The Lord of the Sixth Hall was busy at the moment, constantly circling with the three swarthy men.

He used all the tricks to deal with Li Dan's clone, and he had a draw with the three men.

The dragon is very interesting, sitting on the ground with his butt and dragging his cheeks in both hands, where he watches his group of little phantom beasts fight with three swarthy men, and the little phantom beasts have slowly gained the upper hand.

He occasionally glanced at Shi Feng's side once or twice, and found that Shi Feng did not show a sign of defeat, so he was at ease to watch how his little phantom beast attacked the three dark big men, and realized how to use the mutated phantom beast well.

The chains in the hands of the three men are very powerful, and in their hands they wield it like a soul silk that moves at will, which can be bent and rolled, sometimes turning into a hammer, sometimes turning into a sharp knife.

There seemed to be something special on the chain, and as soon as it touched the Phantom Beast, the Phantom Beast immediately turned into five or six pieces.

This is also the reason why so many little phantom beasts surround the three swarthy men and keep attacking.

With a sword, a sword can only split the Phantom Beast in half, and a Phantom Beast can only turn into two when it is attacked once, and the number of Phantom Beasts is also very good.

However, every time the chain attacked the Phantom Beast, the number of fragments scattered by the Phantom Beast was not fixed, so that the current Dragon no longer knew how many little Phantom Beasts were attacking around the three soul bodies.

The three swarthy men secretly regretted in their hearts at the moment, how could they encounter such an unlucky thing?

It's not just that you can't kill it, it's more and more.

Not just more and more, but more and more solid.

Originally, the Phantommon was still afraid of the chains in their hands, but now, not only could they not break the Phantommon, but the Phantommon actually ignored the attack of their chains.

The three of them quietly glanced at Meng Po and found that Meng Po showed signs of madness, and actually used her strongest attack.

Originally, they wanted to turn around and escape, but seeing that Meng Po had no intention of leaving, they could only honestly fight the little phantom beast there.

It's just that now it's not them who fight Phantommon, it's Phantommon who fights them.

They only have a share of flashes.

But there are so many Phantommons that it's so easy to dodge?

A swarthy man snorted, and a small phantommon hit his chest with its head.

Not only that, but the two claws of the little phantom beast left a deep ten paw prints on his chest, each of which was drenched in blood. In the middle of the paw print, a piece of flesh was bitten by the little phantom beast.

At the moment when the swarthy man was stunned, dozens of little phantom beasts left countless commemorative symbols on him.

The swarthy man didn't have time to snort a second time, and his body was already covered with little phantom beasts. In the blink of an eye, the Netherworld had gained some Netherworld Qi.

A skeleton in the shape of a soul fell to the ground in its entirety.

After tearing this swarthy man, all the phantom beasts that attacked him did not hesitate at all, and automatically divided into two groups and rushed towards the remaining two swarthy men in charge of Qiu Long.

It is estimated that what awaits them is a complete skeleton shelf.

Qiu Long sighed secretly, so without tossing.

Shi Feng saw that Meng Po had used a very powerful trick, and he also knew that this was this old woman's desperate trick, and he would fight hard.

But he didn't dare to use the blaster.

When the pale green meteor struck him, he also used his most powerful trick besides the explosive knife.

Nine big feet and the Enlightenment Monument flew out at the same time and smashed hard at Meng Po.

"Nine feet are one, I will let you realize your previous life!" Shi Feng was also strange, he had to not lose to Meng Po in words. Originally, there were no moves, no names, and he had to add a sentence.

But to Shi Feng's surprise, when the seven big feet in the lower dantian flew next to the two big feet that were originally chasing this Meng Po, they really merged into one and attacked Meng Po together with the Enlightenment Monument.

Meng Po only felt that she was pressed to the ground by an invisible force, and she couldn't move if she wanted to, so she kicked her big foot fiercely, and the Enlightenment Monument smashed hard against herself.

Meng Po closed her eyes, it was over, she couldn't move if she wanted to, all the cultivation she had unintentionally increased was on the bowl, and the current situation was waiting to become a meat paste!

The pale green meteor was just an instant, and it arrived at Shi Feng's side.

Shi Feng was actually in exactly the same condition as Meng Po, and he couldn't move.

What is not as good as Meng Po is that Meng Po has a flexible mind, although she closes her eyes and waits for death, her thinking is extremely clear.

But now Shi Feng only felt that his thinking seemed to be entangled by something, and he actually became sluggish.

He felt that every small green meteor-like bowl was mixed with extremely complex emotions.

There is helplessness, sadness, sadness, excitement, and many emotions that Shi Feng can't express in words.

It was the combination of these emotions that stumbled Shi Feng's thinking, making his thinking extremely slow, and he needed to think for a long time to even move his steps.

Small bowls the size of soybeans glowing with pale green light entered Shi Feng's body when he was powerless.

Each small bowl frantically absorbed Shi Feng's soul silk and his consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feng had become unconscious.

At this time, Qiu Long not only solved the three soul bodies besieged by his little phantom beast, but also solved the three swarthy men who were fighting with the six hall masters.

When he and the Sixth Hall Lord turned their heads to look at Shi Feng, they saw the last small bowl of pale green light disappear on the surface of Shi Feng's body.

Qiu Long only felt a swish around him, and when he turned his head, the Sixth Hall Lord actually disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And Shi Feng's two eyes were already closed weakly.

The dragon is crazy!

Swift towards the pinnacle.

"Master, master, what's the matter with you?"

Shi Feng's eyes were closed and he stood there without the slightest reaction.

"Master, master, you can't be fine, you can say something to me!"

While destroying the six swarthy men, Qiu Long heard Meng Po's sentence 'The soup is in the bowl, and from now on the soul does not turn', and also saw the bowls the size of pots, turning into countless small bowls the size of soybeans with a pale green glow.

He felt that the situation was urgent, so he hurriedly stood up and asked the little phantom beast to destroy the three black men who had tied with the main body of the Six Palaces.

But in that single breath, he and the Sixth Hall Lord turned around and saw the last rays of pale green light burrowing into Shi Feng's body.

Then Shi Feng became blind, and then Shi Feng closed his eyes. Next, no matter how the dragon shouted, Shi Feng was left standing with his eyes closed, unresponsive.

Qiu Long knew very well in his heart at this moment that Shi Feng had already fallen for Meng Po's trick.

I can't say that my master really can't be reincarnated anymore and has completely disappeared.

After crying for a while, Qiu Long looked blankly at Shi Feng who was standing in front of him with his eyes closed, and began to use his clothes speechlessly to give Shi Feng the dust on his face.

What is the point of being alive by oneself?

Qiu Long wiped Shi Feng's face and muttered in a low voice in his heart.