When Yang Feng disappeared into the dense forest like a fox like a fox, Yang Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said with a grim face: "Your kid is not bad, but it's a pity that your poor spiritual power is of no use?"

Indeed, Yang Feng is not comparable to Yang Xuan, although he does not have a prominent background, he is naturally strong. He believed in the creed of life: people live to be better than others. Therefore, he looks down on those disciples who live all day long and do not want to make progress, which is simply a blasphemy of life. Therefore, he practiced desperately every day, trying to improve himself, whether it was a high-level spiritual power awakening technique, or an excellent spiritual technique that was not very respected by the Spiritual Illusion Department, he would not refuse. In his eyes, only a fool would pick and choose.

When Yang Inferior finally arrived at the shore of Linghai, he thought that he had finally grasped the straw that saved his life. He was not afraid of the mad dog-like yang wind chasing behind him, because he was born with the blood of a water qilin, even if he escaped into the ditch river covered with water and grass sludge, he could instantly dive two or three meters deep, and dive forward at high speed dozens of miles away with his breath. Therefore, as long as he dives into this deep and vast spiritual sea, the yang wind that has no spiritual power but does not know the slightest bit of water will have no way to take him.

When he was about to jump into the vast spiritual sea like this, his eyes suddenly went dark. He realized that this was not his hallucination, let alone a dizziness, and when he raised his head with difficulty, he saw Yang Feng's slightly vicious face.

In front of him was a black but slightly transparent wall of black spiritual power, which was completely constructed and even controlled by the yang wind.

Yang Inferior was suddenly shocked: "What a Yang Feng, he took care of me early and had excellent water quality, and he actually arranged this impermeable wall of spiritual power in advance to intercept me, which is really sophisticated and vicious." ”

The center of the black wall of spiritual power was like a sharp knife slashing through the surface of the drum, and a hole was slowly broken from the middle up and down. When Yang Inferior thought that Yang Feng was slowly withdrawing the wall of spiritual power to attack him, he slammed into the gap that could accommodate half of his body with all his might. However, what awaited him was indeed a serpentine sword that was filled with spiritual power and resembled a poisonous snake.

He once again saw this nightmarish long sword and the familiar but violent terrifying spiritual power, this time Yang Feng did not have the slightest reservation, and the serpentine spiritual power released from the sword body blocked all the retreats of Yang Inferior like glasses. Then, the serpentine sword's flight trajectory was no longer distorted like the blade of the sword, but struck the yang inferior like lightning.

This time, Yang Inferior was no longer as lucky as before, and was repeatedly cared for by the goddess of luck, his body was directly pierced by the snake sword, his chest was pierced through a hole almost the size of a bowl, and his body was also thrown into the air, turning into a meteor across the silent night sky, but it was as slow as a snowflake, as if it had no weight and fell on the calm surface of the Spirit Sea. After that, it's a silent sinking, and then sinking.

It was as if for the first time Death had stroked the sinking impotence with his withered palm. But the impotence of the past can't be felt, and I can't feel it.

When he sank to the bottom of the sea for more than ten miles, he finally reached the end. His corpse-like body fluttered to the bottom of the sea, in a cave that looked like a whale monster giant mouth. The cave is so dark and tortuous, but the walls of the cave are shining with many gems like night pearls, but up close, they are indeed glowing pearls, pearls are so strange, illuminating the dim cave as if it were day. The impotent body flowed down the sea into a large hall in the cave that suddenly opened up.

The main hall is so magnificent, and the interior style is similar to that of the Pregnant Spirit Island, the largest island in the Divine Islands, but it is not exactly the same. Slightly decorated with the vastness of the sea, the carvings on the pillars in the hall resemble the waves of the sea, and the smooth stone floor is carved with shell-like patterns. The two complement each other so well.

At this time, a beautiful girl was strolling in the hall, and the girl's gentle face was full of heroism. A fiery red dress set off her full figure. The maiden is like a wild lily that suddenly blooms in a flame.

When she saw the dying man who was washed by the sea and washed to the door of the temple with a huge wound on his body, she couldn't help but lose her face and exclaimed.