Inside the entire temple, the black fog was shrouded, the line of sight was blocked, and they couldn't see each other clearly at all, coupled with this gloomy aura, the pressure on everyone's hearts was not small.

"Back to back, don't take it lightly!"

Elder Li was afraid that there would be another bombing, so he ordered.

The disciples of the Tianji Sect were all back to back, gathered together, and looked around vigilantly.

"Hahaha...... You're here after all! “

Suddenly, a burst of arrogant laughter rang out, and then the black fog in the entire hall instantly dissipated. Everyone's vision also brightened up all of a sudden.

As the black mist dissipated, everyone saw that on both sides of the temple, there were many corpses hanging on both sides, some of which were almost white bones, and some of which were very fresh.

In the center, on a beam, hung three people, three women in red dresses, one of whom seemed to be only in his teens.

The faces of the three women were pale, their heads hanging weakly, obviously dead, and not for long. Under the three women, there was something similar to a copper tripod, I don't know what it was, bursts of black gas came out, and the smell was very unpleasant.

Seeing this, anger appeared on everyone's faces. Xiao Ya's face was even more angry, her face was pale, and she trembled, and she didn't let go of the teenage children, she was simply not human!

In this hell-like place, dare you call it a temple?

It's an insult to the word temple.

Ling Feng hugged Ling Xiaoning and covered Ling Xiaoning's eyes with one hand, preventing her from seeing the terrifying scene in front of her.

At this time, Ling Feng's eyes were filled with a cold murderous aura, and the aura on his body instantly skyrocketed, such a killing, this Yin Shirong should be damned, damn ten thousand times!

Ling Feng's teeth chattered, and the light in his eyes pointed directly at Yin Shirong.

Yin Shirong was wrapped in a black robe at this time, with a hat on his head, and the whole person fell into darkness, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but this Yin Shirong was not afraid at all when he saw Ling Feng, but said with a gloomy smile: "You come to my temple, then don't think about leaving any of them, it just so happens that I use you people to practice!" “

After Yin Shirong finished speaking, he slowly got up, took off his hat, and revealed his appearance, at this time Ling Feng saw clearly that this guy's face was full of scars, like a crawling centipede, and a bun was coiled on the top of his head, just like an old man.

"Today, this is your burial place!"

Ling Feng handed Ling Xiaoning to Xiao Ya and let Xiao Ya hold it, and then his eyes were slightly condensed. The murderous aura on his body instantly filled the entire temple.

Yin Shirong looked at Ling Feng, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and between the waves of his palm, something flew out of the copper tripod, and it fell into Yin Shirong's hand.

"I don't know if this is my burial place, but none of you want to leave anyway!"

After Yin Shirong finished speaking, he directly put the flute in his mouth and played it slowly.

At first, the flute was melodious, and there was nothing special about it.

However, with the sound of the flute, the black fog inside the temple began to rise again, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Outside the temple, the disciples of the Earth Pole Sect walked in in an orderly manner with weapons in hand, each with red eyes, as if they were robots.

These Earth Pole Sect disciples surrounded Ling Feng and them in the middle, and they did not move, as if they were listening to Yin Shirong's command.

Ling Feng found at a glance that these people from the Earth Pole Gate had long since lost their souls, and now they were like walking corpses, completely obeying Yin Shirong's dispatch, and the order to dispatch them was the bone flute.

"This ...... Is this the Evoker Flute? Yin Shirong actually practiced this soul-summoning ghost flute with the soul of a disciple of the Diji Sect? It's crazy! “

Elder Li looked at the bone flute in Yin Shirong's hand, and when he looked at the disciples of the Earth Pole Gate who were like walking corpses, he instantly understood.

"Hahaha...... You know what to do, it's too late, and today I'll let you know what it's like to be miserable! “

Yin Shirong laughed and immediately blew the bone flute again. This time, the tune was sharp and harsh, making everyone feel as if their heads had exploded, and their bodies shook and they were unsteady on their feet.

And those disciples of the Earth Pole Sect, when they heard this tune, their eyes were red and they raised their weapons alof.

"Kill ......"

Killing and shaking the sky, the bodies of those disciples of the Earth Pole Gate, like zombies, began to attack the people of the Heaven Pole Gate.

"Xiao Ya, take Mr. Ling away, these disciples of the Earth Pole Sect are no longer human, they are just walking corpses, they are not afraid of death at all, it will be too late if they don't leave!"

Elder Li struggled to keep himself awake and yelled at Xiao Ya.

"Ling Feng, let's go!"

Xiao Ya hugged Ling Xiaoning and pulled Ling Feng by the hand.

However, Ling Feng didn't move, but looked at Yin Shirong coldly, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a sharp sound came out of Ling Feng's mouth.

This sound was like thunder on a sunny day, exploding violently, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions, directly covering the sound of Yin Shirong's flute.

There is no flute. Those disciples of the Earth Pole Gate all stopped, standing there motionless, and after being swept by the sound waves, the bodies of all the Earth Pole Sect disciples began to slowly crack, and finally all of them turned into blood foam, which was shattered.

And that Yin Shirong looked shocked. The bone flute in his hand was about to blow again, but the bone flute made a clicking sound, and finally became a pile of broken bones, and Yin Shirong himself was shocked to the point of spitting blood.

Ling Feng closed his mouth, the sound wave disappeared, and the entire temple was filled with flesh and blood.

"I told you, this is where you are buried!"

Ling Feng slowly walked towards Yin Shirong, today Yin Shirong will die!

"Are you so naïve to really think that I only have this means?"

Yin Shirong's eyes widened, and he directly took out a dagger from his body, which was about three inches long. The pitch black was incomparably dull at all, and the dagger was covered with black mist, with a hint of yin energy.

"Artifact?"

Ling Feng looked at the dagger that Yin Shirong had taken out, his eyes condensed slightly.

He didn't expect that Yin Shirong, a monk in the foundation building period, would have a magic weapon on his body, and looking at the dagger being extremely black, it should be caused by absorbing a lot of yin qi.

A weapon can only absorb the breath of the outside world after it is a magic weapon, and ordinary copper and iron weapons do not have this ability, but on top of magic weapons. It is a spirit weapon, a treasure weapon, an immortal weapon, an artifact and so on!

When Ling Feng was in the immortal realm, he used treasure weapons, and his master used immortal weapons.

Now on this earth, magic weapons can still be seen, which makes Ling Feng feel a little surprised.

"I didn't expect you kid to have a little knowledge, since you know that it's a magic weapon, then obediently suffer death!"

Yin Shirong smiled fiercely, and with a slam under his feet, the hard ground instantly cracked open the cracks of the Dao, and the dagger in his hand was agitated, and bursts of yin wind accompanied by murderous aura came straight towards Ling Feng.

The others felt the aura on this dagger, and their faces all changed greatly, and the constant hind legs, the aura emitted by a magic weapon was not something they could bear.

The endless yin wind qi, without the slightest pause, roared towards Ling Feng, and behind that yin wind was the dagger that was as black as ink.

Looking at Yin Shirong who rushed over, the corners of Ling Feng's mouth hooked up a touch. There was a sneer in his eyes.

Just after the yin wind blew in front of Ling Feng, Ling Feng suddenly opened his mouth, like a frog named it, Ling Feng actually sucked all the yin wind into his body.

At this time, Yin Shirong also came to Ling Feng and sucked himself away from Ling Feng. Yin Shirong felt very surprised, but now he couldn't care about it so much, he had already arrived in front of Ling Feng, only if he stabbed Ling Feng with a dagger, Ling Feng couldn't run, this dagger was fed by him with a yin spirit.

But just as the dagger in Yin Shirong's hand swung towards Ling Feng's neck. Ling Feng grabbed it with his right hand, and he directly grabbed the dagger in Yin Shirong's hand with his hand.

You must know that Yin Shirong is holding a magic weapon, which looks dark and dull, but in fact it is extremely sharp, sharpening iron like clay!

Now Ling Feng actually relied on a pair of meat hands. Caught the dagger.

Yin Shirong was shocked, and suddenly twitched, wanting to pull out the dagger, but found that he couldn't pull it out at all.

Seeing that he couldn't pump at all, Yin Shirong gritted his teeth, and the black mist above the dagger began to rapidly erode Ling Feng's hand.

This is Yin Qi, this dagger is fed by the Yin Spirit, the sword body is full of Yin Qi, now Ling Feng directly touched the dagger with the palm of his hand, Yin Shirong released the Yin Qi on the dagger, and directly invaded Ling Feng's body.

Although in this way, this dagger needs to be fed again, but Yin Shirong is still very happy to be able to use Yin Qi to invade Ling Feng's body, making Ling Feng a puppet.

As the yin qi became more and more, Ling Feng's hand began to turn black, and when Yin Shirong saw this, he directly let go of his hand and retreated backwards.

Seeing that Yin Shirong had retreated, Ling Feng took the dagger and looked at it carefully, and directly put the dagger in his pocket.

And turning a blind eye to the directly blackened hands, there is no worry at all.

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