"The low-level magic seal is so difficult?"

Yi Feng's brows furrowed, although the soul seal also had a high-level one, but he didn't know how difficult it was to break the high-level magic seal soul seal.

However, Zhou Yunluo's low-level magic seal is much more difficult to break than a low-level soul seal.

He carefully controlled the power of the Zulei inscription, and increased his strength against the magic seal.

In Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space, he couldn't help but be careless, and if there was a slight mistake, Zhou Yunluo's life would be lost.

As if sensing a threat, the magic seal emitted a pitch-black light again, and after the thunder and lightning touched the pitch-black light, it seemed to be absorbed.

"This shouldn't be a low-level magic seal, but a high-level magic seal!" Yi Feng groaned.

I think this magic seal was not planted by Chen Ying, the city lord here, it should be the masterpiece of Zhou Yunluo or the rest of the Zhou family.

In order not to hurt Zhou Yunluo, Yi Feng controlled the Zu Lei inscription to increase his strength little by little.

Under the incessant bombardment of Zulei's inscription, the light around the fist-sized magic seal dimmed.

At this time, Zhou Yunluo's face had become distorted because of the pain.

"Hold on a little longer, and you'll be fine right away!"

Yi Feng continued to attack the Demon Seal, and the light of the Demon Seal became more and more dim.

Although it would be painful to choose to wear down the Demon Mark Zhou Yunluo like this, it was also the safest method.

After all, Zu Lei's inscription is too domineering, and if it is not controlled well, it may destroy Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space.

"Damn, how could it be the breath of the ancestral inscription!"

In the fading magic seal, a soul fluctuation suddenly emanated, although it was faint, but Yi Feng felt it.

"Who are you!"

Yi Feng was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there would be consciousness in the magic seal.

The pitch-black magic seal suddenly dodged Yi Feng's attack, and slowly transformed into a person's phantom in Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space.

"You're damned!!—You're actually running to ruin my good deeds!" The phantom confronted Yi Feng.

Yi Feng frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You are a high-level magic seal?"

"Hehe! High-level Demon Seal?" Phantom sneered and said, "How can there be a low-level and high-level Demon Seal, don't compare me with that low-level thing!"

Yi Feng pondered for a moment and said, "So, you are a demon general?"

"Human boy, you know too much, die!"

That phantom suddenly shone brightly, and the pitch-black demonic qi swept towards Yi Feng like a monstrous wave.

Yi Feng was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and just as he was about to attack the phantom, the phantom sneered: "The power of your ancestral inscription is too domineering, this destructive power will kill this person!"

Yi Feng's movements froze, and the aura of destruction in the Zulei inscription was indeed too domineering, and if he was not careful, it could destroy Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space.

In Yi Feng's stunned moment, the monstrous demonic energy had swept in, and Yi Feng could only rely on the thunder and lightning protection of the ancestral thunder inscription, but the strength was not too great.

Under the attack of demonic energy, Yi Feng's figure in Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space became a little fainter.

The pitch-black phantom laughed wildly, and the demonic qi attacked Yi Feng in waves.

"I really can't imagine that the owner of the ancestral inscription would be such a weak and powerless person!" The laughter of the dark phantom was full of pleasure with raising his eyebrows.

Yi Feng was blocking the attack of the demonic qi while thinking about how to deal with it.

If it continues, he will be wiped out by the Illusion.

"In this way, there is no so-called high-level magic seal, the so-called high-level magic seal, which is to implant the mark of your demon general into the body of the martial artist?"

Yi Feng thought of the situation of Mo Yan, when he was in the Qin family, Mo Yan was occupied by that demonic demon.

His voice became colder and colder, and he said, "Are you using the martial artist as a container?"

"The owner of the ancestral inscription, you are very smart, today, you can't be left!"

At the feet of the phantom, the pitch-black demonic qi gradually spread, and it turned out to be about to erode Zhou Yunluo's entire spiritual space.

"It's a pity, but I can only do it in advance!"

Yi Feng's face changed, and he controlled the ancestral thunder inscription to resist the erosion of demonic energy.

"Owner of the Ancestral Inscription, if you allow this destructive power to rage, this person will be killed by you!"

The ancestral thunder inscription was gradually suppressed by the demonic qi, it was not that the ancestral thunder inscription was not strong enough, but that Yi Feng did not dare to urge all his strength, for fear of hurting Zhou Yunluo.

The confrontation between Yi Feng and the phantom in Zhou Yunluo's mental space made Zhou Yunluo extremely painful, and in the stone prison, Zhou Yunluo fell to the ground with his head in his hands and rolled.

On the other side, Feng Xinyu came to the third floor of the tavern with a blue face, where there was only one room, and when she walked to the door, she knocked on the door.

"Come in. ”

On the other side of the door, a faint voice came from the room.

Hearing this, Feng Xin pushed the door in, and the furnishings of the room were extremely simple, except for a simple wooden bed, in the center of the room, there was a table.

In the room, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a wooden bed with his eyes slightly closed, his breathing showing an extremely regular feeling.

"Master, have I disturbed you?" Feng Xin said softly, in front of this man, she was a good girl.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and saw Feng Xinyu, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Heartwhisper, what's the matter?"

Feng Xinyu showed a sad expression on his face, and told the middle-aged man about Zhou Yunluo, the stone prison.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face became solemn.

"You're saying that Level 4 Inscriptionist is in the stone prison right now?"

Feng Xinyu nodded and said, "I was a little careless, I originally sealed his cultivation, but I didn't expect him to be a fourth-level inscription master." I can't break that formation!"

"Let's go, take me to have a look!" The middle-aged man's voice revealed a hint of nervousness.

Feng Xinyu also knew the seriousness of the situation, Zhou Yunluo was an important means for them to deal with the city lord, if something happened to him, then it would be a big trouble!

In the stone prison, Zhou Yunlu stopped struggling, his dirty face was about to twist together because of the great pain.

He struggled to his feet, then sat cross-legged.

In Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space, Yi Feng controlled the thunder and lightning of the ancestral thunder inscription to guard the last bit of space.

The rest of the space was eroded by pitch-black demonic energy.

Although he knew that if all the spiritual space was eroded by demonic qi, Zhou Yunluo would also die, but he still couldn't fight back with all his might.

"Die!" the phantom also dispersed, blending into the demonic energy.

The demonic energy of the entire spiritual space was like a monstrous wave in the sea, and the last space that Yi Feng guarded was like a boat struggling in the huge waves.

As if in the next moment, it will sink!

"What the hell is there to do!" Yi Feng was secretly anxious in his heart, if he still had the ancestral wood inscription, he didn't have to be afraid at all, as long as he used the ancestral wood inscription to protect Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space, then the ancestral thunder inscription could attack unscrupulously.

Just when Yi Feng was thinking hard about the method, he heard Zhou Yunluo's faint voice.

"Young master, don't take care of me, do your best to wipe out that demon!" Although Zhou Yunluo's voice was weak, it revealed firmness.

As if knowing that Yi Feng was still hesitating, Zhou Yunluo said eagerly: "Young Master, if my spiritual space is invaded, I will definitely die, if you destroy him, I still have a chance of life!"

"Young master, destroy that demon, you are saving me!"

Zhou Yunluo's voice gradually disappeared.

"Die!"

In the demonic aura of the entire spiritual space, an arrogant voice came out.

Yi Feng took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Yunluo, you have to hold on!"

Yi Feng's mind moved, and the ancestral thunder inscription suspended on Zhou Yunluo's head vibrated violently, and then turned into a streamer, and finally imprinted on Zhou Yunluo's forehead.

A mysterious thunder and lightning rune appeared on Zhou Yunluo's forehead, gradually suppressing the pitch-black magic seal.

In Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space, Yi Feng's body suddenly thundered and lightning, like a smart little snake-like thunderbolt, and gradually, the thunder and lightning began to invade the pitch-black demonic qi.

In the pitch-black demonic aura, the phantom made a somewhat panicked voice: "You want to kill him?"

Yi Feng raised his head slightly, his gaze stared at the demonic qi, and said, "I don't want to kill him, but kill you!"

Yi Feng's hands were sealed, and the thunder and lightning converged into a thunder and lightning storm, and the power of destruction began to rage.

The lightning touched the pitch-black demonic energy and quickly disintegrated it!

"Boy, do you really want this man to die?"

Yi Feng sneered: "If you erode his spiritual space, he will also die, then why not give it a go and destroy you first!"

The thunder and lightning mark on Zhou Yunluo's forehead shone brightly, and the thunder and lightning raged in his mental space.

In a few breaths, the thunder and lightning of the Zulei inscription broke through half of the demonic qi.

The domineering of Zulei's inscription can be imagined.

"I'll fight with you!"

The phantom became panicked, controlling the demonic qi and actually attacking towards Zhou Yunluo's spiritual space.

Yi Feng's face changed, and the phantom dog jumped off the wall in a hurry, wanting to directly obliterate Zhou Yunluo and occupy his body.

"Yunluo, whether you can survive or not depends on your creation!"

Yi Feng's handprint changed, and in the silver-white thunderbolt, a purple thunderbolt suddenly appeared, and with the appearance of the purple thunderbolt, the power of destruction was even more terrifying!

"What kind of ancestral inscription is this!" In the demonic aura, the phantom screamed in horror!

After a few breaths, the thunderbolt cleared the demonic energy of the entire spiritual space, and forced the phantom into the corner.

However, the state of Zhou Yunluo's mental space was not optimistic, although Yi Feng tried his best to control it carefully, but under the destructive power of the Zulei inscription, it was still seriously damaged.

Eventually, the phantom had a fist-sized sigil, glowing faintly in the corner.

"Don't kill me, you can do whatever you want me to do!" A frightened voice came from the magic seal.

Yi Feng pointed out and said lightly: "I want you to disappear!"

Silvery thunder and lightning shrouded the pitch-black magic seal, and after a scream, the magic mark disappeared completely.