Suddenly, an eighth ray of light emerged from the lines, twice as tall as the other seven lines, and slanted straight to the bottom of the strange rock above.

The eyes of the surrounding spiritualists were about to bleed, and they waited here for several hours without any change, and as soon as the two little babies passed, a new vision appeared.

This is tantamount to telling them that Zhan Feihong and Su Chuanfang do have the ability to dig up treasures, welcome to grab them.

Thinking of this, some people's eyes have gone crazy, and the value of a lifetime of struggle is so attractive that it has even reached the point of annihilating the extreme fear in their hearts.

"I want to rob the treasure, I want to rob the treasure!" a roar sounded, and finally an existence in the crowd that completely overcame the psychological barrier appeared, and he took a difficult step, and rushed towards the eighth prism with red eyes.

Then more and more people moved, and new visions greatly stimulated their desires, and the vain steps became more and more powerful, and the spirits flocked to the boys and girls like hungry wolves.

But before they could run a few steps, Zhan Feihong's actions made everyone's pupils shrink.

The faint green light swayed out from the palms of the young man's two hands, and shot up at the bottom of the stone in the corner, and after a while, a large net composed of wood spirit silk completely blocked Su Chuanfang inside.

Zhan Feihong, on the other hand, jumped in the center of the net with a leap, clinging tightly to the stickiness of the wood spirit silk.

As early as the eighth ray of light rose, he knew that a new battle was inevitable. Every spiritual practitioner present would never be willing to let them take away the treasure smoothly.

In that case, it is better to take precautions in advance.

The defense network arranged with the power of crossing the border is difficult to break through with smart cultivation. Zhan Feihong breathed a sigh of relief, and a pair of red pupils swept back the surging group of interest-hungry people.

Being stared at by the dragon's eyes, the hearts of the spiritual cultivators involuntarily recalled the tragic situation of the two masters of the spirit period, and the speed under their feet also slowed down.

The dragon is about to die, and the aftermath is still there. What's more, Zhan Feihong was only seriously injured, and he was still far from death. They couldn't help but hesitate, if this kid saw me to be the first to act, wouldn't it be a broken end?

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, everyone's pace changed from slow to stopped, and the fire of desire in their eyes gradually dimmed.

"House Master!!"

But at this moment, a wild roar sounded from behind them, followed by the sound of messy and complicated footsteps, coming towards the eight Ling Guang.

Everyone couldn't help but look back, and there were twenty or thirty well-dressed people, who were pressing in their direction with great momentum.

These people are the people of the Lei and Ling families.

Zhan Feihong recognized at a glance that the clothes they were wearing were similar to those of the two family heads, especially the embroidered patterns on their chests, as if they were the family names of the two families. A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the situation he had finally managed to control was broken.

Fight and fight!

A hint of determination flashed in his red eyes, the young man didn't know how long he could hold out, but as long as he still had a breath, he wouldn't miss an enemy!

Sure enough, this sudden turn of events broke the deadlock, and as if they saw hope, the spiritual cultivators returned to greed in their eyes, and rushed towards the green net where Zhan Feihong was located again.

Zhan Feihong turned his head and glanced back at Su Chuanfang, who was working hard in the eighth prism, although he couldn't understand what the other party was doing, but looking at the focused attitude, he shouldn't have been too lazy.

Your safety, I'll take care of it.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he pressed back with all his strength, and the green net was deeply sunken.

In the blink of an eye, the boy volleyed into the crowd.

。。。。。。

Su Chuanfang's eyes were firmly fixed on the lines on the ground that seeped into the bloodstains, and after the eighth prism illuminated, the blood in these lines became crystal clear, as if they were slowly flowing.

According to her memory, this was a sign that the peerless treasure was about to be unearthed.

At this time, Miss Su didn't dare to be distracted, for fear that a deviation would make her and the boy's hard work come to naught. When the time comes, what face will she have to return to Zhan Feihong, who is seriously injured?

Hurry, hurry!

Constantly urging in his heart, Su Chuanfang's hands were together, and his ten fingers trembled.

Although she didn't use her eyes to see what was happening outside the net, the heart-rending roar and the sound of the fight could guess that the boy was fighting for her again.

Every scream, every loud sound of falling to the ground, made the girl's heart can't help but shrink, she was afraid that this voice would come from Zhan Feihong's body.

After a long time of trembling, Miss Su was already sweating in a hurry, and the crystal clear blood lines finally produced the phenomenon she expected.

This eighth ray of light, the color became deeper and deeper, and after a while, a white smoke rose up from the foundation of the prism, and a small shadow was reflected on the back of Su Chuanfang's hand.

"It's a success!" Su Chuanfang excitedly stretched out her hands and slowly held the white smoke, but after a while, a palm-sized guy gradually came into her eyes.

"That's right, that's right!" Miss Su hugged it in her arms and looked behind her excitedly, but was attracted by the situation outside the green net.

She couldn't help but stand up and walk step by step to the net woven by Mu Lingsi, her eyes full of confusion.

I don't know when, a thin layer of black rose on Zhan Feihong's body. As a result, every punch and kick he threw up a wave of ethereal black mist.

And beside him, there was already a pile of more than 30 people.

Every time the boy solves an enemy, he throws it into the pile of people with Mu Lingsi, and before he knows it, the pile is already as high as two people.

The location of this human pile happened to be on the left side of the Wood Spirit Net, and there were not a single enemy scattered around it.

Nor was there a single enemy who could safely rush to the spirit net.

Su Chuanfang held the little guy in his arms with one hand, and the gap between the green spirit nets with the other, quietly watching the layers of black waves brought up by Zhan Feihong until he finished solving the last enemy.

"It would be nice if I could have known you five years earlier。。。。。 The girl sighed faintly, and anyone who heard it would be moved.

。。。。。。

Throwing the last enemy to the top of the pile, Zhan Feihong clapped his hands, the golden aura dimmed, and the black mist between his arms followed.

It was this black dragon fetus that saved my life.

In fact, when he killed the tenth enemy on the ground, his body completely collapsed, and the young man only felt that his internal organs were burned by fire, and he had no breath.

Staggering to the side, Zhan Feihong was kicked to the ground. Then, a storm of attacks quickly swept through his body, and by the end, he couldn't even feel the pain.

The boy really wanted to put his hands together and use the Lianmai Seal to summon "creation". At this time, he didn't care about any spiritual cultivation and demon cultivation, and he would get through this life-and-death difficulty first.

Unfortunately, he no longer has this ability in his current situation.

Seeing the crimson world turn into darkness, the boy's pupils gradually burst outward.

Die...... ？

His mind was full of this desperate word, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

He is unwilling to take revenge on his family, and the mystery of his parents has not yet been solved.

He was unwilling to fall like this, so that the girl in the green net lost her protection.

But who can help him?

As if in response to Zhan Feihong's self-question, a black qi suddenly emanated from his body, and in the blink of an eye, the guys who punched and kicked him collapsed.

Then, the young man's dilated pupils regained their divine light, and his body, which was no longer controlled, came alive as if it had never been injured.

A carp stood upright, his fists clenched, the golden light restless like a flame of rage.

When the golden aura was circling wildly in his body, Zhan Feihong suddenly found that his skill not only did not decline, but instead broke through to the realm of the six-pattern agility period in one fell swoop.

And the Crossing Border Fist may have reached the level of the two-pattern, or even three-pattern spirit stage.

The experience of life and death is indeed the fastest way to practice.

A sneer smeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhan Feihong's eyes burned scarlet again.