However, since the system needs to rescue the Heaven Killing Dao Sect by itself, there is no reason to compromise so easily, according to what he thinks, the system should not hesitate to turn its face and bring itself to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

Disordered, disordered thoughts!

The more Wang Feng thought about it, the more bored he became, and even a violent red glow flashed in his eyes that had been calm.

Ever since the destruction of the Qingyun Dao Sect, his heart had been in a depressed state.

And at this moment, after Liu Pipa left, the five-colored ribbon that had been binding the old man slowly dissipated, and the old man also regained his senses.

The moment he regained his senses, he didn't flee immediately, but even threw himself into a rage and shouted: "Bold maniac, do you know what kind of place this is!"

This loud shout immediately woke Wang Feng from his thoughts, and a strong tyrannical aura rose from his body.

"Noise!"

Without any warning, Wang Feng moved, formed a palm with his right hand, and swooped down in front of the old man's head.

There are no gorgeous mystical techniques, let alone strong spiritual power fluctuations, a palm of pure flesh. But the old man felt as if a majestic mountain was rushing towards him, and he only had time to raise his sword to block it in horror.

The medium-grade mysterious weapon broke like a withered branch in Wang Feng's hand, and then pressed the palm on the old man's head.

boom

Blood foam flew everywhere, and the old man in the early stage of Xuan Ying exploded, and Xuan Ying didn't have time to escape, so he was grasped by Wang Fengyi in his hand.

The terrifying power of the late stage of the body venerable was shocked, and it directly dispersed the old man's soul baby, leaving a transparent Xuan Baby, which turned into 50 million high-grade spiritual energy values.

The bloody aura that was so thick that it could not be dissolved permeated over this icy snow-capped mountain, stimulating a factor called violence in Wang Feng's body.

"Fellow Daoist, it's too much to come to my Cold Ice Dao Sect to kill the elders of my sect!"

Almost the moment the old man died, in the depths of the Cold Ice Dao Sect, a mighty divine thought carried a strong cold aura. Surging coming.

This divine consciousness is impressive!

"It's good to come!"

Wang Feng turned his head suddenly, and the red light flashed in his eyes.

"Look for death!"

In response to a low shout full of anger, a middle-aged man in white came from the sky, and this person was none other than the Sect Master of the Cold Ice Dao, Han Jiu.

The early stage of Xuantian!

Kill one of his elders in the Mountain Gate of the Ice Dao Sect. This is no longer a question of one person dying, but about the face of this Cold Ice Dao Sect, and even more about the majesty of Han Jiu.

Almost at the moment when the old man transmitted the news back to the sect, Han Jiu set off to come, but he didn't expect it to be too late.

"Wang Feng, come to the Cold Ice Dao Sect and do that thing of destruction!"

Without giving Han Jiu any extra words, Wang Feng let out a long roar, and his body suddenly turned into an afterimage. There was a sonic boom in the air.

"What a strong body!"

Han Jiu's face was like an ice cube, showing a hint of emotion. Insider, he could feel that the young man in front of him was purely relying on his physical body to burst out at this speed, without using the slightest spiritual power.

Surprise is surprise, but Han Jiu didn't panic at all, and swiped in front of him with one hand.

"Ice Boundary!"

With a low shout, a wall of ice tens of meters thick suddenly appeared in front of him, stretching for hundreds of meters, completely isolating him from Wang Feng.

"Shattered!"

Wang Feng didn't know when he held a heavy sword with a width of two meters. Flagrantly cut down.

It is the heavy sword that has been upgraded by the system to a level, a high-grade mysterious weapon.

The power of the late stage of the body was released vividly at this moment. Passed along the sword to the ice wall.

Thundered

Like an iron rod shattering thin ice, the ice wall of tens of meters was shattered under Wang Feng's power, and the self-heavy sword collapsed into it, and then collapsed.

Between the lightning and flint, Wang Feng's body directly broke through the ice wall and swept towards Han Jiu's body.

"This power?"

Han Jiu was shocked. He could roughly feel the strength of the other party's body from Wang Feng's speed, but he never expected that the other party would directly smash his own ice realm with just his physical body.

In the late stage of Xuanming, the other party is only a late stage of Xuanming!

It's a long story, but from Wang Feng's departure to the explosion of the ice wall, and then through the past. It doesn't take more than a blink of an eye.

Countless pieces of ice flew all over the sky, reflecting a bright light in the light of the sun, and also reflecting a black-haired young man under the ice crystals.

Hurry, too fast!

Before Han Jiu could react, Wang Feng had already pulled the distance between the two to ten meters.

Ten meters, for a body cultivator in the late stage of the body, is to stand in front of him.

Han Jiu could even feel that Wang Feng's body under his white robe contained terrifying power, and the violence like a fierce beast of the desolation rushed towards him.

Han Jiu really couldn't imagine how a human body's body could burst out with such terrifying power.

There was no room for him to think about it anymore, because Wang Feng's cold and rigid face was already facing him, and a pair of eyes like a starry sky swept a bloodthirsty red light.

"Domain, frozen world!"

Shock is shock, but the means of a Xuantian stage are by no means so simple. Han Jiu's arms were stretched, and the space within a radius of ten miles suddenly became strongly distorted.

The unique ability of the Xuantian Period, deriving the world, has its own domain.

In the world of his own creation, he is an absolute god, supreme and omnipotent.

The turbulent and twisted void swallowed Wang Feng in one fell swoop, and both Wang Feng and Han Jiu disappeared from this heaven and earth.

The void rippled, like a lake that had been thrown into stones, slowly regaining its calm.

It is a white space, with no mountains, no water, only endless snow.

Goose feather snowflakes fell in the sky, and the air was sometimes whistling with icy winds, rolling up the sky with pieces of snowflakes.

In the center of this snow-white land, Wang Feng stood with a sword, and above him, Han Jiu looked down coldly, his expression was cold.

"This is the field!"

Feeling the howling wind in his ears, the biting chill on his skin, and the cold feeling brought by the melting of snowflakes, Wang Feng was also surprised.

In an instant, he couldn't help but think of the scene of the roaring waves when He Lao was treating Lingling, obviously, it should be He Lao's domain.

However, compared to the realm of He Lao, the realm of this Ice Dao Sect is too far behind. The sea water in the river is full of life and agility, and it gives people a vast atmosphere.

Although Han Jiu's realm looked boundless, Wang Feng could feel that this realm was not as big as it seemed, and it would not exceed a hundred miles at most.

"Cold Ice Dao Sect Leader Han Jiu, who are you?"

Above, Han Jiu looked down at Wang Feng condescendingly, his body was emaciated, but it was full of majesty in the wind and snow.

It was as if he was the God who ruled everything, high above.

And in fact, in his own realm, he is a god, here he does not worry about the consumption of spiritual power, the whole world provides him with a steady stream of spiritual power. Do whatever you want, even control the heavens and the earth.

He didn't rush to kill Wang Feng, a late Xuan Ming came to his realm, no matter how strong he was, it was useless, he could only let him slaughter.

In fact, no Xuantian period can defeat the Xuantian period, and the realm is a hurdle that cannot be crossed.

Of course, he was not in a hurry to kill Wang Feng in order to be able to figure out the identity of the other party. The Qingyun Dao Sect had just been destroyed a few days ago, and now it was in the late stage of Xuanming, and in this sensitive period, Han Jiu had to consider Wang Feng's identity.

If it was really a mid-level Dao Sect or even a high-grade Dao Sect genius who came out to experience and kill him, it would definitely bring ruin to himself and even the entire Cold Ice Dao Sect.

As the sect master of a Dao Sect, Han Jiu thought much more than ordinary people.

He is a cautious person, and it is precisely because of his caution that when his own sect sent his disciples to explore an ancient secret realm, he chose to retreat, and that time, all the fellow disciples and brothers sent to explore the secret realm were not spared, and they all died.

Although he escaped, he was expelled from the sect in the end, if it weren't for his master's generosity to him, and secretly gave him a hidden cultivation pill, he would have been completely destroyed by the sect's cultivation, and he would have frozen to death in the wind and snow.

As soon as he thought of his sect, Han Jiu had a feeling of chilling all over his body, that was the real Ice Dao Sect.

Compared with his own Cold Ice Dao Sect, that sect doesn't know much more about the artistic conception of the cold, and he has only learned a scratch of the surface.

"Could it be that the sect discovered itself?"

Thinking of this, Han Jiu was shocked, and quickly gathered his thoughts, staring at Wang Feng tightly.

Wang Feng stared at Han Jiu calmly, taking in his gaze, and a trace of doubt passed through his heart.

"There is no sect and no faction, Wang Feng, come to your sect to get some spirit stones. ”

Wang Feng wanted to say a word about the doppelganger Daozong, but when the words came to his mouth, he had to swallow them back,

There is a history of killing the Heavenly Daozun and the grievances of the fairy world, and the doppelganger, if you can not mention it, it is better not to mention it.

"There is no door and no faction, take some spirit stones and use them?"

Rao is the master of the Han Jiuyi Sect, the state of mind of the Xuantian Period, and he was also slightly stunned by Wang Feng's words, and almost didn't react.

In fact, the spirit stone is still an indispensable thing for monks below the Xuankong period, but when it comes to the Xuanxia period, the spirit stone is a little chicken.

Because when they reach their realm, it is no longer a simple matter of how much spiritual power they have, but the realm, understanding, and some precious and rare spiritual treasures of heaven and earth.

For example, in the Xuantian Period, when he was promoted to the Xuantian Period, with his simple understanding, except for some Heavenly Sect's high-grade Daoist Sons, few were able to break through.

If you want to take a shortcut, you need to obtain a wisp of Xiaohongmeng Purple Qi's Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure.

Like this, he came to the spirit stone in a clear way, and then contacted Wang Feng's cultivation, it was obvious that Han Jiu had already regarded Wang Feng as a late-stage Xuanming monk who wanted to buy Xiaohongmeng purple qi and raise spirit stones.

Han Jiu laughed angrily, pointed at Wang Feng and said coldly:

"I really don't know whether to live or die, my Cold Ice Dao Sect has been standing for more than 5,300 years again, and it is the first time that I have encountered a door-to-door robbery. ”

Speaking of this, Han Jiu's smile suddenly closed, and the murderous intention was revealed: "It's still a Xuan Netherworld Period!" (to be continued......)