In terms of real strength, Xu Feng was naturally much stronger than Song Ziyang, but he didn't expect that Song Ziyang would be able to break the ban on this bundle of immortal ropes, so he didn't have the slightest preparation.

And the terror of this purple flame, he saw it with his own eyes.

So, you can only escape!

"Run?"

Song Ziyang was furious, how could he let him escape.

"Ahh

He didn't hesitate to cast the Divine Piercing Piercing again, but as soon as this secret technique was cast, a sharp stinging pain came from the divine soul, and a muffled snort of pain came out, which was a sign that he had reached the limit of endurance.

He didn't care at all, and still forcibly cast the spell.

A large amount of divine soul power was poured into the yin-yang mirror, and the word "sacred" in the yin-yang holy passage was like a living thing, shining with golden light, fused with the power of the divine soul, and turned into a faint sharp thorn.

Amazing thorn formation!

And he also let out a roar of pain at the moment when the terrifying stab was formed.

The soul trembled, the body trembled, the eyeballs almost bulged out of the sockets and burst open, and the blood burst from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and the appearance was miserable.

The Divine Awakening Thorn was not a secret technique that could be performed by a Yin-Yang Warlock in the Hidden Sea Realm, and he was only able to reluctantly use it with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

But now, he actually cast it twice in a row, where can the divine soul still withstand it?

It's already damaged!

But the effect of the Divine Thorn is also amazing......

The Divine Thorn flew out, and with lightning speed, it reached Xu Feng's back and stabbed straight into the back of his head.

"Boom!"

Xu Feng screamed and fell headlong.

In fact, at the moment when the Shocking Thorn was issued, Xu Feng noticed it.

After all, he is a mountain-moving monk, which is fundamentally different from the Tibetan Sea Realm, and his soul can be meticulous and discerning.

But the speed of this terrifying stab was too fast, and he had just had the idea of dodging, and he had already been hit.

Suddenly, he only felt a loud bang in his head, and then his spirit was agitated, and he fell to the ground in a blur.

Comatose!

This greatly surprised Song Ziyang.

He originally thought that this terrifying thorn could only block the opponent's actions, just like hitting Ma Tengfei's divine soul before, and was quickly suppressed by the other party.

But I didn't expect to knock it out at once......

And after thinking about it again, I understood, first, this person's cultivation is several small realms lower than Ma Tengfei, and second, this guy used the golden short sword secret technique before, and it was also too heavy, and now whether it is the soul or the body, it is almost the same as himself, at the end of the strong crossbow.

Seeing that the bauhinia flower transformed by the Purple Polar Heavenly Fire was about to fly to the other party's body, he hurriedly moved his mind and used the flame mark in his palm to make it dissipate actively.

This guy is in a coma, so he doesn't need this Bauhinia Flower that burned the Eight Desolations, otherwise the Naxu Ring on his body will also be burned out and turned into nothingness, and there will be no scum left.

He got up with difficulty, groggily reached out and wiped the blood on his face, then took out a bottle of healing elixir that warmed the soul and poured it into the palm of his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The elixir entered the body and nourished the soul, and he felt better.

He staggered to Xu Feng's approach, stretched out his hand and took out a short knife from the Naxu Ring, and wanted to cut it down.

But at this moment, Xu Feng woke up leisurely.

After all, he was a Mountain Moving Realm cultivator, and his divine soul strength was not comparable to that of the Tibetan Sea Realm, and in this extremely short period of time, he had already woken up from the bombardment of the terrifying stab.

But his brain was still very confused, his soul was injured, his body was stiff, and he couldn't command his body to make the proper dodge action when he saw the short knife fall.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'll dedicate all the treasures to you, Brother Chen, be merciful under the knife, surround my life!"

"I was wrong Brother Chen, give me a chance, I ......"

He screamed in panic and pleaded bitterly.

This look, this word, is the same as when he was trapped in the cage and begged for mercy from Ma Tengfei before.

Song Ziyang's face was expressionless, and the short knife in his hand was cut down without hesitation.

"Huh!"

The dagger flickered and stabbed him in the heart, the tip of the knife peeking through the other side of his body, pinning him to the ground.

Xu Feng was dumbfounded, his face full of pain.

"Lotus ......"

His eyes widened, his eyes were extremely complex, despair, unwillingness, anger, regret, chagrin, and so on, and he wanted to say something in his mouth, but he was speechless, only his throat was agitated, and the corners of his mouth were spitting out blood.

There seems to be broken organs mixed with blood.

At the same time, as the short knife was drawn, red blood gushed out from the wound, quickly staining his chest red.

The life force also passed, and death soon came.

Until death, his eyes were round, and he did not blink to death.

Song Ziyang gasped violently, squatting on the ground, dizzy for a while.

He sat cross-legged and meditated on the spot, and practiced for two hours before his body could recover.

But it is only the body that recovers, and the spirit forcibly casts the terrifying stab, which has been seriously damaged, and even has injured the foundation, although it has been nourished by the elixir, it will take a long time to recover.

For monks, it is extremely difficult to repair the damage to the foundation. Especially the divine soul, no matter how much elixir is taken to make up for it.

Pills can only treat the symptoms, but not the root cause.

However, Song Ziyang was not too worried about this, the "dead air" in the ruins of the temple was extremely strange, and after the tempering of the yin-yang mirror, the divine soul absorbed it and should be able to recover.

Even if this "dead qi" could not repair the damaged divine soul, when it broke through to the mountain moving realm, it was nourished by the power of the huge heaven and earth, and it was able to fully recover.

At this time, the sky is completely dark, and night falls, and all the primitive desires and sins are hidden in the darkness.

He stretched out his hand to take off the Naxu Ring from Xu Feng's hand, erased the soul mark, and his divine sense probed into it, finding the cage that the other party had just put away, as well as the requiem bead contained in the jade box.

Holding it in his hand one by one, looking at this messy courtyard, he was stunned for a long time, and he suddenly felt a little helpless.

Ma Tengfei and Xu Feng, two loose cultivators, in order to rob other people's treasures, unscrupulous means, set up conspiracies and tricks, and did not hesitate to kill.

As for himself, he was originally just curious to follow, but later he couldn't see it, and he never thought about robbing anything to save Xu Feng, the person who was murdered, but in the end, these two treasures fell into his hands.

I have to say, this is a great irony.

Of course, if it weren't for the Yin-Yang Mirror, Purple Pole Heavenly Fire and many other hole cards, I am afraid that I would have fallen first.

Tonight, he finally saw how sinister the human heart is.

casually cast a spirit rune, burning this Xu Feng's body to ashes, and he carefully used the yin-yang mirror to cover the heavenly machine before getting up and leaving.

These two are casual cultivators, theoretically speaking, there is no problem if they don't have to cover the heavenly machine, basically no one will avenge them, and there will be no powerful yin-yang magician behind them to lay down the altar and probe the heavenly machine to search for themselves.

But after all the twists and turns of the night, he became more cautious.

If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens.

After all, he has too many secrets on his body, and if he is exposed, he will definitely fall into a place of no return.

He didn't forget that his purpose tonight was to kill Zhang Jinsu, and after cleaning everything up, he got up and left, and went to the back door of Cuiweiju to wait.

The bitter cold wind blew from the depths of the Northern Desert, and when it reached this Qingzhou capital through thousands of mountains and rivers, there was only a slight coolness left.

Outside the back door of Cuiweiju, there is a martial arts field, and then to the back is the barracks of the Zecheng garrison.

Being able to open a green building in front of the barracks is enough to see that the hands and eyes of the boss of Cuiweiju are all over the sky.

In such a night that can almost be called pitch black, the martial arts arena is brightly lit and training.

Song Ziyang quietly hid his breath, found a dark corner, sat down cross-legged, and silently looked in the direction of Cui Weiju, his eyes were like a lone wolf hunting.

Calm, yet fierce.