After all, there is a gap in the realm of spiritual power cultivation, and the divine consciousness is limited in this mist, and when Zhan Mufeng reacts, the white net has suddenly been covered.

The white shadow seemed to be extremely confident, and as soon as he made a move, he suddenly flashed quickly, dragging the white net that was holding the herding wind and flew away like lightning in the depths of the mist.

The change is abrupt, and Zhan Mufeng is surprised, and the response is also very fast.

"I want Yin Xiaoye, I want to be beautiful!"

I saw that in an instant, with Zhan Mufeng himself as the center, a circle of powerful aura spread vigorously, and he immediately wanted to shatter the white net.

However, Zhan Mufeng overestimated his own strength, but underestimated the flexibility of this white net.

Let Zhan Mufeng's body be like a tide, a wave stronger than a wave of air waves that are enough to open the mountain and crack the rocks, bombarding this light and fluttering white net that seems to be weak, this dense white net is not exposed at all.

"Oops! What's going on!"

In desperation, Zhan Mufeng had no choice but to protect his whole body with his aura, and propped up the white net five steps away from his body.

"Little mole ant, it is simply wishful thinking to want to break my divine mink skynet!"

The Spirit Emperor Realm existence watched Zhan Mufeng struggle desperately, and a contemptuous voice sounded.

This voice made Zhan Mufeng angry and angry.

A loud shout.

"Break it for me!"

Zhan Mufeng's left palm slashed out, turning into an aura sword with a blow knife and cutting at the white net.

The white net was bent by the aura sword, but it still couldn't be broken, and it still couldn't be cut after dozens of cuts.

"Childish!" the Spirit Emperor Realm existence looked playfully at Zhan Mufeng in the net, as if looking at a playful prey.

"Abyssal Flame!"

Zhan Mufeng roared, the size of a soybean oil, and the dark light flickered, like a little netherworld ghost fire from the endless dark abyss, the endless demon hell, with endless strength and gloom in the poignant.

Although the momentum of this abyssal fire is not large, it is extremely powerful.

Once the spirit core of a Spirit King Realm spirit beast was burned to ashes in front of this abyss fire, and it didn't last until it took thirteen breaths.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

In the face of this abyssal fire, the white net is really vulnerable.

After only holding on for ten breaths, a large hole was burned.

The white shadow seemed to be in pain, and immediately put away the white net.

Zhan Mufeng snorted coldly and stood proudly on the spot.

"Oh, little mole ant, it's just a mere Spirit King realm cultivator, and he can actually break the divine mink sky net of this god mink? Hehe, there are two hits! However, your ability ends here, and this god mink will make you pay the price of blood!"

The voice of the existence of the Spirit Emperor Realm sounded again, and this voice turned out to come from the mouth of a white sable with a silver white body and a long beard under the jaw.

Between the words, the sable has a sharp upper jaw and a lower jaw, and it looks very cute.

But this turned out to be a white sable cultivated in the Spirit Emperor Realm!

Zhan Mufeng was stunned, but he didn't expect this net to be cast by a white mink.

Hearing that the white sable was unforgiving, Zhan Mufeng sneered twice, and said very disdainfully: "I thought how high the realm of the Spirit Emperor Realm was, but it turned out to be just a little beast who bullied people!"

The white sable looked Zhan Mufeng up and down, and said angrily: "Little mole ant, I don't know how thick the sky is! Do you know that there was once a strong man of the Spirit Emperor of the Holy Pearl Academy who died here without a place to be buried! That is the handwriting of this god mink!"

Zhan Mufeng grinned, pretending to be surprised, and said with a smile: "Spirit Emperor Realm Fivefold, little white cat, aren't you afraid of laughing off other people's big teeth, what kind of cultivation are you? Don't mess with green onions in your nostrils, okay?"

"What do you mean? What is a green onion?" asked the white sable fox suspiciously, although the white sable has a lifespan of hundreds or even thousands of years now, but after all, it does not eat the fireworks of the world, and really does not know what green onions are.

Zhan Mufeng snorted, almost squirted out, and smiled leisurely: "Green onions, it's a kind of decoration." That is to say, you are already very beautiful, charming, enchanting and sassy, and you can already attract a lot of male mink and male mink, there is no need to dress up anymore, haha!"

The white sable squeaked a few times, felt that his pride had been humiliated, became angry, and shouted angrily: "Since you don't want to live, the mink will fulfill you!"

After speaking, the white light flashed, and the white sable immediately flew towards Zhan Mufeng, and the coercion of the Spirit Emperor Realm was strongly covered.

Zhan Mufeng flew and dodged.

You must know that when Zhan Mufeng's cultivation was still in the realm of the Spirit Master, he could escape in the hands of the Spirit Emperor's fourfold quicksand corpse demon, not to mention that the cultivation in front of him was already higher, and it was only in front of a spirit emperor and a heavy sable.

Zhan Mufeng is confident that he can fight.

Looking at the puffing white mink, Zhan Mufeng grinned and said: "Who said that the master doesn't want to live anymore! The ants are still stealing life, not to mention that the master is a dignified young hero! haha!"

The white sable looked at Zhan Mufeng, and the anger in his eyes was even worse, but he stopped talking, and after a while, he actually closed his eyes.

After a long time, the sable slowly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, anger turned into fear, and with a whoosh, the white light flashed away - the sable actually ran away.

"You, the Spirit King Realm Mole Ant, have such an unfathomable spiritual power technique, this God Mink can't do anything about you, but as long as this God Mink spreads this news, you don't have enough to die even if you have 10,000 lives, ahahahaha..."

The white sable can cultivate from a weak cute pet to a heavy anti-heaven existence of the Spirit Emperor, and the scheming ghost is also difficult to estimate.

Zhan Mufeng instinctively chuckled in his heart, he didn't use any of the exercises among the Great Thunder God Arrow, the Abyss Purification Spring, the Glazed Battle Tower, and the Six-Winged Blood Angel, could it be that the Abyss Hellfire exposed the attributes of spiritual power?

At this moment, Zhan Mufeng realized the seriousness of the problem, and with a flicker, he chased after him with great speed.

At this moment, Zhan Mufeng was still confident that with his own strength, he would be able to defeat the white sable of the Spirit Emperor Realm!

Even kill!

However, even if Zhan Mufeng chased millions of steps, there was still a white fog as far as the eye could see, where was there still a trace of a sable?

Zhan Mufeng gritted his teeth, and his divine sense was exuded with all his might, wanting to search for clues about the sable.

At this moment, without warning, Zhan Mufeng suddenly felt that his head hurt for no reason, like an extremely delicate needle prick piercing his mind.

Knowing the sea attack?

Zhan Mufeng experienced a similar thrill on Mu Ruwuqiang's territory, coupled with his study in the Holy Pearl Academy, so that Zhan Mufeng had a certain understanding of the sea.

It's just that the Zhihai Attack is still a legendary existence in the Holy Pearl Academy, and it only appears in the powerful travelogue materials of the past dynasties that are almost like wild history, and it is said that this is a means that can only be possessed by supreme power, which is almost legendary.

However, having experienced it, Zhan Mufeng knows that this is true.

Although, he is also very reluctant to encounter it.

Because the invincible existence in the depths of the eyebrows does not belong to the exhibition of pastoral style after all.

Not to mention the transfer of the will of the herding style, it is almost ineffective.

Except for occasionally passing on one or two sets of god-level exercises, he doesn't communicate with himself at all the rest of the time.

At the critical moment, whether the spirit is still ineffective or not, this is a bottomless question of the pastoral style.

Moreover, he didn't expect to meet him in this ghost wood forest, and he wasn't even prepared for it in the slightest.

However, Zhan Mufeng did not have the slightest fear.

Almost instantaneous, almost instinctively reacted, Zhan Mufeng's whole body will guard his eyebrows, his consciousness entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and his body and mind were ethereal.

After a pinprick-like sting, Zhan Mufeng felt that his mind seemed to be invaded by an external will.

This will, sharp, domineering, exudes a coercion that is a thousand times more powerful than the aura of a ghost baby, ten thousand times, this is a terrifying will existence.

However, compared to the mysterious existence in the depths of Zhan Mufeng's eyebrows, it is still too much inferior.

It's just a world of mud, the difference between emperors and beggars.

This made Zhan Mufeng even more firm in his belief in the mysterious existence of the eyebrows.

This foreign will seems to be a bully and hooligan who broke into the boudoir of a good girl, and as soon as he broke into Zhan Mufeng's sea of knowledge, he quickly wanted to squeeze out all of Zhan Mufeng's cognition, and it seemed that even Zhan Mufeng's memory had to be forcibly erased.

"I can actually fight with my little white mink, it seems that this young man has good qualifications. But, from now on, this body will be my puppet from now on, ahahaha..."

The high-pitched, shrill voice seemed to be secretly proud of its success.

Before this, this will was hidden here, and a large number of puppets had been secretly concocted.

It's almost the same routine every time.

The will invades the cultivator's mind, forcibly erases the memory in the cultivator's mind, and then the will withdraws, leaving only a trace of unnoticed thoughts in the depths of the puppet consciousness sea, secretly controlling the puppet to die for himself.

This consciousness is arrogant in the sea of knowledge of Zhan Mufeng, and Zhan Mufeng is naturally listening to every word and sentence.