The two of them got out of the way, Leng Feng smiled slightly, and then quickly stepped into the depths, and after Leng Feng walked over, the battle in the rear sounded again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the fluctuation hit, he ignored it, and still walked forward on his own, the power of summoning became stronger and stronger, and Leng Feng was also very eager.

In front of them were three monks, who felt the arrival of the cold front, and suddenly showed a solemn expression.

"Soul Pavilion?" Leng Feng was surprised, the clothed Leng Feng would not admit his mistake, and it was not a meeting, he still vaguely remembered the appearance of Soul Chen, that was the young pavilion master of the Alliance Soul Pavilion, but unfortunately it was difficult to see him again.

What is the Soul Pavilion, that is the place where all the soul masters belong, the Liyang Sect of the Sect Domain looks small in front of the Soul Pavilion, the entire Eastern Wilderness has its sub-pavilions, and in that distant Zhongzhou, it is its highest main pavilion.

Looking at the monk, Leng Feng felt that there was going to be a fierce battle this time, and he knew very well that the monk of the Soul Pavilion was also yearning for the deepest creation.

"What do you call a fellow Daoist. "This is a middle-aged monk, with a good look of goodwill on his face, after all, one more friend here is several times stronger than one more enemy.

"Zongyu, Leng Feng. ”

Leng Feng didn't hide it, he knew that if he didn't demonstrate others, he would definitely do it in groups, and he believed that his name still had some weight among his peers in Donghuang.

As soon as the words fell, the three of them suddenly gasped, looking at this scene Leng Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, it seems that his reputation is not only a little weighty, but also very small.

"Jin Yaoyang. ”

The three of them exclaimed, looking at the figure behind Leng Feng, revealing a solemn expression.

Leng Feng frowned suddenly, turned to look behind him, it was a man in golden clothes, even his hair was golden, his face was arrogant, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at the four people in front of him.

Jin Yaoyang walked in, Leng Feng leaned towards the middle-aged monk who spoke before, and immediately made a sound.

"Fellow Daoist, who is this Jin Yaoyang?"

Feeling Leng Feng's transmission, the middle-aged monk looked at Leng Feng in surprise, his eyes were full of puzzlement and surprise, why did this Leng Feng not even know Jin Yaoyang? But looking at Leng Feng's face, it didn't look like he was pretending to be garlic.

"Leng Daoyou, your reputation in the sect domain is indeed not small, even if I am far away in the Xuan Domain, I have heard of it a little, but this Jin Yaoyang is stronger than the four of us. ”

"Then which domain is he?" At this moment, Leng Feng was a little ignorant, not to mention the Eastern Wilderness, it was the loud contemplation generation of the sect domain, and he couldn't recognize it himself.

"Which domain?" the middle-aged monk was surprised again, and looked at Leng Feng hesitantly, was he really Leng Feng of the sect domain, why didn't he know anything?

"He's a Monk of the Flood Realm. ”

When the transmission fell, Leng Feng didn't ask, looking at the posture of the three of them, he knew that this Jin Yaoyang was extraordinary.

Suddenly, a monk turned around and left, without a word of complaint, compared to his own life, in the great creation, it was just a cloud of smoke, and at the moment when the monk left, the middle-aged monk who was talking to him also turned away, and glanced at Leng Feng sympathetically with his eyes before leaving.

"Do it yourself!"

At this moment, there were only three people left here, the monks of the Soul Pavilion, Leng Feng and Jin Yaoyang.

Looking at the two of them indifferently, he suddenly showed a hint of ridicule, got up and walked out to the depths of the ruins, while Leng Feng and the Soul Pavilion monk looked at each other. It's like a promise made, and then walk out into the depths side by side.

He didn't want to let go of this creation, the desire for the divine fetus had never been so strong, in the past year, Leng Feng had been practicing concentrating, but he was indifferent to the soul technique, a year ago, he was a little unpredictable about the middle stage of the spirit infant, and a year later he was still unpredictable about the middle stage of the spirit baby.

This time the desire of the divine fetus must be a spiritual creature similar to the soul source, and I think it can break through the middle stage of the spirit infant in this ancient capital.

Jin Yaoyang's coming, that is, the monks who snatched the wooden swords outside, also abandoned their swords, Leng Feng and the Soul Pavilion monks, followed Jin Yaoyang closely, very much like the two younger brothers.

This ruin is not big, it is built by a huge deep forest, there are only three main halls, one of which has been broken when you enter, and the second place is which place to fight for the spirit sword, this is the third place, looking at the wooden hall in front of him, Jin Yaoyang stopped, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Leng Feng and the Soul Pavilion monk.

"Turn it on. ”

The arrogant tone and commanding words made Leng Feng very harsh.

As soon as the words fell, silence rose here, and after a few breaths, the Soul Pavilion monk walked forward, but was immediately stopped by Leng Feng.

"Are you mortal?"

The provocation is very strong, and it can be seen that Jin Yaoyang is not taken in his eyes at all. And the soul cultivator who heard this, also stopped, and looked at Jin Yaoyang with solemn eyes, he is also a soul master of the Spirit Infant Realm, how can he be called by you.

At this moment, Jin Yaoyang froze in place, his face was a little stiff, and after two breaths, his eyes struggled to rise, and he slowly turned around and looked at Leng Feng and the others.

"I remember the last time the guy who confronted me, he had been dead for three years. ”

"That's also your monk of the Flood Land. ”

The battle against Mai Mang, the momentum was relative, without the slightest concession, the originally black pupils also turned golden at this moment, the breath was high, the spiritual power around him fluctuated, and before he could make a move, the giant trees next to him were all cracked, and with the spiritual power, there was a burst of cracking sounds.

And Leng Feng didn't let it go, the Diamond Sutra was running, and the color of the body was a layer of glass, which was very eye-catching, and the eyes also revealed a compelling meaning, and a flood of desolation was born. Seeing this scene, the soul cultivation on the side also worked, the soul power soared into the air, and the center of the eyebrows shone endlessly, as if it had been opened. That pure soul power was entangled, and it was not weaker than Leng Feng and Jin Yaoyang.

The three of them were holding on to each other, each wary of the other, and compared to Jin Yaoyang, Leng Feng and Soul Cultivator were both real his.

In an instant, Jin Yaoyang made a move, just like his name, the golden spiritual power collapsed into the void, and in just an instant, the surrounding giant trees collapsed, and the momentum was immense, like a hurricane coming.

"Obvious. ”

The soul cultivator shouted, the void fluctuated, and a strong spatial crack appeared, and a great suction force came from the crack, and in just an instant, all the golden intent was swallowed down by it. The crack then closed, and as the crack closed, the soul cultivator waved his finger, and behind Jin Yaoyang's back, a crack appeared again.

This time it wasn't suction, but several attacks coming from within the cracks.

The offensive was very strong, and it was the golden spiritual power emitted by Jin Yaoyang before, but it was reversed by that soul cultivator.

Feeling the attacking attack, Jin Yaoyang waved his arm, and the offensive was shattered in an instant, and his body suddenly pounced, fighting with the attacking Leng Feng, punching out, the fist was domineering, the heavy hammer was like a mountain, smashing towards Leng Feng fiercely, and Leng Feng didn't let it, his right arm suddenly exerted force, and Jin Yaoyang slammed into it.

"Bang. ”

It was two, dull sounds, each of them took a few steps back, and suddenly, a spatial crack appeared behind Jin Yaoyang again, it was the soul technique of soul cultivation, and two big hands deep inside the crack grabbed Jin Yaoyang tightly, and pulled it into the spatial crack with a violent pull. Then the crack closes, as if it had never existed.

Looking at this scene, Leng Feng's soul cultivator couldn't help but be impressed, this soul technique could still be used like this. The arm was raised, caressing his chest, which was hit by Jin Yaoyang.

"That's the end of it?"

Looking at the soul cultivator, Leng Feng asked in surprise, this Jin Yaoyang is too fragile.

It's just that Leng Feng was stunned in the next moment, and in front of the soul cultivator, a sound of void shattering came out, and inside the shattered place, a golden shadow appeared, it was an arm wearing a golden robe, and the arm pinched the soul cultivator fiercely, and suddenly pulled it into the crack.

The crack closed immediately, and Leng Feng stood there in a daze, and then his consciousness spread.

There was another sound of shattering, Leng Feng immediately looked at it, and the soul cultivator fled with a frightened face, but the crack had not yet closed, and Bai was pulled in by that arm again. And in the moment he was pulled in, a pair of eager eyes looked at Leng Feng, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, although he didn't hear it, Leng Feng knew very well, and the soul cultivator said, "Help." ”

After the tea, Leng Feng turned around again, looking at the fluctuating place, as expected, the void cracked, and his two arms stretched the crack wide, and walked out slowly.

His eyes looked at Leng Feng with golden intent, and he suddenly hooked a smile.

Looking at that face, Leng Feng was solemn, his figure couldn't help but retreat, and the light feather in his hand appeared, from the time he made the move to now, it was only tea time, this Jin Yaoyang had already solved a soul master in the Spirit Infant Realm.

Jin Yi was proud, his eyes were sharp, and a killing intent suddenly struck. His fists clenched suddenly, and a loud shout rang out of the sky.

Hearing that roar, Leng Feng's heart trembled, there were indeed many masters in this ancient capital, and this was just the beginning, and he had already met this powerful monk.

As soon as the light feather flipped over, eighty-one spirit swords appeared, and the thunder was horizontal, intertwined vertically and horizontally.

"Condensation. ”

The condensation fell, the spirit sword waved, and a green lotus appeared in the void, with sword energy, spiritual power, and this time, there was a destructive thunder.

Looking at Qinglian, Jin Yaoyang, who was about to attack, suddenly stopped, and there was a hesitant curiosity in his eyes.

"Cold Mountain?"

In the wilderness of the flood region, there was a green lotus comparable to the demon queen flower, and the meaning of the green lotus was very similar to the one in front of him. That battle resounded throughout the flood region, and among the contemplative generation, even Jin Yaoyang was distracted.

There are a few monks who can draw with Li Zhaoyuan, although Leng Han Mountain has no sound in the sect domain, it has spread throughout the entire contemplation in the flood domain.

Hearing Jin Yaoyang's words, Leng Feng frowned, his eyes reminisced, but he regained his solemnity in just a moment, he didn't remember that he had seen this monk in the Border Wasteland.

Looking at Leng Feng's appearance, Jin Yaoyang had already determined that the rumored Leng Han Mountain was the monk in front of him, called Leng Feng, and immediately stood up solemnly, not on the front side, the golden intent burst out on his head, and a golden ancient bell condensed.

On the ancient bell, the body of the Buddha is four moments, and the golden spiritual power is wrapped around the ancient bell.