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The forest is reckless, this is a primeval forest, there are few bushes in the forest, all towering thousand-year-old trees. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The branches of the info trees are intertwined, and the flourishing branches and leaves stretch out like turquoise clouds, covering the blue sky tightly. A huge camphor tree protrusion came into view, its bark dark green, and its thick, strangely shaped branches coiled around the tree like a dragon. The breeze passed, and the branches and leaves rattled, like the sigh of a dragon.

This is a sea of trees and a paradise for monsters. Branches are branched and leaves are stacked on top of each other. There are no roads and no people. If a mortal does this again, he may not even know the direction.

Leng Feng sat in a black robe, in the vast forest, walking slowly, before this he encountered many demon beasts to stop him, but he was killed one by one. He was not in a hurry, three months was a long time, and he walked into the middle of Mangdang Mountain, which was very rich for Leng Feng.

During this period, Leng Feng and the monks who had met the same place more than once, and they fought for a short time, just to test each other. There was no big deal about it, after all, it was just the beginning.

An angry roar came, it was the roar of the Jiaohu, and Leng Feng, who was smiling, looked forward, he was not interested in the Jiaohu but a familiar breath.

The "evil animal" looked to be in his twenties, and his black robe made it even more eerie.

Jiaohu, a peak demon beast of the Imperial Realm, roared and released one after another inheritance secret techniques, but it still did not cause any injuries to the monk.

"You're just an auxiliary soul, and you're making me work so hard. The robed monk muttered, and offered a skeletal banner to collect the tiger in it.

Leng Feng just looked at everything in front of him coldly, practicing the soul banner was so bloody, collecting the soul of a demon beast was the same as collecting the soul of a monk. And Leng Feng is familiar with this remnant monk, he was originally a genius disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect, Ghost Chong, signed a master-servant contract with Leng Feng in the Buddha cave, and after more than a year has passed, I don't know why he sentenced him to leave the evil spirit and go to scattered cultivation, but now this cultivation can't help but impress Leng Feng.

As soon as Jiaohu was extinguished, a black spiritual power approached the face of the ghost, which was definitely a deadly offensive.

In the face of the attack of spiritual power, Ghost Chong did not panic, and with a cold snort, the soul banner suddenly appeared at the source of spiritual power, and his body tilted slightly to avoid the deadly spiritual power.

Looking at the attack of the soul flag, Leng Feng smiled coldly, the golden body liquid was running, and suddenly his right arm was pale gold, and he suddenly held it up, holding the soul flag in his hand, making it impossible to break free.

"Scattered" Ghost Chong shouted, and the soul banner held by Leng Feng instantly turned into black smoke and surged towards Ghost Chong's hand, the black mist gradually condensed, and once again turned into a soul banner and appeared in Ghost Chong's hand. This time, Ghost Chong was not impulsive, but quietly looked at the black-robed monk in the depths.

Although the two had a master-servant contract, Leng Feng borrowed Chilin's scales to hide the slightest induction. This time he was going to test the cheap slave who had come before. The soul banner was taken away, and Leng Feng walked out of the deep forest, step by step unhurriedly, looking at the ghost in front of him rushing closer and tighter, and the corners of his mouth seduced a wicked smile.

"Sacrifice"

Ghost Chong is not an ignorant person, he immediately sacrificed the soul flag, and the main soul of the five concentrating demons rushed straight to Leng Feng, Ghost Chong did not dare to hold it up, and the ghost Dao exercises he practiced deeply warned himself that the monk in front of him was very dangerous.

"Up"

The thunder sword rose sideways, and the overlord sword duel rose, he didn't want to use the ten thousand sword array, because it would be easy to be recognized by the ghost chong, and the vajra sutra blessed the overlord sword duel, and waved it suddenly. A golden domineering spiritual power slashed away.

There was a muffled bang, it was the sound of spiritual power colliding, and the five condensing demon beasts scattered the golden spiritual power in a trance, and then the ghost chong pinched the seal again, and the demon soul suddenly became hideous, and pounced on the black-clothed monk with a sharper attack before.

Leng Feng did not stop, after the first spiritual power was shattered, he swung out the second path again, and before the second golden spiritual power arrived, Leng Feng immediately swung out, the third and fourth paths. This overlord sword can by no means be overbearing, and when this fourth way is swinged, I already feel that this spiritual power is already a little weak. This is still just a running sword duel, and it does not perform the eleventh style of the sword.

Three powerful and domineering spiritual powers poured into the place of the five soul beasts one after another, and with three muffled bangs, the concentrating soul beasts were suddenly illusory, without the original hideousness, let alone the previous strength.

The Tripitaka suddenly stood up, no wonder Fuxing Han had already lost his spiritual power after just casting two styles, this overlord sword was really extraordinary, and it was a hole card that sacrificed his life.

The soul beast was illusory, and the ghost chong also received a lot of backlash, and immediately snorted. Then he pinched the mark again, but was stopped by Leng Feng.

"That's right, your soul banner alone is also among the best existences in Heavenly Spirit Valley. ”

Leng Feng took off the big hat on his head, and seventy-two changed and put it away to show his true self in front of Ghost Chong. Of course, that trace of the master-servant contract was also released by Leng Feng.

"The Master"

Ghost Chong was pleasantly surprised, when he knew that the wind mark of Tianling Valley winning the championship was Leng Feng, who had accepted him as a war slave at the beginning, he didn't know how happy he was, he was also a leader among his peers, and the only one who could make him bow his head was probably only a peerless genius like Xiang Leng Feng who could be convinced of him.

"You should call me young master after that. Feeling a monk a little older than himself calling out to his master, Leng Feng always felt a little awkward to listen.

"Okay young master" Ghost Chong put away the soul flag. The hood behind his back was put on, and he once again fell into a deep forest with Leng Feng.

Along the way, Leng Feng finally understood why Ghost Chong ended up like this. At the beginning, Leng Feng killed the descendants of a big man of the Evil Spirit Sect before he collected Ghost Chong, and after ****, the big man of the Evil Spirit Sect was angry with Ghost Chong and wanted to kill him immediately.

However, under the desperate bail of Master Ghost Chong, Ghost Chong was expelled from the sect, without the protection of the sect, there were many monks who offended Ghost Chong before, and this kind of monk who beat the water dog can be said to be everywhere in the spiritual world. For half a year, Oni Chong was hovering on the edge of life and death. Of course, this cultivation also increased dramatically, and gradually surpassed his previous opponents, but which of his previous opponents was not a person who was important to the sect and family, and then sent the power of the Imperial Realm Consummation Realm and the Condensing Divine Realm to encircle and suppress the ghost chong.

Until one day, when Ghost Chong was forced into a desperate situation, he met a loose cultivator who was about to turn into a void, and seeing that Ghost Chong was talented and intelligent, and it also complemented his exercises, he was rescued by this casual cultivator, and ordered Ghost Chong to accept his mantle. Inheriting the life-saving grace of this monk of the void, he worshipped him as a teacher again.

Under his careful teaching, Ghost Chong can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds, and in about half a year, he has reached the late stage of the Imperial Realm, and in the next three months, Ghost Chong is looking for the soul of the Great Demon of Condensation, and once again sacrificing the Five Ghost Devouring Flags. Deep in the mountains of purgatory, the auction house snatched it, and finally gathered enough five condensing demon souls, and after deep training, he received a recall from the master.

The reappearance is the area of this Kyushu event.

The two of them walked forward without stopping, with the addition of Ghost Chong, Leng Feng was still not too high-profile, within three days, the two of them replenished their spiritual power at night, and occasionally solved the demon beasts that were beyond their strength, of course, the demon soul was absorbed by Ghost Chong's soul flag.

"Young master, ahead is the Mangdang Mountains. Oni Chong's eyes shone with green light, looking into the deep forest ahead. It is obvious that there is a big difference from this place.

"Go there," suddenly Leng Feng turned in the direction and walked away. Although Ghost Chong didn't have many questions, he just followed Leng Feng directly.

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"You really can't give up on me. Qingyi dragged his injured body and stepped back step by step. It can be seen that Qingyi has no combat power at this moment, and the loss of spiritual power makes it difficult for him to even move, not to mention that he is seriously injured at this time.

These were three monks with broken clothes and many scars, and it was obvious that Qingyi had caused them to do so. The clothes of the three of them are all kinds of clothes, and at first glance they are scattered cultivators, and the three unrelated scattered cultivators have joined forces to deal with one person, except for the absolute benefits, I am afraid that no one will join forces with someone who is not familiar with them.

"Hand over the ruins map, I promise that when you die, it won't hurt, it hurts, it hurts. ”

"Delusional, even if I die, I will not send the creation to you and others. ”

"I don't know what to do" After speaking, he sent out a deadly offensive and approached Qingyi.

"I don't know what to do, huh, I want to see who has the courage to hunt down my Heavenly Spirit Valley monk. A dark shadow appeared and stopped the deadly attack for Qingyi.

Feeling the arrival of the black shadow, the three scattered cultivators immediately raised their vigilance, the previous Qingyi had already made them have a lot of trouble, and now there is another black-robed monk, listening to his language, it is the same as this Qingyi is the cultivation of the Heavenly Spirit Valley. And the power it exudes is a little stronger than that.

"Your Excellency, I advise you to leave, although the three of us have suffered some minor injuries, you are sure that you will deal with me and others alone. "This is a yellow-shirted monk, who looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old. At this moment, the three of them can be described as grasshoppers on the same line. If you leave, I am afraid that there is only a two-thirds survival rate.

"Ghost Chong, help him protect the Dharma. After saying that, he shouted angrily, and attacked the three of them, and Xiao Jin's shoulder fell straight towards a middle-aged monk.

The stegosaurus appeared, golden light burst out, and a reckless dragon roared in the sky.

"Wind Scar"

Three voices came out at the same time, Stegosaurus, Tianling Valley, the two words have already proved the identity of this black-robed young man, except for the wind marks that won the first place in the Spirit Valley Competition, I am afraid that there is no one. The name of a man and the shadow of a tree are very unfruitful in the battle with it. For the sake of a ruin, he didn't entrust his life here, and then fled alone in three directions with three angry shouts.

Leng Feng didn't chase it, he knew that if he chased it, he would kill one person at most, but at this time, he was like the common enemy of all the monks, and he would return in disgrace like before.

After the tea, Qingyi's scars were already under control, and he got up and bowed deeply to Leng Feng, Leng Feng was his savior at this moment, if Leng Feng didn't come to the rescue today, I'm afraid that Qingyi would have died at this time. Leng Feng did not stop Qingyi's actions, because this was the dignity of a monk, and if he stopped it, I am afraid that Qingyi would be embarrassed.

At this time, Qingyi can walk slowly, but the loss of spiritual power and the scars on his body cannot recover to his peak in a day or two. At this moment, Leng Feng also took out the black wide robe to cover Qingyi, and the three of them helped Qingyi recover while walking.

"Why are they hunting you?"

"Because of it"

"This is the relic of a contemplative power. ”

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