Looking at Mu Feng, who was like the rebirth of a demon god, Xu Ziping swallowed his saliva, and the seven-star sword in his hand was raised to protect his chest. Except for him, no one realized how strong Mu Feng would be now. A person who is capable of refining qi at the ninth level is in the middle stage of his own fusion, Xu Ziping will not think that he can fight against him alone now. "Are you crazy?" shouted Suzipa. "Everyone, do it quickly, don't leave any more leeway, if you let him run, there will be endless trouble! Don't forget, he has two spiritual roots!"

Hearing the Twin Spirit Roots, everyone was relieved. Yes, if it is an ordinary person, it doesn't matter if the strength of the self-detonating spirit root skyrockets in a short period of time. After all, after a stick of incense at most, he will become a waste person without spiritual roots. But Mu Feng is different, he has dual spirit roots, which is something that everyone knows. If he did, God knows what would have happened.

"Is this the period of fusion? Mu Feng's heart moved, the muscles in the wounds all over his body were closed, and the blood stopped. Of course, this is only temporary, in the early stage of fusion, the spiritual power is combined with the skin and flesh. Mu Feng only controlled his muscles through spiritual power, allowing the wound to recover temporarily.

Looking at the people around him, Mu Feng didn't hit it hard, but his luck fell into the feather body method, and at the same time, he opened up the momentum of subtlety. 'Hum' Mu Feng only felt that his mind was unusually clear. The actions of everyone around him were in his mind.

Moved three feet to the right, and a knife slashed down Mu Feng's left shoulder. Stepping back two feet and letting go of the way, a sword mixed with sword qi stabbed at Mu Feng's chest fell into the air, and the sword qi left the body and shot straight out of the three zhang. Taking a step forward, he just dodged a palm print that smashed in, and the palm print slammed into the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust. As it really is, Mu Feng walked through all kinds of attacks. Seeing that people's scalps are numb, but if there is a little mistake, Mu Feng will be doomed.

The Huolin Sword held in his right hand was still unspent, and he waited for another chance.

Xu Ziping had already lost the look that everything was under control, and he glared at Mu Feng viciously, without blinking his eyes. He regrets, resentment, jealousy, and more often than not, fear. He couldn't do anything but hold on tightly to the seven-star sword that lay across his chest. There was blood dripping from that sword, and that blood was his blood.

Half a pillar of incense, Mu Feng was still the same as before, he didn't try to break through, and he didn't swing even a sword. Everyone had seen the sword he swung during the Qi refining period, but no one knew what kind of light he would have if he swung another sword now. Everyone was on guard and looking forward to this sword, but the Huolin Sword was still dragging on his side, and he couldn't hold it.

The time for a stick of incense is about to pass. The effect of the secret method began to fade, and Mu Feng could clearly feel that the spiritual power that melted into his flesh was dissipating little by little. The wounds that had been stopped by the spiritual power burst open again, and blood flowed out of the wounds, large and small. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, Mu Feng, who was cultivating in the fusion period, gave them too much pressure, not only to ensure that there would be no loopholes in the encirclement, but also to be on guard against Mu Feng's sword at all times. It's really like a year.

At the moment when everyone was relaxed, Mu Feng finally moved. Instead of passively dodging the attack, he took the initiative to take a step forward, and the Huolin Sword that had been holding up at his side bloomed with a red glow in the sky. Everyone was startled and subconsciously wanted to dodge backwards.

When the Hufeng sword came out, no one saw the edge of that sword, except for Xu Ziping. It seems that the whole sky is pressing down, there is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid the feeling.

With this sword, Mu Feng's figure flashed, and finally rushed out!

'Poof!' Su Ziping spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground with his left hand covering his chest. Everyone looked at it together, and they saw that his left hand covering his chest was a blur of flesh and blood, but his thumb was cut off by Mu Feng's sword.

After a long time, someone came over and apologized to the beard. "Today's matter, it was I who waited for carelessness to let that Mu Feng escape. However, that Mu Feng self-detonated spirit root, even if he had dual spirit roots, it must not be so easy to recover. Almost half of the time had passed in the secret realm, and he should only be able to survive in the Qi Refining Tower. Everyone nodded approvingly.

"Su Daoyou is seriously injured, when you take care of your injuries, we won't bother, and the other side doesn't know how far it has progressed. We have to hurry up and take a look, rest assured, once we get it, we will definitely not forget Su Daoyou. After the man said this, he didn't care about Xu Ziping's response, and left in a hurry.

'Poof' Xu Ziping was angry and spit out a mouthful of blood. He naturally knew what they were going to do, seeing that Mu Feng had no hope here, he wanted to hurry to the other side to besiege Meng Hongyi and the others. Although Xu Ziping knew that everyone's words were reasonable, and if he blew up the spirit root, if he didn't die, he could only be a wasted person, even if it was a double spirit root, it would not be possible to pose a threat to him in a short time, but he didn't know why he always felt frightened. It was as if a great calamity was coming over him.

Let's say that Mu Feng broke out of the encirclement, and with the last spiritual power, he took a breath and turned into a streamer and swept towards the north.

If someone looks at the Purple Sun Secret Realm from above, they will find that the entire Secret Realm is actually a huge formation. The Bagua Gathering Spirit Array, the gold, wood, water and fire on the periphery, attacking the eight qi refining towers of the body and mind form the Bagua Gathering Spirit Array, and the center, the Earth Spirit Pagoda and the core area are the two eyes of the formation. The core area is not very large, only ten miles in size, so small that it can be seen through at a glance. However, the entire core area was surrounded by a spiritual storm, which shrouded the core area with a layer of mystery.

With his last breath, Mu Feng rushed towards the Earth Spirit Pagoda with all his might. The distance of hundreds of miles, if you change to an ordinary fusion period monk, it will be at least half an hour. And now, in the case of Mu Feng's reckless overdraft of spiritual power without any scruples, it only took less than a cup of tea. But in the end, it was too badly injured, and as soon as he approached the core area, all the spiritual power in Mu Feng's body was dissipated. "No, you have to find a hidden place to rest" sharpen the knife and cut the wood, although it is only less than a hundred miles away, but in his current state, it is estimated that he can only make food when he encounters the most ordinary beast.

Mu Feng found a mess of grass, first cleaned up the traces of blood and other traces left by himself, and then got into it. Reluctantly mobilized a trace of spiritual power from the second dantian to open the treasure bag, took out all the living and chemical pills on his body, and swallowed them all with his mouth open. It was just the simplest action in ordinary times, and Mu Feng spent half an hour on it, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The meridians can only be described as miserable now, just a trace of spiritual power makes Mu Feng painful. Mu Feng wanted to regain his mobility as soon as possible, and when he left here, he could only be considered truly safe when he arrived at the Qi Refining Tower.

Half an hour later.

"The donor really didn't disappoint the poor monk. A voice rang out suddenly. Hearing this voice, Mu Feng chuckled in his heart, and the whole person curled up like a frightened bird, not daring to move. Mu Feng heard this voice, that Senior Brother Han of the Brahma Sect.

"The poor monk knows that the donor is here, there is no need to hide, I still remember the last time we met, the poor monk once learned a trick and a half with the donor in order to save his junior brother. And it was the poor monk who left a mark on the benefactor's sword. Senior Brother Han said with one hand, and after a little sense, he casually waved out a spiritual power, just enough to lift the messy grass where Mu Feng was hiding.

"The donor met again. Senior Brother Han clasped his hands together.

"Why bother with such a pretense. "The wind is like a flat lake.

"It's not for it, the poor monk respects the ancient talent of the donor, and respects the righteousness of the donor to save his brother. Senior Brother Han saluted again. "The last time we said goodbye, it was only less than a month. Although Daoyou's cultivation has not changed, his combat power is very different, especially that sword. It was really amazing, and the poor monk admired it very much. If the Daoist friend used that sword at the beginning, the poor monk would definitely not have left a mark on the Daoist sword. ”

"Oh, no wonder they are so hypocritical, they originally wanted my swordsmanship. Buddhists say that greed, hatred, and ignorance are the root of the three evils and the root of evil, and the master is not afraid of indulging in life and death and falling into reincarnation forever?"

The donor laughed, whether it is practicing Buddhism or cultivating the Tao, isn't it all about seeking an immortal life? Since it is said that it is open, will the donor give the poor monk a sword technique?" Senior Brother Han never had an expression on his face.

"You say so much, are you sure that you can deal with me? More than fifty people have not been able to kill me, and you are alone?" Mu Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce gaze.

"The donor laughed, I'm afraid you won't be able to swing the sword now. ”

"The sword can't move, but the body can still work. "Mu Feng is tempting.

"By the way, if you can, please ask the donor to give it to the poor monk along with the body. ”

"Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed angrily. "Looks like you've got me covered. I just don't know, if I go there, do you dare to come?" Mu Feng turned his head sideways to look at the circle of spiritual power storms that surrounded the core area.

"The donor is cautious, and many people have verified that this core area is not accessible in the later stage of integration. This circle of spiritual power storm seems to be calm, but it is only because it maintains its own balance, and if you want to enter it, you must bear the spiritual power infusion. Fusion of the three realms of flesh and skin, blood and bones, and tendon and marrow. None of them are indispensable, otherwise only the body will be torn apart and die, and with the benefactor now, he will definitely die if he enters it. If not, the donor will give the token, sword, swordsmanship and body technique to the poor monk, and the poor monk will spare your life. Senior Brother Han said.

"I can't imagine that I didn't die under the siege of dozens of people, but I was planted here, the master didn't think that he would be stupid enough to believe you. Mu Feng looked at Senior Brother Han mockingly. Mu Feng quietly mobilized the spiritual power in the dantian. He could clearly feel the pain of spiritual power flowing through the broken meridians, like a spill of liquor on a wound.

"But you really want a lot, as long as you dare to come along, I will give you everything you want. Mu Feng said to Senior Brother Han. Mobilize the last trace of spiritual power, and rush towards the spiritual power storm ten zhang away.