Immortal power originated from Xiao Ash.

Therefore, when Xiao Ash injected his soul power, Wu Feng became unprecedentedly powerful, surrounded by electric arcs all around him, and his aura swept out.

"Poof!"

The Nine Spirit Ancestor was blasted into the sky with a punch, and the blood of the nine heads spurted wildly at the same time, and his body was obviously extremely damaged.

Even Wu Feng didn't expect that his speed would be so fast.

The Nine Spirit Ancestor stabilized his body in the air, the nine heads opened their mouths, and the lightsaber flew down like a torrential rain again.

The faces of the Spirit Sect were pale, with such a strong attack, I am afraid that I will be cut into meat puree if I get a little bit of it, I am really blinded by lard, why provoke such a terrifying existence!

"It's another trick!"

Wu Feng didn't dodge or dodge, he met the enemy head-on, his spiritual power turned into several palms behind him, each palm held a ball of light, and with a wave of his arm, the ball of light flew out of his hand, stopping all the lightsabers.

The Spirit Sects were dumbfounded again, feeling that the whole person was not good, this, this is blocked?

Can you still take it easy?

"This stinky boy can actually block my Divine Light Flying Sword!?"

The aura of the Nine Spirit Ancestor changed, and the nine heads roared angrily, and the powerful sound waves rippled in the air, destroying the stones and breaking the mountain, and swept towards Wu Feng with the aura of destruction.

This is an ancient sonic technique, which has long been lost, with an extremely wide range of attacks, and its power should not be underestimated, enough to roar and break the heart of the Spirit Sect!

Wu Feng snorted, didn't he just shout, as if no one would.

Instantly learned the opponent's martial arts, he took a sharp breath, his chest cavity bulged, and then a sound wave like a tornado blurted out, sweeping through the trees and flowers, completely canceling out the other party's sound wave.

"Nine Spirit Old Monster, if you have any other tricks, just use them!" Wu Feng turned over and jumped up a hill, pointing to his nose and shouting.

"I'm mad at me!"

Jiuling Ancestor didn't expect this kid to be so difficult, the nine heads all showed angry expressions, and smoke came out of their heads.

Then, it transformed, broke the shackles of its body, and turned into a nine-headed monster more than ten meters high, and the soles of its feet fell, and the ground shook!

The nine heads fought separately, spitting out attacks of different attributes, including water attacks, fire attacks, ice rain, and poisonous mist, all of which smashed towards Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was taken aback, he was not afraid, he was afraid that he would affect the children.

He made a seal with both hands, and an equally tall wooden figure crawled out of the earth, and with a push of his hand, the mountains in front of him collapsed like mounds of earth.

This wooden figure is the largest one that Wu Feng has summoned now, wearing armor, standing tall in the heavens and the earth, exuding a mountain-like aura just by standing still, which makes people breathless.

The wooden man was completely in touch with Wu Feng, and when he saw the attack coming, he raised his shield to resist and resisted with his body.

The explosion was deafening, and under so many attacks of different attributes, the wooden man was badly damaged, and his two arms and head had disappeared.

The Nine Spirits Ancestor took advantage of the situation to pursue, and the nine heads stared at Wu Feng tightly, running at an extremely fast speed.

Suddenly, another wooden figure rose from the ground.

This wooden figure is even more powerful, it is Wu Feng's eighty percent immortal power, wearing heavy armor, with twelve arms, the whole is pitch black, and the texture is extremely hard.

On each arm, there was a sharp sword, and the sharp swords moved in unison, and in the blink of an eye, Nine Spirit Ancestor Jiu was cut off two heads.

"Ahh

It roared angrily, but to no avail, for five wooden figures of the same size emerged from the ground, locking it firmly in place, unable to move.

Wu Feng was panting, he had exhausted all his immortal power, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Now he only retains a little bit of immortal power, which is used to link with the wooden people, and if a spirit sect comes now, he can completely beat him.

The Nine Spirits Ancestor couldn't move, and kept struggling, but the wooden people were not good at stubble, they were not afraid of pain, they only knew how to obey, and they didn't let go no matter how they fought, and five or six wooden people were piled together, forming an absolute cage.

Wu Feng's hands sealed: "Okay, this battle has been fought for a long time, let's end it, it's time to wash your hands and eat......"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, all the wooden figures exploded.

This explosion was really earth-shattering, and the frightened several Spirit Sects almost collapsed on the spot, and their legs were weak.

The wind swept after the explosion, making everyone unable to open their eyes, Wu Feng stood in front of the children and exhaled a long breath.

"It's over, but I'm exhausted......"

Stumbling, Wu Feng leaned on the iron cage, weak, and felt that he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

But he knew that he couldn't sleep yet, so he ran to the center of the explosion with his strong body, caught the rapidly falling ninth-order elixir, and instantly sealed it with immortal power.

The true body of the Nine Spirits Ancestor is actually a thousand-year-old nine-headed ginseng, which was scattered at this time and restored to the size of a palm, with nine whisker branches wrapped around the body, and a big eye blinking viciously in the middle.

"Huh, old monster, are you still not convinced, forget it, anyway, you can't hurt people in the future, and I won't deliberately bully you, just cut some medicine from you......."

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the ground in prostration, chatting with it without saying a word.

Jiuling Old Ancestor almost rolled his eyes angrily, why am I going to cut the flesh from you, are you willing?

Wu Feng ignored it, waved his hand at Sang Lan in the distance, and smiled with his front teeth exposed, indicating that he was fine.

"Brother Wu Feng!" Sang Lan spread his little feet and was about to run.

But at this moment, a big hand suddenly grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

Behind him, a Spirit Sect appeared with a gloomy face, his eyes flashed with extreme greed, and he shouted at Wu Feng in a low voice: "Boy, if you want her to live, hand over the Nine Spirit Ancestor, otherwise, I will pinch her into a pulp!"

"Lao Liu, what nonsense, this kid has no strength, let's go up together and divide the ninth-order elixir equally!" said another Spirit Sect.

But in the ears of everyone, this is purely a fart, although a discerning person knows that Wu Feng's oil is exhausted at a glance, but is the shadow of the battle just now given in vain, what you said is so sure, you are on it, who are you instigating, when we are stupid, aren't we?

However, in the face of immortality and the great increase in strength, the seven people said that it was fake if they were not greedy, and they were ready to move, and at the same time they were eyeing the weak Wu Feng.

The atmosphere begins to be subtle.

Sang Lan's little face was pale, and she felt that her eyes were gloomy, why was she taken hostage again........