The sound of killing was rejected in this hundred zhang land, not far away, the black-clothed young man sat on the chair, playing with the wine glass in his hand, his expression was calm, his eyes were slightly squinted at the human tragedy in front of him where the monks killed each other, his eyes were indifferent, and there was no pity at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind him, the woman in the pink and blue dress also had a sweet smile, as if she was accustomed to the scene in front of her, and the masked people around him were waiting for his orders at any time.

"It's slow, and sure enough, garbage is garbage. ”

The black-clothed young man stood up and stretched his waist: "It's too sleepy, I'll go sleep for a while, they will call me when they are done, after a stick of incense, if there are still people, kill them all." ”

"Yes!" the masked men next to him all bowed their hands.

"Congratulations to the young master!"

The masked people around were all kneeling on one knee, at the same time.

Thousands of meters away, Yan Feng and Bai Mi, who were hiding in the maple trees, were completely shocked by the scene in front of them, killing each other...

Why?!

Why do they kill each other!

This was the only question on the minds of the two of them.

"Yan boy. ”

Just as the black-clothed young man turned to leave, Bai Mi condensed in his heart and said, everyone can see that now is the best opportunity.

"It's now!" Yan Feng also stared in his eyes.

The figures of the two disappeared into the leaves in an instant, rushing towards the center of the Temple of Heaven.

At the moment when the figures of the two disappeared, the originally hundred-zhang area, several Nine Palace Realms with closed eyes and knees opened, and they all opened their eyes, and they thought in an instant, and the cultivation in their bodies was condensed, and the coercion descended on the masked people nearby, and they were all blown away.

"Huh?"

The young man in black turned around and froze slightly, but he didn't stop, and continued to walk forward, a smile rising on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally... It's a little more interesting!"

In his eyes, a purple light flashed.

"The old rules!"

A wolf roared, and in an instant, the Temple of Heaven was a thousand feet in circumference, and a huge white wolf king came out of the red flames, galloping on the ground, and the rumbling sound shook the ground, like the wind hit.

The tens of thousands of masked people were slightly stunned, and then they all greeted them, ready to strangle the white wolf!

But at this moment, the monks who were still killing each other, as soon as they saw this scene, half stopped, and the anger that had been stored in their hearts exploded in an instant, and they all roared and killed from behind these masked men.

Yan Feng stood at the head of the Wolf King, the sword behind him was slowly drawn out, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the Temple of Heaven.

There, the center of the barrier!

Just as the White Wolf King was about to meet these masked men, the wolf's tail swept Yan Feng and threw it out suddenly.

The sound of breaking the sky was sandwiched with a sonic boom, and Yan Feng's figure passed by like the wind in an instant, appearing on this Temple of Heaven in an instant.

In the center of the Temple of Heaven, Yan Feng's sword bloomed with a shocking light, slashing towards the purple beads in the center.

As long as this sword is slashed, the barrier will be broken!

At this moment, a black shadow appeared in front of the purple bead, a finger against Yan Feng's sword, and an invisible wave of qi spread out from above this Temple of Heaven in a ring, shaking up the wind and sand.

So fast!

This was Yan Feng's first thought, and he didn't even see how this black-clothed young man appeared.

A strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth, the black-clothed young man's fingers flicked suddenly, turned around and kicked, Yan Feng also kicked out, and his feet collided.

Yan Feng's body, under this force, was directly knocked back dozens of feet!

At the same time, around him, dozens of masked people appeared, and all of them were strong.

The aura of many of them made Yan Feng feel familiar!

Yan Feng's eyebrows froze, among these people there was the aura of several people, and they were very similar to the inky black men of the Dragon Palace, but they were much weaker.

Ghosts...

Yan Feng's eyebrows froze, if he guessed correctly, these people would be ghosts and immortals.

On the other side, the wolf's roar came, and Bai Mi's huge figure passed through tens of thousands of people, fighting, and the original monks also joined the battle at this moment.

Blood began to spill over the land.

Glancing at these dozens of people, Yan Feng suddenly grasped the sword in his hand, but at this moment, in front of him, three figures appeared, one of which was lying on his back.

"Lao Yu has seen the portrait of Xiaoyou, if you guess correctly, Xiaoyou is Brother Fang's disciple Yan Feng's little brother. The old man with his back on his back did not turn around, but said with a smile.

"It's really a young talent. ”

"I've seen three seniors. ”

Yan Feng didn't feel strange at all about the strangeness of these three people, Fang Mu had already told him that although the major forces in the world were like this at present, there were still many medium-sized or even small-looking forces, but in fact, there were many powerful people hidden among them.

There are also many wandering cultivators around the world, and these people are all uncertain.

These three people should be among them, and it is not surprising that they know themselves, there are very few monks in the whole world who do not know Yan Feng's appearance.

"These ghosts and monks will be handed over to me and the other three, and you can do your own thing with peace of mind. ”

After speaking, the three of them rushed to the side, and in an instant, dozens of masked people around them were all stopped by the powerful offensive of these three people, and they couldn't get close to Yan Feng at all.

Ghost Immortal, under two hundred years, the difference between strength and the Nine Palaces is actually not very big, and two hundred years, this is a boundary!

On the Temple of Heaven, the black-clothed young man was looking at Yan Feng, with a hint of banter in his eyes, obviously not taking Yan Feng in his eyes at all.

Yan Feng's sword was held tightly, and he could feel that although this young man only had the coercion of the Nine Palace Realm, his intuition told him that this person was very dangerous!

Moreover, in this enchantment, his strength has been suppressed by nearly half...!

Skimming the bead in the center of the Temple of Heaven slightly, purple stars rose from it, this is the core of this barrier, only by destroying it, this barrier can be broken.

Whatever the reason, I had to break this bead first!

With a flicker of eyebrows, Yan Feng's body, the fire of the three-color Shura swirled up, and the sword suddenly clenched, and his body rushed to the Temple of Heaven.

"Garbage. ”

A voice sounded softly in Yan Feng's ears, Yan Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly found that there was no one in front of him at all.

I only felt a terrifying force surging from behind me, and Yan Feng's figure was directly knocked away dozens of feet and rolled to the ground.

Uncle's!

How could it be so fast!

Yan Feng gritted his teeth, and the pillar sword stood up, blood flowing wantonly from the corners of his mouth.

With his strength, the ordinary Nine Palace Realm is not a problem at all, but at this moment, his strength is suppressed... And obviously, this black-clothed young man is strong, and he is by no means an existence that ordinary Nine Palace Realm can match!

In this case, wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, Yan Feng stood up straight, and the golden light appeared in his eyes, the eyes of Haotian!