all monks.
What Ye Feng wants is this effect.
While activating the disguised "Immortal Corpse Qi" and killing everyone, he sent a message to Xiao Wuhen: "It's almost done, prepare to retreat!"
Xiao Wuhen understood and a space crack quietly opened behind them.
Just when the two were about to step into the crack and leave calmly.
The black-robed monk who had been silent all this time moved.
He did not participate in the siege, nor was he affected by the chaotic scene. He just quietly raised his hand and pointed towards Ye Feng.
"Town."
A hoarse word came out of his mouth.
Buzz——
An indescribable force of suppression, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld, descended out of thin air!
Ye Feng felt that his soul sank suddenly, as if being suppressed by an invisible mountain. The movement of spiritual energy in his body became sluggish.
Even the space crack behind him began to twist violently and could collapse at any time.
What a powerful soul attack!
Furthermore, this kind of power... is not that of an ordinary monk!
"Let's go!"
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp look, he recognized the origin of the dragon soul in the sea, and let out a thunderous roar!
"Roar——!"
The power of the golden dragon soul turned into a shock wave and slammed into the suppressive force.
Taking advantage of the moment when the pressure on the soul was slightly reduced, Ye Feng pulled Xiao Wuhen and plunged into the crack in the space that was about to collapse.
"Want to leave?"
The black-robed monk didn't seem to expect that Ye Feng could break free from his shackles. He took a step forward, and his figure blurred for an instant. He came first, and a hand as dry as a chicken's claw directly penetrated the space crack!
However, at the moment when his hand was about to grab the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.
Ye Feng turned around and grinned.
He turned his back and put a black, cracked bead into the hand of the black-robed monk.
It was a powerful but extremely unstable self-destruction magic weapon found in a certain unlucky guy's storage ring.
"Sent to you."
After the words fell, the two figures completely disappeared at the end of the space crack.
The black-robed monk looked at the bead in his hand and was stunned for a moment. Then, a feeling of extreme danger surged into his heart.
"Not good!"
Boom——!
An earth-shaking loud noise exploded in the abandoned area of the ghost town!
The terrifying energy storm razed half the street to the ground.
……
When the guards of the ghost town and the powerful men from all walks of life who heard the news rushed to the scene, they only saw a mess of ruins and corpses on the ground that had been melted by the "Blood Transformation Magic".
"Check! Check for me! Who dares to be so reckless in the ghost market!"
"The smell of ancient magic skills remains on the scene! It was done by the demon demon!"
"Go to the ferry quickly! Block all exits! Don't let them escape!"
The entire underwater ghost city was completely plunged into chaos and rage.
Countless monks rushed towards the ferry as if they were crazy, chasing the two illusory "demon demons".
At this time, on the roof of an ordinary house hundreds of feet away from the center of the explosion.
Two figures, using the cover of "Xingyin", quietly emerged.
It was Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen.
Xiao Wuhen patted his chest with lingering fear: "Damn, I was really scared to death just now. What the hell was that black-robed man at the end? That finger almost knocked out my soul!"
"It's not Guidong. West." Ye Feng's expression was also quite solemn, "If I guess correctly, he should be a "corpse cultivator"."
"Corpse cultivator?" Xiao Wuhen was stunned, "Is it those lunatics who refine their bodies into zombies?"
"That's right. Moreover, what he refined was his own corpse. That's why his aura is between life and death. This kind of monk has a powerful soul and an immortal body, which is extremely difficult to deal with." Ye Feng was still a little frightened when he recalled the suppressive force just now.
If he hadn't had the dragon soul to protect his body, he would have definitely suffered a big loss in that attack just now.
"Damn, you are so unlucky to have provoked such a monster." Xiao Wuhen cursed, and then laughed gloatingly, "However, he must be feeling even worse now. Being blown up by your 'surprise', even if he doesn't die, he will still have to shed his skin. The most important thing is that he will bear the blame!"
The two of them looked at the crowd in the distance, which was in chaos because of the pursuit of the "devil", with smiles on their faces as if their plan had succeeded.
"The evil demon brought a heavy treasure to wash the ghost market with blood. After seriously injuring the strong man of the corpse, he floated away..." Ye Feng said leisurely, "This story should be enough for those people to tell it for several days."
"It's not just a few days." Xiao Wuhen shook his fan and smiled from ear to ear. "Tianji Pavilion has lost face, the corpse cultivator has suffered a big loss, and the ghost market has lost order. These three families will definitely investigate the two non-existent 'devils'. God. By then, the entire underground world in Zhongzhou will be stirred up. Your hand has really muddied the waters."
"This is not enough." Ye Feng cast his eyes towards Linhe City. Xiang, "Wait until this news reaches the ground. What do the people of Tianjian Villa and Ziyang Sect think?"
Xiao Wuhen's smile froze slightly, and then turned into deep shock.
He got it.
Linhe City is in chaos, and now even the underground ghost market has traces of the devil. Everything points to one thing - something big is about to happen!
Perhaps, as Ye Feng said to the fat businessman, some ancient ruins are about to be revealed?
When the time comes, when all parties have gathered together, who will care about who instigated the initial trivial conflict? Who would stare at two little "blasphemers"?
All eyes will be attracted by the larger "storm" created by Ye Feng himself.
Through that bloodline connection, he has firmly locked onto the location of the mysterious buyer in Box 3.