Yan Yue'er said in surprise, "What you just used was the Nine Rank Martial Technique Senluo Necromantic Sword?"

Xiao Feng told her about his past experience, so he also knew that this Sen Luo Necromantic Sword Technique was snatched by him from the hands of the Fan family's royal family.

Xiao Feng nodded and said, "It's the first time I've used this martial art, but it's really powerful. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to step forward and put away the precious golden grass.

This three-eyed silver wolf was entrenched nearby, and its flesh was strong, and it must have devoured the Golden Grass, otherwise there wouldn't be only one here, there should be two or three more.

"You're in luck, this golden grass is a rare treasure in ancient times. Long Ming appeared next to him and said with some vinegar.

He is also very greedy for this kind of treasure, but he knows very well that Xiao Feng will not give it to him.

At this moment, the dragon breath is still a little weak, because after the last time the natal dragon flame was spewed, it will take a few days to pass the weak period.

When Xiao Feng put away the golden grass, other people appeared within the range of life perception.

It didn't take long to follow.

Xiao Feng and Yan Yue'er met a few people, and in a clearing in the grass, more than thirty martial cultivators gathered, among them, the purple robes were the disciples of the Purple Mansion Palace wearing golden robes, and the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect with the golden yang pattern on their chests were naturally the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect, as well as the Changhe Gate, and the martial cultivators of the ten great families of the Tianwu Kingdom.

Xiao Feng and Yan Yue'er both used secret methods to change their appearances and hide their cultivation aura, so these people didn't recognize their origins as soon as they met.

Xiao Feng has a lot of enemies, among them, there are two gods at the peak of the Purple Mansion Palace alone, seven or eight Yuan Infants, and the Fan family's royal family.

And yet at this very moment.

An old man in a fiery red robe suddenly walked over, his eyes fixed on Yan Yue'er.

"Yue'er, do you know what's wrong?"

This old man actually saw through Yan Yue'er's disguise at a glance, judging from the name of Yan Yue'er, it seemed that she was the elder of the Yan family.

Xiao Feng glanced around, in addition to the old man in front of him who was a god cultivator, there were also a few people from the Yan family, whose cultivation ranged from Yuanying Sevenfold to Ninefold.

"Hmph, what's wrong with me?"

Yan Yue'er snorted coldly, her expression was cold, as for the other party being able to recognize herself, she was not surprised, everyone in the Yan family had a special bloodline aura.

"You have already reached a dead end, how can you compete with Zifu Palace? This is not only your own business, but even related to the life and death of our Yan family!" the red-robed old man said indignantly.

"Family? You keep saying that you are a family, and you forced my father and my mother to commit suicide under the slogan of being for the family, and now for the sake of the family, let me marry an enemy who does not share the sky, why?"

"Just because you are the Yan family, you have the blood of the Yan family in your body!" the red-robed old man shouted angrily.

Although his cultivation was not as good as Yan Yue'er, he reprimanded him as an elder and in a tone: "When your father and mother died for the Yan family, it was a well-deserved death, for the survival of the family, what is the personal life and death honor and disgrace?"

Yan Yue's body trembled.

If it weren't for the old man being her own uncle, she might have been tempted to do it.

"Yue'er is no longer from your Yan family. Xiao Feng stepped forward and stopped in between.

"You Yan family, whoever is willing to sacrifice for the family will sacrifice, I don't care, but if she is allowed to sacrifice, it is absolutely impossible!" Xiao Feng said coldly.

"What are you that dare to meddle in the affairs of our Yan family?" The red-robed old man's face turned cold, and without hesitation, he condensed Zhenyuan and slapped towards Xiao Feng.

When the martial cultivators of the other forces saw the movement here, they all looked indifferent, and some of them had a smile on the corner of their mouths, with the mentality of watching a good show, gloating.

"Bang!"

Xiao Feng punched out, his fists collided, and he took a step back at the same time as the red-robed old man opposite.

This red-robed old man is an elder of the Yan family's fourfold cultivation of the gods, and it is this level of strength, Xiao Feng is completely able to compete with it.

At this moment, Xiao Feng's eyes shrank suddenly, because in his life perception, a large piece of life breath flickered light.

Moreover, the light of the breath of life is rapidly approaching the open space where everyone is.

"It's the demon beasts in this small world, and there are at least hundreds of them!" Xiao Feng said in his heart.

"Let's go. He grabbed Yan Yue'er's hand and directly spread his body to stay away from here.

"Stop!"

The red-robed old man shouted angrily.

Suddenly, the soil under the feet of a Yan family martial cultivator cracked, and a black poisonous scorpion flew out, and the barb spike on its tail pierced the neck of this Yan family martial cultivator with a pop.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream rang out, and the Yan family martial cultivator, who was pierced through the neck, instantly turned black, and black blood flowed out.

"Damn brute!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Xiu of the Yan family beside him was stunned, and with a palm of his hand, the flames gushed out, blasting the black poisonous scorpion away, but the poisonous scorpion was unscathed.

At this time, the Yan family martial cultivator who was pierced through the neck had already died of anger, and the poisonous scorpion was extremely poisonous!

At the same moment, there was a movement under everyone's feet, and one by one black poisonous scorpions broke through the ground and attacked everyone present with lightning speed.

In a short moment, more than a dozen people were stabbed by the tail of the poisonous scorpion, and the terrible toxin spread rapidly, and within three breaths, they would die on the spot.

The carapace of these poisonous scorpions is very hard, and like the other demon beasts in this small world, they are all strong, powerful, and fast.

And the most terrifying, this poisonous scorpion is a group of monster beasts, there are hundreds of poisonous scorpions on the scene, each poisonous scorpion is the size of a basin, hideous and terrifying.

Ordinary Yuanying cultivation is that attacks can't break through the carapace defense of the poisonous scorpion, and although the martial arts master of the Yuanying Ninefold can injure the poisonous scorpion, it is also insignificant to the poisonous scorpion with tenacious vitality.

The god-turning powerhouses shot angrily.

"Die!"

The red-robed old man of the Yan family held a long sword, and a sword slashed out, and the flames turned into sword qi.

A ravine was plowed out of the ground, and seven or eight poisonous scorpions were directly smashed on the spot, and a few poisonous scorpions hidden in the soil and stones were also killed, and were burned to ashes by the Flame True Yuan contained in the sword qi.

However, the number of poisonous scorpions is enough to be hundreds or thousands, even if they are powerhouses at the level of the gods, if they are unable to fly in the sky, once they fall into the bitter battle of being besieged, they may die here.

These poisonous scorpions did not have vitality waves, and they could escape into the earth and rocks underground, so under the sneak attack, half of the more than thirty martial cultivators died.

Xiao Feng was the first to react, and he could clearly perceive the hiding location of these poisonous scorpions, so he quickly rushed out easily.

The rest of the people, under the protection of the god-level powerhouses, began to break through.

In the depths of the endless plain, more than a dozen figures shuttled through the grass at a rapid speed.

This small world can't fly, and even if it's a god-level powerhouse, they can only run on foot. Along the way, I don't know how many demon beasts were killed, and many of them reached the sixth order, which was comparable to the monarch-level battle body.

(End of chapter)