"Wonderful handsome, the terrain here is really good, like a natural cave. I think it's nice to have this place as your tomb. There was no one else, and Hurd no longer hid the killing intent in his heart.

"I appreciate your kindness, I can't afford it here. However, you can be buried here, and thousands of years have made you inseparable from each other. Miao Junfeng touched the stone pillar beside him with his hand and knocked on the hard surface.

"Hehe, I'll give it to you! Look at how good the stone is here! Hurd smiled. However, with his smile, the stone pillars suddenly turned into giant rock pythons.

The rock python's eyes shimmered scarlet blood, and its stone body made a "click" sound as it swam.

The sound was not good, as if a human skeleton had been shattered little by little.

"Psychological warfare didn't work for me. It's okay for these big guys to use to watch the door, but if you really want them to fight, I think you're doing them a disservice! ”

Miao Junfeng flicked his fingers, and a red dot split into dozens of red needles in midair. The needle broke through the air, bringing out a thin red mark. Immediately afterward, the sound of "poof" sounded in the empty hall, and the rock python let out a painful groan in hindsight.

"Bang Bang Bang" broke Hurd's control, and the rock python could only obediently turn back into a stone pillar again. It's just that this stone pillar can no longer be given life, and can only stand here quietly, becoming a witness of the years.

The vicissitudes of the sea, the years have changed, and the world in front of you has become a desert of wind and sand.

Miao Junfeng stood alone in the middle of the desert, accompanied only by the whistling hot wind and the drifting sand and dust on the ground.

"Hurd, I know that illusion is your bloodline's mastery. Profound illusions can make people die in the world of illusions. But do you think the illusion you are using at me now can make me lose here, and make me kill myself? ”

Hurd didn't answer Miao Junfeng, but he answered Miao Junfeng in another way.

The clear sky was becoming overcast, and the speed of the hot wind was accelerating. The dust, which had only drifted on the ground, began to climb rapidly. Sandstorm, the tyrant of the desert, has no emotions and likes to destroy everything he sees.

Miao Junfeng's body was swept into mid-air after the sandstorm. The grit hit his face painfully. The tearing sensation made the muscles up and down his body feel like they were being cut.

Despite this, Miao Junfeng still looks calm. "Hurd, do you think this would work? Knowing that it is an illusion, even if it has a real sense of pain, what can it do? ”

"Miao Junfeng, since you know that there is a real feeling of pain, it means that what you have experienced is real. Believe it or not, if you continue like this, you will really die here. Hurd's voice echoed high in the air, solemn and majestic.

"Is this necessary? Make yourself like the Creator. I don't want to waste any more time with you here, I'm here. Miao Junfeng raised his hand and made a move, and the golden sword of the Ming King appeared in his hand.

A golden light of "huh" was waved lightly like that.

With a "click", the sky was torn open by the sword light. There was a burst of falling objects from the sky, and the sky turned into solid pieces and fell straight down from the sky.

The sandstorms are gone, and the sky is gone. All that remains is the black world and the icy earth.

"It's quite resistant! So what if so? Miao Junfeng raised his hand again and swung his sword.

This time, the sword light was not towards the sky, but towards the ground.

After a slight "poof", the scene in front of Miao Junfeng's eyes changed to the previous hall again.

Looking at Hurd's injured left arm, Miao Junfeng said with a smile: "I told you not to be reckless, I didn't listen." Now it's all right! ”

"Miao Junfeng, I didn't expect your cultivation to reach the Four Realms of True Immortals. I already value you very much, but I never thought that I would underestimate you. I'm not going to underestimate you anymore, and you're ready to accept Death's invitation! ”

Miao Junfeng didn't answer, he knew what was going on with his True Immortal Four Realms. If you don't have the Ming King Sword, your strength will be the True Immortal Three Realms at most. If you are summoning the Qilin Seal, your strength will be able to reach the Five Realms of True Immortals.

But whether it is the Four Realms of True Immortals or the Five Realms of True Immortals, the two partners who have been cultivated by themselves to become acquired spiritual treasures need to provide a steady stream of immortal support.

If he is not enough in the future, his strength will quickly fall back to the Three Realms of True Immortals. Only when they evolve into innate spirit treasures will this deficiency be filled.

Blood-colored thunder and lightning echoed in the hall, and the blood-colored wind mixed with the howl of the ghost crying god constantly surrounded Miao Junfeng.

Confusion, irritability, bloodthirstiness, numbness and other negative emotions constantly erode the world of Miao Junfeng's sea knowledge.

"Click, bang!" A bolt of thunder and lightning fell on Miao Junfeng.

Blood Mines have no purifying power and no destructive power. Looking at the momentum, in fact, it can only pollute people's hearts.

Miao Junfeng was unmoved, and while guarding the sea of consciousness with the Qilin Seal, he mobilized the power of divine consciousness that could be mobilized at the moment, and laid a layer of perception area one foot around him.

There was a "ding" sound, like a coin falling to the ground. A hair-thin strand of hair enters the perceptual zone.

"Huh!" A sword slashed, Miao Junfeng was waiting for this. He didn't believe that Hurd was a decent man, and that he would definitely use the conspiracy tricks.

"Ding, ding, ding...", more and more strands of hair enter the perceptual area. The speed at which the sword of the Ming King danced was also getting faster and faster. In the end, in the place where Miao Junfeng was a foot around, a visual feast of gold and red was staged.

"Burn!" Miao Junfeng shouted.

A spark can start a prairie fire, and a little spark develops into a prairie fire under the nourishment of the bloody wind and rain.

Thunder and lightning purify evil, and fire burns evil. What's more, the flame released by Miao Junfeng is earth fire.

The wind deflected again, and Hurd's advantage gradually turned into a disadvantage after the appearance of the earthfire. He didn't understand how a mere flame could incinerate his own bloodstained law.

When manpower is poor, will the fairy power be infinite? Maybe endlessly, but not now. Miao Junfeng turned the situation around, but he consumed two-thirds of his immortal power.

It was obviously impossible to use the remaining one-third of immortal power to fight or even kill Hurd.

One word remembers, "Drag." "Hurd's situation is not much better. He wants to buy time to recover, doesn't he want to?

"Miao Junfeng, do you think you can defeat me? I feel that you are weak, and I feel that I can destroy you completely with just a little more force! Hurd gave Miao Junfeng a grim smile.

"You're smiling so ugly. The face that was originally unfolded becomes wrinkled under your smile. All right! I admit that you and I are evenly matched, but what does this mean?

The outcome of a battle depends not only on strength, but also on many other factors. I feel like these winning factors will be more and more biased in my favor in the next fight. ”

"Oh? Is it? Then I'll see! Hurd narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that the handsome wind was like the end of a strong crossbow. Now the words are just to confuse himself and give him courage.

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