"Is it different from the late-stage disciples of ordinary spirits?"

Zhu Long muttered to himself, and when he looked at Yan Chutian, who was confronting Zhu Feng, a private glimmer surged in his eyes. But the surging glimmer of light finally dissipated, and then the aura around him gradually became stronger, and an indifferent but unquestionable voice also came out.

"No matter how different he is from ordinary disciples, Zhu Feng is a spiritual transformation and perfect cultivation after all, he... Defeat is inevitable!"

"Heh..."

Dong Bodhi sneered and said no more. Even though she didn't know Yan Chutian, the short time of getting along also made her feel that the latter was not simple.

Therefore, if he underestimates him, maybe Zhu Feng will really capsize like Zhao Hong.

But it is useless to say too much, everything is to be proven to be proven.

At the same time, Zhu Feng also quickly put away the shock in his heart. No matter what the other party is, after all, he is a spiritual transformation and perfect cultivation, which is two small realms higher than him, such a huge gap, is it possible that he will turn the sky upside down in his own hands?

I couldn't help but say, and in the next moment, Zhu Feng turned into an afterimage and shot out again rapidly.

Like a ghost, Zhu Feng suddenly appeared behind Yan Chutian, and his palms contained majestic spiritual power that was enough to open the mountain and gravel, and he slammed down towards the latter.

But Zhu Feng's speed is extremely fast, how could Yan Chutian be slower than him. When his palms carrying majestic spiritual power fell, Yan Chutian had already escaped and left, so Zhu Feng's palm could only bombard the ground, and the huge force stretched out, shaking the surrounding magma splashes, a turbulent scene.

"Humph!"

One blow failed, Zhu Feng, who snorted coldly, slaughtered and followed him again, he didn't believe it, with the consummation of the spirit realm, this was just how long the disciples in the late stage of the spirit transformation could last in front of him!

So then a cat-and-mouse show was staged, Zhu Feng kept chasing and killing Yan Chutian, but Yan Chutian was like a slippery loach, and he happened to avoid his attack every time.

And what makes him even more peculiar is that in such a process, the other party actually has no intention of slowing down, as if his dantian's spiritual power is endless, and it is not much better than himself.

But such a stalemate is obviously something that Zhu Feng doesn't want to see, after all, he is a quasi-saint son of the consummation of the spirit realm, a disciple in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit can bounce in front of him for so long, how can he stand up and be powerful when it is passed out?

"Hmph, do you think you can support me in this way? I didn't want to attach so much importance to you, a disciple of the late stage of soul transformation, but this is what you asked for!"

Zhu Feng opened his mouth coldly, and in the next moment, the spiritual light in his hand surged, and Haohan's spiritual power continued to converge on the palm of his hand and even the entire arm, so that this arm was about to show a dazzling light. But compared to the light, it was still the powerful coercion surging under the light that was even more terrifying, as long as it was suppressed with one hand like this, the late-stage cultivators of the Transformation Soul had no power to resist, and could only be arrested.

"Jin Ge Fu Tian Hand!"

"Boom!"

The strong spiritual power was suppressed, and Yan Chutian was also under huge coercion all of a sudden, and his body staggered a few steps.

In the face of the huge spirit hand that came from the suppression, he didn't dodge anymore, after all, although dodging could be done temporarily, if he waited until Lu Yang arrived, it would be troublesome.

Moreover, in his previous life, as one of the ten great heavenly arrogances in the Heavenly Realm, he had mastered countless spiritual arts, so why should he be afraid in the face of such spiritual attacks?

"Whew..."

Gently exhaled a breath, and in the next moment, his eyes suddenly surged with spiritual power, and when the essence light surged, wisps of pure spiritual power seemed to emerge out of thin air, and they were quickly intertwined in front of him, turning into an ancient stone tablet.

"Boom!"

The stele fell down and hung in front of him, and then Yan Chutian slowly leaned out his right palm and imprinted it on the stele.

At the last moment when his right palm touched the stone tablet, a low voice as if he was whispering sounded slowly.

"Great Mercy Monument!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, countless inscriptions on the stone tablet lit up one by one, and the light was as bright as a star, and then these lights converged together, like a pillar of light rushing straight to the suppressive spiritual power!

"Boom!"

The huge roar echoed again, and at this moment, even Dong Bodhi and Zhu Long, who had been fighting, stopped. They have a feeling that maybe this time they will have to decide the winner.

When the mighty roar and majestic spiritual power gradually dissipated, it was visible to the naked eye that the two of them were a few feet away from the same place, and at this time they were both in tattered clothes, their breath was sluggish, and there was even blood permeating them.

But this seemingly tidal scene made the shock in the hearts of Zhu Long and even Dong Bodhi too great. Especially Zhu Long, he couldn't imagine that a mere late-stage cultivator of the Transformation Spirit would be able to fight with Zhu Feng in a lose-lose situation, if he waited for him to step into the peak of the Transformation Spirit, then it would be okay?

And even if he had heard that Yan Chutian had defeated Zhao Hong, who had completed the transformation of the soul, it would not have a greater impact on Dong Bodhi than the scene in front of him. In fact, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, what cultivator would have believed that a late-stage cultivator would be able to make such a appearance with a Soul Transformation Perfectionist!

"Ahem..."

At the same time, Yan Chutian suddenly coughed lightly, and the corners of his mouth were once again oozing red. He looked at Zhu Feng, who was still standing in embarrassment, and felt a little helpless in his heart.

If he didn't use his spiritual eye to use his ability to dodge attacks, it would still be too reluctant to fight the cultivator who was in the Spiritual Transformation Realm head-on, just like now, his injuries were not light.

But because of this, he paid such a price, and the winner has been decided.

"Poof...!"

Yan Chutian expected, Dong Bodhi and Zhu Long's unexpected Zhu Feng suddenly spat out a large amount of blood, and then his bloodstained body like Yan Chutian suddenly fell soft, and there was no sound.

"What?!"

Dong Bodhi and Zhu Long's faces were shocked, the two originally thought that Yan Chutian was just fighting with Zhu Feng and losing both, but at this time, it seemed that Yan Chutian defeated Zhu Feng!

"How is this possible?!"

Zhu Long's face changed drastically, and almost a moment ago, he felt that Yan Chutian in the late stage of the spirit transformation was just a little ability, and he was not Zhu Feng's opponent after all. But the next moment, Zhu Feng was defeated in the hands of the other party, didn't the words he said turn into a big slap and hit him in the face?

Dong Bodhi's pretty face changed slightly, and then a hint of mockery was revealed, and the beauty of the wild all emerged, and he said slowly, "Zhu Long, it seems that the situation is not as you expected!"

Hearing this, Zhu Long's face turned pale, but he couldn't say anything to refute it, because this was the fact that happened in front of him, how could he refute it?

It's just that what he didn't expect was that at such a moment of his negligence, Dong Bodhi seized the opportunity, and a series of powerful offensives attacked one after another, even if he reacted, it was too late, and he was finally suppressed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe... Zhu Long, it seems that in this thousand-year-old flame marrow, you really have no chance to get it for Lu Yang!"