Mo Feng looked at the rough flame blast stone in his hand, and suddenly felt a ridiculous messy feeling, because this thing ...... Isn't the function just like explosives? And when he heard the word "research" from Gu Xuan's mouth, Mo Fengden had a sense of immediacy when he met a scientist.

Oh...... It turns out that Yueduo said that the people of the Liyan clan like to study and toss some strange things, could it be that this is what he is referring to?

"Hey, I've never encountered anything so amazing. Nian Yubai turned the flame blast stone over and over again, looking curious.

He had already realized the great value of such a small flame blasting stone, although he didn't know how powerful it was, but the method of using it was indeed too simple, as simple as a three-year-old child could use it, and it meant that even an ordinary person who didn't cultivate could quickly have the power to protect himself from the enemy.

"Of course, don't underestimate this stone, although you can't see anything unusual on the surface, but there is a lot of ingenuity inside, if you don't do it right in one place, the whole piece of Flame Explosion Stone will be wasted, if those Gada of our clan who are not skilled in craftsmanship make it, it is likely that it will explode and hurt yourself halfway. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Gada is Gada, the person in the clan who specializes in these things is called Hanke, and the most authoritative Hanke is our eighteen flame elders, and Gada is responsible for the specific production. ”

"That's it......" Nian Yubai couldn't help but silently scold, what kind of strange name is this, just like those Kashe, Yika, and Fei Fei, I don't understand what they are doing at all.

"Hmm, we have urgent things to do now, and when everything is over, we will come to the Liyan clan for a good visit, and Brother Gu will not forget us when the time comes." Nian Yubai said with a smile.

"That won't happen," Gu Ji smiled, and suddenly thought of something, and his expression darkened, "If I were still alive at that time." ”

Nian Yubai comforted him twice, and felt a little pale and powerless, looking at the back of Gu Shui who turned to leave, he felt quite uncomfortable in his heart.

"The Li Yan people are really good, if it doesn't work, let's stay for two more days and see if we can help. Mo Feng played with the Flame Burst Stone in his hand, and also felt that a few of them just walked away, a little too cold and ruthless.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help anything," Nian Yubai sighed, looked at Zi Chenruo and said, "Senior Sister Zi, you have the strongest soul power, have you found any problems?"

Zichenruo closed his eyes and said, "I'll take a look at it at the beginning." ”

The beginning of the snow world was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, so Nian Yubai had just thought of a lot of ghost stories.

The three of them quieted down, slowly dispersed their soul power, and after assigning the range, they almost covered the entire town, ready to see what was going on.

The night was getting darker, and there was no sound left except for the whistling of the wind and snow that filled the town.

Ink Wind's soul power mainly covers the east side of the town, but it has already arrived, and the town is still quiet, and there is no sneaky trace.

Could it be that the enemy stopped working tonight?

Seeing that the beginning was about to pass, Mo Feng couldn't help but have some doubts, but he couldn't control the actions of others, so he had no choice but to give up.

Suddenly, he felt that the surroundings were a little strangely quiet, but for a while he couldn't tell what was strange, after all, except for the monotonous sound of wind and snow, there was actually no other sound.

Wrong!

Mo Feng was suddenly alert, where was the sound of Nian Yubai's breathing and heartbeat, why was it so quiet as if he was the only one left?

He was about to open his eyes, only to find that this originally simple thing had become extremely difficult at the moment, as if his eyelids were weighing, but his consciousness was completely clear.

At some point, he had fallen into a situation where he couldn't move or speak, as if he was being dominated by something unknown. This feeling...... How is it the same as the legendary ghost press?

But he was obviously sitting cross-legged here, and a moment ago he was still observing the surrounding scene through his soul power.

It's just that at this moment, his scattered soul power suddenly broke off, as if it was swallowed by something in one gulp, and disappeared without a trace.

The soul power couldn't be dispersed, and Mo Feng couldn't open his eyes, and for a while, his world was only a terrifying darkness.

It was as if some cold force had spread like a tidal wave, covering him and dragging him into the abyss of the unknown.

It was the first time Mo Feng had encountered such a strange situation, he hadn't even seen the shadow of the enemy, and he didn't know what was going on, let alone what the other party was doing.

In this strange snow world, there are many different races, and there are no surprises, and Mo Feng is in a state of ignorance about most of their things, and he doesn't know their weaknesses, let alone how to prevent them.

The faint spiritual power he had recovered to the Qi Refining Realm and the Xuan Power at the peak of Bone Refining instantly combined, and he shook towards the cold power that was wrapped around him.

The result was that the mud cow entered the sea, as if this cold breath was not strong at all.

Mo Feng used his soul power again, condensed into a soul refining rune, and slammed into the darkness around him.

A muffled grunt sounded out of nowhere, and a clear crack appeared in the boundless darkness. Mo Feng took advantage of the situation to pursue, condensing all his soul power into a sharp cone and surging away, and finally crashed through this dark world.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his surroundings had changed drastically, except for the snow lying beneath him, all around him was a faint dark purple mist, like a nightmare that could not be escaped.

The purple mist swirled around him, desperately seeping into his body, and when it touched the Ink Wind's Soul Sea defense line, it began to devour and dissolve strangely.

There was a faint sound from the depths of the mist, like the sound of a flute or a flute, desolate and pathetic, like a woman's sad sobbing, which made people's souls tremble.

Mo Feng instantly felt that there was something wrong with the sound of this flute, as if it had some kind of hypnotic nature, making him unconsciously become drowsy, and he just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep.

The jade bottle in the sea of souls floated slightly, and a warm white light opened, and Mo Feng's sleepiness was suddenly swept away, and he stood up directly, looking at the undulating fog around him.

As his mind moved, the nine soul refining talismans surrounded his body, and the white light burst out, forming a solid barrier.

The purple mist suddenly snorted, like snow melting in the sun, and the masses broke out.

Mo Feng took the opportunity to release his soul power and swept around, and the vision in front of him instantly became clear and suddenly brightened.

"Enter my fog brake realm, and you still want to leave here safely?"

A gloomy voice sounded out of nowhere, humming through this monotonous and empty world, like the murmur of a ghost.

"Who are you?" Mofeng asked bluntly.

"It's not important, the important thing is that you three foreigners are actually soul masters, what a delicious meal, it's better for you to give up resistance obediently, and you won't suffer from the fog brake soul devouring later." The voice continued eeriely.

Mo Feng suddenly remembered something, narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you from the Soul Clan?"

First of all, the other party mentioned the word "foreigner", indicating that the other party should belong to one of the six clans in the snow world, and secondly, the diffuse purple mist around also reminded Mo Feng of Yueduo's description of the soul clan, it is said that the weakest ranking of the six clans has always been mysterious, only a dark purple figure is haunted everywhere. In addition, the name Soul Brake Clan was related to soul power as soon as he heard it, so Mo Feng naturally made such a guess.

As for why I understood him...... Because this is originally the exchange of the souls of the two people, not the language spoken by the mouth, this kind of mental fluctuation is probably common all over the world, otherwise the languages of the six tribes in the snow world are different, how to communicate on weekdays?

After Mo Feng asked, the voice stopped abruptly, and after a while, he said a little ruthlessly: "What if you guess it? Anyway, you won't be able to get out of here alive." ”

Tsk, these aliens in the snow world are so honest, they don't even play tricks at all, they just guess so casually, and he admits it straightforwardly?

Dealing with this upright single-celled creature, Mo Feng deliberately pretended to be disdainful and excitedly said, "How can my two companions be easy to deal with? ”

Sure enough, the other party was like a fried old cat, and sarcastically said: "You still expect others to save you, not to mention that you have a companion whose soul power is weaker than yours, even if the other girl is obviously stronger, but we have a whole three people to deal with her, maybe she will die before you." ”

Mo Feng roughly knew the situation of Nian Yubai and the others, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. The other party obviously underestimated Nian Yubai's strength, I'm afraid he won't be in much danger, and Zichen Ruo has always been mysterious, her two ancient soul skills are derived from her, I'm afraid she is no stranger to this kind of soul power battle, no matter how bad it is, she should be able to protect herself.

So...... It was enough for him to take care of himself, and of course he still broke through this fog brake realm as soon as possible.

Although the vast purple mist is endless, and there is nowhere to start at all, many things have something in common, assuming that this fog brake realm is regarded as a strange formation, then the key to breaking the formation is in this soul clan.

His exact location had to be found.

Mo Feng deliberately shrank the defense line of the Sea Realm, making the illusion of being shaken, and said with some confidence: "What nonsense are you talking about, your so-called Fog Brake Realm can only trap people here, how can you hurt them?"

Alas, I feel that I am acting a little fake, but considering that the other party is also so intelligent, the acting skills of these third-rate actors who are not as good as them should be able to make do with the past.

After all, the other party didn't even hear his obvious clichés, and explained them all very cooperatively, which is really not very bright.

Mo Feng's eyes are worried about the IQ of the soul clan at this moment, I didn't expect him to be so simple to threaten and intimidate, the other party began to sway, sure enough, the young man is not firm in his mind, if this kid always guards his mind, even if he can forcibly invade the other party's soul sea, the price is probably not small.

Well, it's still good as the king said, you have to use your brains more to achieve great things, look, look, he has made the most perfect example today, I'm afraid that if you make persistent efforts, you will be able to break through the soul sea defense line of this Terran boy without blood, and you don't need to spend any of his strength at all!

A smart Soul Clansman like me can't even meet a decent opponent, and life is really lonely like snow.

He continued to laugh and said, "Terran boy, you are too naïve, right? Do you think that the innate fog brake realm of my clan only has such a little bit of sleepy function? If so, then how do you think those Li Yan people died before?"

He said in a faint voice: "It's almost time, since you don't want to give up resistance, then enjoy the taste of the fog brake devouring soul, there is a dead soul in every wisp of fog here, or it is a resentful ghost, they will pour into your soul sea little by little, tearing and biting your soul power piece by piece, rest assured, you will not die soon, you will listen to their shrill laughter and the sound of chewing your soul, you can't struggle and life is better than death, until your soul sea is completely torn clean......"

Mo Feng wondered, how could this inexplicable Soul Clansman feel so good about himself? Did he think what he said was terrifying? This is not even a third-rate ghost story, it doesn't even sound like a minimum sense of substitution, right?

feels that if he continues to act like this, his IQ will be lowered......

Mo Feng didn't bother to pretend to be scared, and directly withdrew his mind to defend, and took the initiative to reveal his flaws.

Originally, he was worried that if he released the water so obviously, the other party would not notice the fraud, but what made him speechless was that the purple mist around him surged over in an instant, and countless ghosts flickered in it, screaming and screaming, and the sound was breathtaking.

Well, he once again overestimated the other party's IQ, this Instant Soul Clan wouldn't have an average IQ of only fifty, right? Or was it just the one in front of him, which was particularly special?

The enemy's IQ is all up to this, even if he simply kills the enemy neatly and breaks out of the formation, he has no sense of accomplishment at all.

Mo Feng shook his head and no longer wasted time, and while he was speaking, dozens of scattered soul seals condensed suddenly swept out and imprinted into the depths of the purple mist.

In an instant, the clouds dissipated, and dozens of shocking gaps appeared in the vast purple mist, like a pile of ugly scars.

Right there!

The light in Mo Feng's eyes bloomed, and his gaze instantly fell on one point.

Mo Feng's figure flashed and disappeared into the depths of the purple mist, and the nine soul refining talismans around him buzzed and glowed, like an impenetrable barrier, isolating all the unjust souls and ghosts far away.

"Still want to run?" Mo Feng couldn't help but sneer when he noticed that the Soul Clansman with a worrying IQ began to retreat in panic.

After breaking through the layers of mist miasma, Mo Feng didn't know how to describe the exact strength of the other party. It stands to reason that even if the other party attacked suddenly, he could forcibly force him into a state that was almost a ghost press, which was not something that ordinary soul masters of the Soul Splitting Realm could do, after all, Mo Feng's current Nine Thoughts soul power was not inferior to that of the masters in the middle stage of Splitting Spirits, and even the peak soul master of Splitting Spirits could not make him have no power to resist.

But for now...... At best, the opponent can only count the strength of the early stage of the Split Spirit, otherwise he will not be defeated and retreat under the serial attack of his dozens of scattered soul seals.