Zhang Feng stood on the edge of the pit, his expression was angry and worried, and it was uncertain. In his heart, two completely different emotions were stirred repeatedly, and he couldn't figure out what was going on for a long time.

After being entangled by the tree-eating vine, he had carefully cultivated his fiery telekinesis, deliberately triggering the remnants of his mother's thoughts, and once again appeared the illusion of snow everywhere, even the giant tree that was manifested by the thin and tall man became a tree-shaped white smoke in his eyes, and the tree-eating vine was like a faint white cigarette rope, and if he touched it, he had no effort at all when he broke free.

As soon as he got out of trouble, his first thought was to quickly run away from the battlefield and run for his life. After running a few steps, a terrible gust of wind swept on his back, blowing him to the ground, and immediately after, it seemed that a huge burst of thunder had just hit his body.

The powerful explosive energy shook his body, and he fainted on the spot. I don't know how long later, an inexplicable air flow emanated from his heart and overflowed to his whole body, and his flesh and blood seemed to be moisturized, and it was uncomfortable.

His consciousness gradually returned, and somehow, an inexplicable anger swelled up in his heart.

The anger seemed to have been suppressed for eternity, mellow and intense, and it was hard to help it. He hated heaven and earth and wanted to kill all human beings in the world.

This is very unreasonable, since he was a child, the only thing that has made him murderous is Da Zhuang of Cliff City, and he has no grudge against others, so why should he provoke killing? What's more, his own ability is low, who can he kill? He was confused, and it took a long time to wake up, the monster trapped in the remnants of his mother's thoughts must have awakened, and he may have been devoured.

If that's the case, then it's not good, he doesn't want to be a human demon controlled by monsters.

He tried his best to calm his mind, occasionally calm, occasionally violent, struggling inwardly, and extremely contradictory. In a panic, he crawled out of the pit. When he saw the people standing in the valley, he wanted to kill them quickly, and then he was very worried that he would lose control of his attack. Sometimes he has a domineering belief that he can destroy the world, as if everyone's life and death are in his thoughts, and sometimes he feels that anyone present can put him to death.

After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly thought of Uncle Bald and shouted to help: "Uncle Bald, I have been devoured by my soul, help me." ”

As he spoke, he bypassed the pit and ran towards the place where the husbands were, trying to find the bald uncle. At this moment, another strong wind hit his back, and he was blown to a stumbling and almost fell.

This time, he was completely enraged, and after standing firm, he suddenly turned around, his fierce gaze swept back and forth between the Ninth Young Master, the thin and tall man, and a powerful killing intent spread out from his body, enveloping the entire valley.

That killing intent was so obvious that even the husbands who didn't know how to practice vaguely felt the threat of death. Even the pikas that were foraging in the valley were alarmed and went back to their burrows, hiding in the darkness and shivering.

It was the Ninth Young Master who had just attacked Zhang Feng, he was worried that this almost crazy child would hurt Shang Ling'er, at this time, he was extremely vigilant, and the aura was surging and agitating in his body, ready to strike again at any time.

Shang Xiuyun was also in full swing, and several qi swords had already manifested above her, as long as this white-faced kid acted rashly, she would definitely not be relentless.

The old men once again worked together to manifest into a giant snake, dancing in mid-air, waiting for the Ninth Young Master's order.

The tall and thin man couldn't stay out of the situation in front of him, and he said to the Ninth Young Master: "Ninth Young Master, this kid is very evil, let's kill him together first, and then come to settle our grievances." ”

The Ninth Young Master shook his head, "Although his killing intent is monstrous, the spiritual energy fluctuations in his body are not strong, at most it is only the level of the fourth layer of the Spirit Sea Realm, and it will not pose too much of a threat." I'd rather save his life if I could. ”

The tall and thin man sneered: "I just hurt him, and now I want to save him, the Ninth Young Master's mind has become really fast." This kid's psychic energy flashed out of nowhere, and it must have something to do with something imprisoned in his mother's remnant thoughts. Now the spiritual ability is not strong, but it is limited by the physical body, and when the physical body of this child becomes stronger, it may become a big scourge, and the ninth young master has to weigh it clearly. ”

The Ninth Young Master said: "Every layer of the Spirit Sea Realm has gone through all kinds of difficulties, how can it be so easy for the physical body to become stronger? ”

The tall and thin man frowned, muttered for a moment, and suddenly manifested into a piece of dead wood, and sprang into the air quickly.

It was a purple Qiao, about two meters in diameter and no more than ten meters long, looking unpretentious. However, this is the first time that a tall and thin man has integrated his body into an illusion after his appearance, which shows that this trick is not simple.

The Ninth Young Master immediately thought that although Ziqiao belonged to wood, after it withered, it could be as hard as a golden stone and as heavy as a dark iron, and the thin and tall person manifested this kind of Ziqiao, which was equivalent to replacing gold with wood, and could make the wood-based illusion have the texture and potential energy of the golden illusion. As for why he took the high altitude, it must be to attack with the help of the falling power of the illusion.

Illusions are condensed by aura and telekinesis, and their true weight is usually very light, and even when flying sideways, the potential energy is very limited, even when reaching extreme speed. However, if a skilled practitioner can change the flow of the aura, so that it gains a weight similar to that of a mountain stone, the cultivator will no longer be able to control the trajectory of the illusion, and can only allow it to be driven by gravity and fall on its own.

Generally speaking, the speed of the fall may not be comparable to the horizontal flight, but because of the real weight increase, the potential energy will be very terrifying. If you hit your opponent and then blow yourself up, your damage will be multiplied.

The Ninth Young Master understood the mystery, jumped up, flew to Zhang Feng's place like a feather arrow, and slapped him heavily on the chest, knocking the angry child sideways and hitting the cliff wall on the edge of the valley. Then, he stretched out his arm to the large pit that had been blasted out by the illusion of the giant tree, grabbed a stone chip in the air, and held it tightly in his hand.

The stone shard was dropped by Zhang Feng, and the wooden handle was still there, like a particularly rudimentary dagger.

The Ninth Young Master took a cursory look at this thing, then raised his head and looked at the black dots turned by the illusion of dead wood in the sky, waiting for the most suitable time to make a move.

The black dot gradually fell, growing larger and larger, and gradually clearer, and I could make out that it was a piece of dead wood. Obviously, the dead wood has begun to fall, like a meteorite breaking through the sky, at an alarming speed. The Ninth Young Master was located under the dead wood, and once the dead wood hit the ground, he would be the first to bear the brunt of the heavy blow, but he did not panic, did not evade, and still looked at the rapidly approaching dead wood calmly.

Suddenly, the fall of the dead wood slowed down, and it changed direction in mid-air and flew away into the distance, and immediately, a purple rain of light spread out from the dead wood, and the body of the tall and thin man manifested and fell lightly in the valley.

The Ninth Young Master sighed in disappointment, and slowly walked towards the tall and thin man, the guy also took a step forward, and walked towards him, when the distance between them was only a hundred meters, the two of them stopped with tacit understanding.

The thin and tall man stared at the stone chip in the ninth young master's hand, and took the lead in speaking: "If what you are holding in your hand is indeed a divine weapon, and you just made a move, and you have two percent hope to kill me, why don't you give it a try?"

The Ninth Young Master said lightly: "If the divine weapon falls into your hands, it will be even more disadvantageous to me, why should I risk it for the sake of Yicheng hope." Wouldn't it be better if I was 60% sure that I would kill you now?"

The tall and thin man laughed dryly, "Then why don't you make a move?" Divine weapons are not supported by aura, and only telekinesis can be controlled through the air, I really want to see what kind of realm your telekinetic cultivation has reached. ”

The Ninth Young Master said, "If I don't use my mental power and only throw the divine weapon with the power of my physical body, I can make it barely break through your mental defense and reach within ten steps of you." My ability to move things with mental strength is far inferior to yours, but it shouldn't be difficult to make the divine soldier fly ten more steps. At such a close distance, I aim at the center of your eyebrows, and even if you avoid it, you will inevitably lose an ear. ”

After a pause, he continued: "This method can only hurt you, not kill you." When I really do it, I will let my sister and a few old slaves in the family fight together, so that we have a fifty percent chance of winning you, and now that we have a divine soldier in hand, there will be at least one more chance. Therefore, I said that I was sixty percent sure of killing you, and I was absolutely not boasting. ”

The thin and tall man looked at Shang Xiuyun, and then at the giant snakes manifested by the old men, sneered twice, and did not speak.