Seeing that these four wood spirits shot in all directions without any scruples, one of them stuck to the location of the fire kang like lightning.

The middle-aged Lang Zhong hurriedly came back to his senses, and waved his sleeve towards the half of the wrist-thick emerald spirit silk, and the golden spirit battle qi as strong as Mount Tai blocked in front of him, completely cutting off the space between Miss Su and him.

As for the wood spirit silk, the moment it felt this spiritual pressure, it turned into a little bit of light and retracted to Zhan Feihong's side.

Fortunately, Lang Zhong controlled his wall formed by spiritual pressure within half a zhang, otherwise after his impact, the young man's breakthrough move that seemed to be about to break through the threshold would immediately fall apart, and it might also leave him with an indestructible shadow and block his path to promotion.

"Good boy, you have a lot of secrets。。。。。。 Narrowing his spiritual pressure barrier a little, the middle-aged Lang Zhong stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, his eyes mixed with half a point of pride.

Su Chuanfang sat on the bed and looked at the green silk threads that kept shooting out of Zhan Feihong's body, she opened half a cherry and muttered, "This time it won't be 。。。。。。 More amazing, right?"

However, the next situation, just as she said, began to appear completely different from the scene of ordinary demon cultivators.

I saw that almost every spiritual point on Zhan Feihong Zhou's body shot out a wood spirit silk. These wood spirit silks had glued the whole room so tightly that even the moonlight shining in from the door could not be obscured.

According to common sense, the display of spiritual martial arts skills often only needs to walk in two or three spiritual acupoints, which is the so-called specialization in the art industry. Unless it is those sects that correspond to spirit beasts with extremely special characteristics, or the existence of sects like the heads of the six major sects and the leaders of the three demon sects, they will use the condensation skills of the spirit points around their bodies, and they can only send and receive freely after practicing for decades.

A cultivator like Zhan Feihong, who had never deliberately cultivated this path, even if it was outrageous, was at most the same as when the Golden Spirit Vein broke through, using his own combat skills to gush out of a hole, and then burst into the sky.

But now that his deviant virtue has completely subverted the common sense of all cultivators in the world, I am afraid that even the top existence in the spiritual cultivation world will be surprised when he sees his condition.

For example, the current middle-aged man is about to pull off his beard.

But he didn't know the pain at all, and still stared intently at the core of the intricate wood spirit silk in the room—Zhan Feihong.

。。。。。。

Where is this?

The sudden impact of the aura tore through the narrow wood spirit veins in Zhan Feihong's body, and at the same time, he was also delirious because he couldn't bear the huge pain.

When the boy finally sobered up, he found that his surroundings were all green.

"I remember。。。。。。 Zhan Feihong wanted to reach out and pat his head, but his two hands seemed to be entangled by something and couldn't move half a minute.

He couldn't help but look down, but his tongue was knotted in fright, and he couldn't speak.

Except for the slight slit where his nose could be faintly seen, the boy couldn't even make out his mouth. It wasn't until he finally eased up a little that he realized that this overwhelming green barrier was actually coiled by the wood spirit silk that he was very familiar with!

How many Wood Spirit Threads do you have to make this such an amazing scene as it is now?!

Zhan Feihong took a deep breath, he didn't know if this was the "credit" of the black dragon fetus, or the effect of Lang Zhong's Ding decoction.

Even, could it be a combination of the two?

Anyway, let's clean up this weird mess before he thinks!

Thinking of this, the young man closed his mouth, gritted his teeth, and the wood aura that gradually stopped flowing surging again from the bridge built by the double modulation of one man and one beast.

And the countless wood spirit silks, as if driven by some kind of consciousness, began to rotate around the boy.

For a while, the noise in the house was constant, what medicine cabinets, medicine tripods, and even the windows and doors couldn't withstand the force of this wood spirit silk, and they only rolled upside down, twisted and crooked.

In the end, there was a loud "boom", and it turned out that the beams of the house were torn off, and the whole house suddenly fell apart, and the brick wall tiles whirred around in the wind.

Only the place where the middle-aged man is guarded by his own spiritual pressure is still calm, like a pure land.

"My medicine-" Seeing the elixir that was thrown out of drawers as it flew around, so that it was scattered all over the ground, Lang Zhong's face looked quite painful, you must know that the combined value of these pills is enough to exchange for a top second-rate sect similar to Yin Fei's Fujimen, and work for him.

But although he had the ability to prevent this tragedy from happening, he didn't want to disturb Zhan Feihong's promotion process.

Compared with Lang Zhong's helplessness, Miss Su's mentality is more up-and-down. She stared at Lang Zhong for a long time with great apprehension, before she made sure that the other party was not annoyed by the destruction of the house, and took a breath.

"You troublemaker。。。。。。 ”

Even according to her guess, the identity of this middle-aged man should be related to the young man, otherwise it would be impossible to ask the snake hairpin. But just in case, if she guessed wrong, God knows if this bearded man will disrupt Zhan Feihong's promotion path for this.

It's not that Miss Su hasn't heard of this kind of half-example, and their fate is often that there is no hope of breaking through the realm in this life!

Therefore, while she was complaining, the tips of her black and bright hair were flushed with a hint of red.

At this moment, the frantically spinning wood spirit silk finally formed a ball, and all kinds of messy things attached to it also fell around the green ball.

"Why hasn't there been any movement?" After about half a cup of tea, Miss Su looked at the big turquoise ball that was two feet round and did not move at all, and asked impatiently.

"What's the hurry, he's fine. The middle-aged Lang Zhong looked like an old god, and seemed to see the mystery in the green ball.

Sure enough, before the words fell, the large turquoise ball formed by the rotation and condensation of the wood spirit silk suddenly expanded, extending wider and wider, and finally forming a huge spiritual silk net that covered the sky.

This spiritual wire encompasses the entire village, and the intricate shadows are imprinted on the ground, like a giant prison, cutting off the outside world.

Sadly, this vision only happened in less than ten snaps of a finger, and it frantically converged back to the core.

After the dark green light on the young man's body gradually dissipated, Zhan Feihong's whole body was roaming with nearly forty spiritual veins outside his body, large and small!!

This large number of spiritual veins is like the real pulse of a person, constantly beating!