There was a reason why Luo Feng chose to explore the ancient battlefield mission of Youxian Peak.

Within a radius of a hundred miles from Youxian Peak, it was covered by a forbidden array and covered with fog, so most of the cultivators' perception methods were unusable.

Coupled with the complex terrain, the Lingwu Sect's numerical advantage could not be brought into play, and he had the opportunity to break through each one.

In case the enemy is too strong, Luo Feng can also escape calmly.

Without the pursuit of the flying boat, without the means of perception, he did not believe that anyone could find him in the vast sea of trees.

Compared to the jungle assassination and the hidden pursuit, Luo Feng is really not afraid of these native-born cultivators.

While thinking, Luo Feng followed the route marked on the map.

Half a day later, he stopped in front of a beautiful mountain.

After a full meal at the foot of the mountain, Luo Feng ignored those sneaky little heads and continued to walk towards the peak.

In his perception, the owners of those little heads are cannon fodder who are not even monsters.

Just now, he lit a fire to cook, and he attracted these predators with a keen sense of smell.

Although they are all small characters, their survival skills are still extraordinary, and they even sensed the evil qi on Luo Feng's body, so they didn't rush up to death without a brain.

The mountain road is rugged, but for Luo Feng, it is naturally not a problem.

In less than half an hour, he reached the top of the mountain.

When I looked up, the whole mountain was full of vitality, and Luo Feng looked all green at a glance.

It's just that behind this mountain, a large area of mist like white clouds can already be faintly seen.

And on the edge of the mist, there is a crystal stream, reflecting the sun.

"Strange, you haven't reached the realm of Youxian Peak yet?"

Luo Feng couldn't help frowning.

After reading the map in advance, Luo Feng knew that there was a second small stone building on the side of this creek, and he could repair it for one night at this post station, and then enter Xianfeng tomorrow.

But what is going on with this fog?

Just when Luo Feng was puzzled, a gust of wind suddenly broke out in the sky.

Immediately, the dense fog at the front suddenly moved, and soon covered the mountain stream.

Well?

Luo Feng was shocked, and looked back, the distant mountains and white clouds were all vivid, and there was nothing to change the sky, so where did this wind come from?

There's definitely something wrong with this fog!

Luo Feng took out the map and looked at it, then frowned.

This is the only way to go to Xianfeng, and it is impossible to make a detour......

"Huh...... In that case, we'll see. ”

Luo Feng is considered a master of art and bold, especially after obtaining the killing inheritance, he is really not afraid of ordinary eccentricities.

And it is rumored that around the ancient battlefield, there are many small battlefields, large and small, and there may be treasures left by ancient cultivators on this side.

It's a shame not to investigate.

Since he was forced to separate from Ling Yuehan, Luo Feng decided to become the strongest cultivator, if he was afraid of this, then he would be able to realize what he wanted in that year?

Except for the people of the Lingwu Sect, the only danger near this You Immortal Peak is estimated to be those remnants of the underworld.

But Luo Feng also knew that the ancient battlefield contained a formation that banned all evil spirits, and the Divine Guard of the Underworld was an out-and-out evil person, so their strength was greatly reduced in the ancient battlefield.

If Luo Feng still hesitates in the face of an enemy whose strength has been greatly reduced, then he will not be the fearless number one killer in the world.

With his footsteps raised lightly, without the slightest hesitation, Luo Feng went deep into the fog.

He wanted to see what kind of demons were causing trouble, and what clumsy traps the mad dogs of the Lingwu Sect had prepared.

……

After entering the fog, Luo Feng could see everything vaguely, even those tall trees, he could only see the outlines of black clouds.

The top of the silhouette of the trees was also thick with fog, and there was no light in the sky, when he heard a crisp footstep.

"Again?" Looking up, Luo Feng found a fluttering figure in white.

In the clouds, this figure was like nothing, and always kept a distance of about five meters from him.

Then the figure turned its head, and it looked like a woman with a furrowed brow, a delicate and pleasant woman.

Looking at this familiar female ghost, Luo Feng frowned and his eyes lit up.

Then, before the female ghost could make any moves, a killing mark scattered her soul.

This is the Eyeborn Flying Seal, and for ghosts, it is no less powerful than the cultivator's flying sword.

One move to break the enemy's evil art, Luo Feng didn't have much joy on his face.

Because, instead of dissipating, the fog became thicker, and at the same time the fog began to reveal a palpitating resentment.

What a strong resentment!

Luo Feng understood that the reason why the enemy's illusion was so powerful was because of the resentment in the battlefield.

Ordinary illusions, he would never be tricked, and last night, he almost overturned.

Resentment is a negative energy left behind after a cultivator's death, and this energy will become more ferocious over time.

If there is too much resentment in a place, it can even turn into a physical ghost.

Therefore, in many ancient battlefields, there were many powerful cultivators who were able to make waves after death by relying on a breath of resentment.

However, the ancient battlefield in front of him was not so dangerous, otherwise the previous Ethereal Sect would not have wanted to set up the sect nearby.

Before coming to You Xianfeng, Luo Feng had a detailed understanding of the ancient battlefield here.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a strange formation, and these lonely souls and wild ghosts couldn't make any mess at all, but now for some unknown reason, the resentment of the battlefield began to gather.

It stands to reason that if there is a formation to suppress it, there should not be such a strong resentment on the battlefield.

Could it be that someone is doing something in the dark?

The first thing Luo Feng thought of was the people of the Lingwu Sect.

Since the other party was able to unleash that evil illusion, it was not impossible to take advantage of the grievances of the battlefield a little.

However, this is tantamount to playing with fire.

Thirty years ago, there was no resentment in this ancient battlefield, but after a night, a large amount of resentment suddenly gathered, fortunately, the preset formation was touched, otherwise the Ethereal Sect would be affected.

Therefore, for many years, the Ethereal Sect has been very concerned about the situation of the ancient battlefield, and has exploration missions almost every month.

And for thirty years, the resentment and formation here have maintained a balance, so they can be at peace.

But now, the people of the Lingwu Sect are secretly involved in resentment, which is likely to cause the situation to be unbalanced!

This is the Ethereal Sect's sphere of influence, and if something goes wrong, it will be a big trouble.

Thinking of the consequences of losing control of his resentment, Luo Feng felt a palpitation.

You must know that once the grievances condense and the entire ancient battlefield turns into ghosts, there will definitely be a tragedy of blood flowing at that time, and even the Ethereal Sect may have to take it in.

In the sect, there are many people he cares about, so no matter what, Luo Feng can't sit back and watch the tragedy happen.

Now, Luo Feng still doesn't know if this is a ghost made by someone from the Spirit Martial Sect.

But Luo Feng had already sworn in his heart that if he finally found out that this matter was a sin done by the people of the Lingwu Sect to deal with him, then one day, he would definitely seek justice for himself.

Thinking of this, Luo Feng looked at the depths of the white mist with a murderous gaze.

In the center of the battlefield, figures are taking shape.

These figures are essentially the same existence as the Soul Clone of the Killer.

It's just that the former is self-conscious, and the latter is just the embodiment of resentment, extremely ferocious, and without the slightest humanity.

……

Just as Luo Feng began to explore the mutated ancient battlefield, Lin Yunhao, who was in the Taoist temple, changed his face and woke up from his state of inaction again.

"Again, as soon as the soul locking technique appeared, it was broken by the enemy, why is this?"

Lin Yunhao's face was puzzled, and he really didn't understand what kind of combat skills were so magical.

And, more importantly, the Soul Locking Array he secretly set up didn't know why it was cut off from him.

Originally, Lin Yunhao asked a group of Lingwu Sect disciples to set up a large array near Youxian Peak with array disks and soul seals.

In this way, he can remotely control the ambush process.

With the Soul Locking Array and the Soul Attracting Seal, he knows everything in the formation well, once he enters the big array, Luo Feng will inevitably be unable to escape.

And if Luo Feng retreated from the battle and did not go to You Xianfeng but returned to the Ethereal Sect the same way, then it would be his turn to appear.

As a four-star martial artist, with the assistance of phantom combat skills, Lin Yunhao had enough confidence to intercept Luo Feng on the way back to the mountain.

When the time comes, there will be no proof of death, and no one will be able to say irresponsible remarks about their Lingwu Sect.

Who knows, things got out of his grip at the beginning.

Although the array disk did activate, it seemed to disturb some terrifying existence in the battlefield.

Now the entire Soul Locking Great Array is completely out of Lin Yunhao's control and has begun to develop on its own.

Even he himself was completely black about everything in the big formation, and he couldn't even stop the formation.

In this way, the few disciples sent by Lin Yunhao to the ancient battlefield completely became the turtles in the urn.

Originally, things had changed, and Lin Yunhao had to start to suspect that this Luo Feng might really have great luck.

Otherwise, why can't a two-star martial artist be injured by open guns and hidden arrows?

Although Fang Hongjian, who took the lead, cultivated as a Gundam Nine-Star Martial Artist, but thinking of Luo Feng's previous magical performance, Lin Yunhao didn't think that those disciples would be able to retreat with their whole body in mind.

After thinking for a while, Lin Yunhao gritted his teeth and immediately went down the mountain in the direction of Youxian Peak.

The words are divided into two ends, in the ancient battlefield, Luo Feng is slowly moving forward.

During this time, the fog in the large array had unexpectedly lightened a lot, but the atmosphere in the array had become more depressing.

Through the thin mist, Luo Feng clearly felt that some cold eyes in the dark were about to move.

These chops probably think they are soft persimmons, right?

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Luo Feng's mouth.

Hum!

He jerked his head up and looked ahead.

A cultivator is coming, look at this momentum is a six-star martial artist!

"Found it!"

In the distance, a middle-aged man dressed in black spotted Luo Feng.

And through the thin mist, Luo Feng also discovered that this person was a disciple of the Spirit Martial Sect that he had seen in the Sword Sect before.

After discovering Luo Feng, the middle-aged disciple shouted in surprise: "God really help me." The Xuan-level high-grade exercises are destined to belong to me Liu Xi. ”

After saying this, Liu Xi could no longer hold back the killing intent in his heart, and his right hand probed at the hilt of the sword, and the dazzling long sword had already appeared in his hand.