The process seemed easy, but Chen Feng felt tremendous pressure. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info pro, Baidu search eye & fast, a large number of novels to read for free. Every time the secret in the hands of the DM Hungry Ghost Dao Master changed, he felt that the silk thread was subjected to a huge pulling force. It's just that Chen Feng didn't know what these silk threads were made of, although the pulling force they endured was great, they were not torn off. How long these silk threads can last depends on Chen Feng's control over the silk threads, and the pressure is all on him, and it has nothing to do with the silk threads.

The degree of surprise of the hungry ghost Dao Master is still above the fact that the sub-ghost was forced back by the green and red fires. He couldn't figure out what secret technique Chen Feng used, but he was unwilling to give up so well. He felt that although Chen Feng's cultivation was weird, the realm was still a secret warrior, which was his reassurance. He had never seen a mystic master turn over too much of a storm in the hands of a mystician. What's more, the Hungry Ghost Dao Master, one of the six realms, is not a simple secret master.

The Hungry Ghost Dao Master recited the words again, and then a resolute and painful expression appeared on his face, and he squirted out a stream of dark green liquid.

The liquid stinks, and there are many tiny bugs wriggling in it. The liquid fell into the bloody mouth, which could not be opened, but it still squirmed several times.

The face of the Hungry Ghost Dao Master showed a happy expression, as if he was enjoying this feeling.

Chen Feng only felt that the strength of the blood mouth suddenly widened many times, and he had to need more secret power to support the restraint of the silk thread.

There are still too few silk threads, forty-five are far from enough. If there were more silk threads, Chen Feng's pressure would be much less.

Although Chen Feng's secret power was abundant, in a hurry, his secret body's body still couldn't support the outpouring of these secret powers.

With a "clatter", the knot dispersed, and the silk thread disappeared into the air again.

Chen Feng hurriedly retreated, secretly regretting in his heart. The meridians of his secret are still too narrow, and a large amount of secret power is constantly output, almost bursting his meridians, but he still can't withstand the pressure. If the secret power can be liquefied, there will be more secret power output in the same time period, and this will not be the case. However, the liquefaction of secret power is the skill of the secret master, and Chen Feng can't do it for the time being.

Not only is there less silk thread, but there is also only one knot. Chen Feng has great potential in this secret technique. It's just that the three thousand knots are not cultivated to a higher level, and the silk threads and knots will increase, but depend on perception. Perception is not something that can happen anytime and anywhere.

The flame dragon dissipated after being uncontrolled for a long time, and Chen Feng withdrew the scattered flames and made a move that made the hungry ghost Dao Lord extremely suspicious: he took out a stone tablet from the storage bag and carried it on his shoulder.

In the secret world, there has never been a secret person who uses a stone tablet as a secret weapon. Throw a stele far away, and even a fool may be able to dodge it. Other than that, the Hungry Ghost Dao Master couldn't think of any other use for Chen Feng's stone stele.

In his slight consternation, Chen Feng threw the stone tablet out. The speed of the stone tablet was very fast, and with a roar, it went straight to the hungry ghost Dao Master.

Seeing this scene, the Hungry Ghost Dao Master was a little surprised. Such a fast speed requires the Mystic to be very comfortable with the control of the Mystic Weapon. In the same way, the carrying capacity of the secret weapon must be very strong.

But even so, the Hungry Ghost Dao Master still did not dodge or dodge, and continued to manipulate the blood mouth, directly attacking Chen Feng. As long as he swallowed Chen Feng in his mouth, he could manipulate Chen Feng's life and death. A well-cultivated secret is an excellent tonic for him.

The speed of the stele in the air suddenly increased, and it went straight to the center of the blood mouth without deviation or obliqueness. Just when the stele was less than a zhang away from the blood mouth, the aura on the stele suddenly changed!

A red and white ball of light suddenly poured out of the stone tablet, exuding a strange feeling.

The Hungry Ghost Dao Master felt strange, and when the stone tablet was less than half a foot away from the mouth of blood, he realized that the red was a flame, and the white one was actually cold!

The flame was not ordinary fire, and the cold qi was not ordinary cold qi, and he couldn't understand how a little secret could cultivate such a flame and cold qi. As a mystic, he couldn't do it; As a mystic, he didn't find anyone else who could do it.

The most bizarre thing is that the flames that can burn people to ashes and the cold that can completely freeze people are perfectly fused together, and they do not weaken each other.

In the secret world, there is the wonder of the sun and the moon shining together, the abnormality of the snow falling in May, the special column of the beginner secret master defeating the intermediate secret master, and the Tianjiao genius who became a strong man at a young age, but there is no unity of ice and fire.

It is not uncommon for a secret person to be able to perform fire and ice secret techniques, or water secret techniques, and some secret techniques are both good and evil, and people often can't see through them. However, no one of the mystical beings can cast two diametrically opposed mystical techniques at the same time. There may be legends, but the Hungry Ghost Dao Master has never seen it.

He also wanted to test whether his judgment of the aura of the stone tablet was accurate, but it was too late. The stele almost hit the tip of his nose.

If before he thought that he could throw the stele aside with a light secret technique, now, he just wants to dodge, only by avoiding this strange stele can he be invincible. The experience of living in the secret realm for a long time has taught him that for things that he can't see through, it is best to hide away first, observe them before drawing conclusions.

He still felt that Chen Feng might have played some tricks, but from the bottom of his heart, he still didn't want to believe that Chen Feng could have the ability that he couldn't have.

However, he hesitated, still wanting to dodge first.

However, after hesitating for a moment, it was too late.

The flames and chill on the stele suddenly exploded, and the flames and chills erupted at the same time.

He felt his body freeze, and the cold invaded his skin, flesh, and bones in an instant.

This ice is black with a strong yin aura.

In normal times, he would be extremely happy to see this yin qi, but now, this yin qi made him almost breathless.

What he couldn't stand the most was the flames. In the black ice, there were wisps of red flames burning.

The flames didn't look very vigorous, but they burned through his body directly, forming holes one after another.

When it first came into contact, the flame was not very hot, but when it was burned, it seemed to concentrate all the heat in the world.

It was a heat he had never encountered before, so hot that before anyone could feel it, it would be incinerated to ashes.

The Hungry Ghost Dao Master let out a series of wails, and his body was torn apart.

Patches of black ice contained his flesh and blood, and some, just ashes.

The blood basin that wanted to devour Chen Feng closed its mouth, slowly retreated, and retracted the ghost flag.

Everything is quiet, as if announcing a compromise, a avoidance, a carelessness that leads to failure.

However, Chen Feng did not let go of his heart, he still stubbornly stared at the ghost banner that always stood up, and did not dare to be careless.

He knows that the best is yet to come...