"Ruori, how's it going?"

"Master, I used poison, it doesn't seem to work."

"Even black blood poison is useless." The beauty frowned slightly.

In this hanging garden, there are only these two women.

Hearing this, Ruori nodded, "Yes." ”

"Feng Zuo Envoy." The beauty spoke coldly.

The words fell, and I felt a gust of wind in the air, and then an old figure slowly fell.

An old man quickly revealed, wearing a black robe, and bowed to the beauty, "Hear the Lord." ”

Wen Xiang Zhiyue waved his hand and threw down a black iron order, and spoke: "This son has become a climate, so it must be eradicated." ”

"Yes." Feng Zuo's envoy picked up the black iron order and bowed to retire.

After leaving the Hanging Garden, he went straight to the small courtyard where Wang Ling was.

Since he had been promoted to the fifth level of life for many years, he had enough confidence in this mission, even if the other party advanced to the fifth level of life, below the same level, he would not be his opponent.

Because he has been stuck in this realm for too long, if he encounters it, it is exactly the opponent he longs to meet.

Therefore, killing people is not enough for this envoy to be left behind.

Wang Ling was in the secret room, carefully feeling the changes in the power of consciousness in his body, and the power of his consciousness, specifically the soul, was almost like two people compared to the beginning.

It was like stepping into a big realm, if he met the old man last time, Wang Ling felt that he could easily deal with it.

The transformation of the soul was an opportunity for him.

But seeing that his body flashed, a cloud of energy left his body, and after a while, a young man who was exactly like him was already standing in place.

"Consciousness incarnates." Wang Ling's eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at the shape-shifting body.

This body is not much different from him in terms of breath and appearance, and if you don't really fight, I'm afraid you won't be able to recognize him.

As Wang Ling's mind moved, the shape-shifting body had already left the secret room and came to the small courtyard to fight.

The young man went up and down, jumped and stepped into the air, his whole body burst out with golden light, a star-swallowing punch was struck, the air waves rolled, and the huge fist shadow swept through the void before dissipating for a long time.

"Not bad." Wang Ling nodded, his consciousness was connected to the body of the shapeshifter, and the body of the shapeshifter was him, and he was the body of the shapeshift.

As his mind moved again, the shapeshifting body dissipated from its original consciousness and merged into the heavens and the earth.

"Feathering." Wang Ling waved his arms, and countless feathers appeared on his body.

When he condensed to the limit, he continued to condense, and after feeling for a while, he nodded, "Sure enough, even the speed of cultivation of the Feather Transformation Technique is much faster." ”

For a moment, he was full of joy, verifying all kinds of secret techniques, without exception, all of them seemed to be affected by the power of consciousness, and they were more or less improved.

Boom.

The whole room suddenly trembled, followed by an angry thunderous voice, "Who lives here, come out for me." ”

Wang Ling was only startled when he heard this voice, thinking that it was a senior who had something to do, so he walked out of the secret room without the slightest slack.

"Senior, this is where I live, I don't know what's going on?" Wang Ling looked at the old man in front of him and said in a respectful tone.

Feng Zuo looked at Wang Ling and smiled coldly, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

In an instant, Wang Ling's heart became vigilant, and his eyes became cautious.

I saw that the eyes of the person in front of me narrowed, and he said a sentence with murderous intent, "Someone wants me to take your life, do you do it yourself, or do I come." ”

Wang Ling's face changed, looking at the person who came was not good, his heart flowed, and he calmed down again.

"What you said is true?"

"Not bad."

"Can I know who wants my life?"

"I can't." Feng Zuo stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Ling, and in a flash in the air, a big hand appeared, and a strong aura erupted.

The speed of this hand was as fast as a mountain falling, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close.

Wang Ling's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated, but when he found that he couldn't avoid the big hand when he retreated, his eyes immediately showed a ruthless look.

Suddenly, a flash flashed over the small courtyard, and a crystal barrier appeared.

The large hand landed on the crystal barrier with a bang, and the barrier trembled, but it didn't break, barely holding on.

"The defense system of this compound is not bad." The old man sneered, pressed it in the air, and there was nothing in what seemed to be an ordinary palm, but he saw the barrier collapse with a bang.

"Not good." Wang Ling shouted.

There are still two other women cultivating in the small courtyard, and now that the defense system has been broken and the old man has come in, he must not let his friends fall into danger.

Thinking of this, he pulled his legs and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.

Feng Zuo looked at his back with a smile, and was not in a hurry to chase him, "It's better to escape by yourself, and you will win a lot of trouble for me." ”

Stroking the black iron order in his hand, he moved under his feet and chased after him slowly.

While escaping, Wang Ling looked behind him, anxious, and his eyes quickly searched the surroundings.

"This person actually ignored the palace rules and killed me in the Snow Palace."

As soon as the words fell, he wanted to find some patrol disciples, and once someone found out, he could stop this old man.

"Run, run, I've arranged it here, and no one will find out here." The old man sneered, the Black Iron Order was able to mobilize the resources of the entire sect, not to mention a small snow-capped mountain.

Hearing the old man's words, Wang Ling noticed that the snow-capped mountains where the disciples were weaving on weekdays were empty.

He cursed the old fox and sped up, gradually exceeding the speed of sound, and fled outside.

Halfway through, a sneer fell into his ears, "You can't escape." ”

Wang Ling was so shocked that he didn't even think about it, and punched the rear.

Immediately, the fist was blocked, and a strong force struck, directly lifting his body and hitting a large rock before stopping.

"Run, little bunny, where are you going to flee?" Feng Zuo sneered.

Wang Ling slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes glaring coldly at the Feng Zuo envoy, "Who are you, why did you kill me?" ”

"You're talking too much." Feng Zuo's envoy raised his arm as he spoke, and as his movements fell, countless cosmic energies roared in, turning into a dry and jagged ghost claw.

The ghost claw's whole body was dry like a dead branch, and his skin was dark, exuding an eerie aura.

Feng Zuo pushed easily, and this ghost claw quickly pounced towards Wang Zero.

Wang Ling immediately sensed the danger, the other party was so strong with a secret technique, if he couldn't deal with it, he would definitely die.

But seeing the golden mang, Wang Ling's body surface had already flickered, mixed with a faint multicolored light, but this part of the light was very weak and unnoticeable.

Facing the ghost claw, Wang Ling did not hesitate to use the Star Devouring Fist.

Jin Mang collided with the ghost claw, and the ghost claw only froze for a moment, still grabbing Wang Ling.

Wang Ling also had a complicated expression, and took advantage of the stagnation of the ghost claws just now, turned around and left.

This time, he didn't think much about it, he just wanted to get out of the chase as soon as possible.

But after three or five minutes, the old man caught up again, squinting his eyes, and his eyes were full of murder.

"Feathering." Wang Ling snorted coldly, and thousands of feathers appeared on the surface of his body, and they rushed towards the old man.

Feng Zuo's envoy had already read Wang Ling's information, although he had not seen Wang Ling perform the feathering technique, but he only needed to sense the breath of this secret technique to be able to judge what to do.

I saw that the aura on his body flickered, and countless cosmic energies rolled upside down, but his hands were still stretched out behind his back.

When, when, when.

Yu Hai submerged the Feng Zuo Envoy, but the old man was still calm and relaxed, and he didn't even lose his speed, and the feathering technique that Wang Ling had worked so hard to cultivate was actually blocked by him with his body protection energy.

"Feel the gap between you and me, don't make a hopeless struggle anymore." Seal the left to make the yin measurement opening.

As soon as the words fell, his voice froze, and he saw an astonishing aura exuding from the surrounding feather sea.

Feng Zuo's envoy Shi Yi felt this energy, his expression was shocked, and before he could react, the earth-shattering sound had already echoed in his ears.

I saw the feathers explode one by one, the huge mushroom cloud soared from the spot, and the surrounding mountains seemed to have suffered a catastrophe and were leveled in an instant.

"Damn." Angry voices came from the clouds.

Wang Ling was watching the movement of the explosion, and when he heard the sound, he immediately felt an alarm, and the feathers kept appearing, smashing towards the place where the sound came from.

Boom Boom Boom –

Without exception, all of these feathers exploded, and the mountain trembled even more, if it weren't for all the disciples being arranged to leave, I am afraid that there would be chaos.

"It's worthy of being a disciple of the Feng clan, if you are not careful, you will suffer a loss." The sound of the envoy to the left could still be heard in the explosion.

Wang Ling sensed that something was wrong, stopped condensing his feathers, and turned around and fled again.

A figure rushed out of the rain and mist, faster than him, and landed on Wang Ling in the form of lightning.

Boom.

Wang Ling was coldly knocked out, and before his body landed, he was grabbed from mid-air by a hand, and then coldly lifted it in his hand.

"Die." Feng Zuo's face was disgraced, looking very embarrassed, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish at all, looking at Wang Ling in his hand, the other hand was slowly raised, and he slapped towards Wang Ling Tianlinggai.

Eating such a big master's blow, it is strange that the Tianling cover is not broken.

Wang Ling was also anxious, his strength was suppressed, and the power of consciousness frantically poured out of his body, but he saw a sharp blade condensed and stabbed out.

Syllable.

The sharp blade passed through the body, but it didn't seem to cause any damage, and there was not even a wound where it was stabbed. But Wang Ling obviously felt that something was broken, and he only felt that he was grabbing his arm and stopped unconsciously, and when he looked up, the painful look on the other party's face clearly came into view.

Feng Zuo almost covered his chest with one hand, looked down and looked closely, but there were no wounds.

But that pain comes from the depths of the soul, even if you have experienced so many battles, it is not as good as this pain.

When he was in a trance, Wang Ling took the opportunity to break free of his arm and stood not far away to look at him.

"Boy, what did you do?" Feng Zuo suddenly understood, raised his head, and looked at Wang Ling viciously.

Wang Ling also looked at Feng Zuo's envoy with the same curiosity, and muttered, "Why?" ”

The sharp blade condensed by the power of consciousness stabbed the other party, but there was no wound.

"Could it be ......" Wang Ling suddenly understood, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

If I am not mistaken, the power of consciousness comes from the soul, and the condensed blade cannot cause damage to the body, but can create a blow to the soul.

"No wonder he looks like this." Wang Ling finally understood what was going on, and his mind immediately became active.

"Can't keep him." Looking at the Feng Zuo envoy, Wang Ling's murderous intent surged in his heart.

The power of consciousness condensed again, forming a long sword, and without hesitation, it flashed and rushed straight to Feng Zuo's envoy.

Feng Zuo was still in pain, suddenly sensed the danger, and immediately pulled out his long sword, but he only felt a flash in front of his eyes, his eyebrows seemed to have been stabbed, and an unparalleled pain flooded his mind.

Ahh

He fell to the ground and struggled, his whole body convulsing until he had exhausted his strength, his body motionless, and his face still partially distorted and frightened.

Maybe until he died, he didn't understand how he died.

Looking at the corpse of the Feng Zuo envoy, Wang Ling still had a dreamlike feeling, and his body stood there stiffly.

Just dead, simply.

After a long time, when he pinched himself hard, he reacted.

"The other party is already a fifth-level life level cultivator, but he still can't block that blow, or he doesn't have the strength to resist it."

If you haven't practiced the power of consciousness, you are equivalent to a novice, and it is not unfounded to be killed.