Yinlong Lake, an island in the middle of the lake.

The high-level elders of the twelve sects surrendered one by one, their faces full of helplessness and bitterness.

Above the island, there was a young man in Xuanyi holding an iron fan, eagle-like eyes, indifferent and empty, and the most peculiar thing was that his whole body skin was covered with a layer of metal iron, and even his clothes and hair seemed to be assimilated by gold and iron.

The breath of cold metal, pouring like mercury, penetrated the surrounding void, and even the air froze, without a breeze at all.

"Iron Xiao Allah, our twelve sects have surrendered, and we are willing to submit to the iron dragon, is it possible that you have to kill them all?"

The Supreme Elder of the Cloud Sword Sect held back his anger and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

As a true Xuan level of kendo cultivation, he slashed at Allah with a thunderbolt before, splashing a burst of sparks, and the latter was actually unharmed. Not only that, but he himself was struck by a terrible force.

The rest of the elders of the twelve sects dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and their hearts were worried, and they did not have the slightest thought of resisting.

Allah, for them, too far away.

Xiaoyue Sect, the Great Elder sighed secretly: "In the past, the Iron Dragon Power and the Tianfeng Power each had a Allah level, and this was the key to maintaining balance. And now, the iron dragon powerhouse has an extra Allah level to turn the situation around in one fell swoop. ”

The birth of a Allah affects the situation in a vast territory.

They stand in the clouds, overlooking all living beings, and their every thought will affect the fate of tens of millions of people.

"Allah" floats in the air, indifferent and unforgiving, without saying a word.

On the side of the Iron Dragon Powerhouse, the mysterious man shrouded in black veil took out a blank scroll with a strange texture, about a few feet long.

"Blood Contract Scroll: All of the Thirteen Kingdoms True Spirit Realms you are present must sign a blood contract. ”

The mysterious man of the black gauze said indifferently.

Killing the twelve sects will not be of substantial benefit to the Iron Dragon powerhouse. Moreover, it is not easy to really wipe out the twelve deep-rooted sects in one fell swoop and cut the grass to the roots.

The most clever way is to make these sects powerful and become affiliated to achieve the maximum benefit.

The elders of the twelve sects present glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of helplessness.

The Blood Pact, like the Surrender, is more importantly, binding. Once a contract is signed on it with your own blood, then it will have an invisible binding force and will no longer be a dead letter.

Half a cup of tea has passed.

The high-level elders of the twelve sects signed the blood contract one by one, and on the "blood contract scroll", they were staked in blood.

As for the Ancient Secluded Palace, it itself belonged to a branch of the Red Moon Demon Sect, and belonged to the side of the Iron Dragon Power camp, so it did not participate.

Phew-

"Iron Allah", who was high in the air, was expressionless, turned into a brilliant iron light, rushed into the sky, and his figure was quickly submerged.

Allah appeared, less than half an hour, from beginning to end, almost never shot, silently, subverting the tide of the battle.

The twelve sects surrendered, and this news soon spread throughout the sects of the thirteen countries, causing a sensation in all directions.

Not long after, the powerhouses of the Twelve Sects of the Iron Dragon Power Camp settled in, and the original high-level positions of the sect also underwent some changes.

Among them, Xiaoyue Sect.

Yunhai Zhenren was promoted to the new sect master of the Xiaoyue Sect and became the spokesperson of the Iron Dragon Powerhouse.

Great Elder, because of the loss of an arm, that great war, the source of true spirits, the cultivation was reduced, and he took a back seat.

Yunhai Zhenren won the trust of the Iron Dragon Power, and in the sect, he also had the support of the law enforcement elders, and became the most powerful figure in the Xiaoyue Sect in one fell swoop.

After appointing the sect master, Yunhai Zhenren quickly issued an order: hunt down and kill the traitor Zhao Feng

"Zhao Feng's son, who does not abide by the rules of the sect, has no respect for the elders, escapes without authorization, when he captures and kills the Hui sect, if there is resistance, he will be killed. ”

The majestic and ruthless voice of Yunhai Zhenren spread throughout the hall.

The order soon spread to the whole sect.

Not only that, Xiaoyuezong also issued a huge reward to capture Zhao Feng.

Those who provide clues to Zhao Feng alone can get a reward of 10,000 Yuan Crystals, which is not a small amount for a real person.

As for capturing Zhao Feng, the various rewards add up, and the price is ten times higher

The Great Elder and Grandma June took a back seat and remained silent about all the events in the sect. If Yunhai Zhenren can't find any handle, and he doesn't have absolute certainty, he won't dare to attack them.

For a while, the people of Xiaoyue Sect were panicked.

However, Yunhai Zhenren is also a person with great means, acting vigorously, with clear rewards and punishments, and quickly won some people's hearts.

Horizontal clouds and sky forests, foggy forests.

Zhao Feng has been consulting the spiritual secret technique recently, trying to dissolve the "ghost imprint" on his body.

As long as the ghost imprint is on the body for a day, the nausea that lingers will never go away.

However, the level of this ghost imprint was extremely high, and although Zhao Feng's divine spirit eyes could sense its existence, it was very difficult to dissolve it.

"As long as the 'ghost mark' is still on my body for a day, my safety will be threatened. If that hall master-level mysterious skeleton recovers its strength to its peak, I'm afraid it will ......"

Zhao Feng checked all the methods of spiritual secret techniques in his mind, but he was a little helpless.

A month has passed since the consolidation of the cultivation realm.

Zhao Feng's spiritual secret technique has made great progress, and he has some understanding of the principle of the 'ghost mark'.

"The Ghost Mark, it should use the power of the soul spirit body, a bit like the mysterious power of the Hundred Graves Curse. But the Ghost Mark, which is not aggressive in any way, only puts a mark on me, so the Divine Eye does not produce instinctive resistance. ”

Zhao Feng finally had some clues.

Next, he has another way, that is, to use the power of the "Curse of the Hundred Graves" to fight poison with poison and dissolve the ghost mark.

But the curse of the hundred graves is too dangerous, and Zhao Feng has to weigh one or two.

Half a day later.

Zhao Feng once again entered the Hundred Graves Curse, and an eerie and terrifying invisible force in the void tried to invade his body from behind, but was shocked back by a wisp of desolate aura in the eyes of the gods.

Meow meow

Before Zhao Feng took action, he stretched out his hand and took out the little thief cat, so that this little magic stick could divinate one or two.

The little thief cat nodded, with a proud face, took out the bronze coin, threw it in the air, and the copper coin flipped up and down, and fell between its paws.

After catching the copper coin, the little thief cat frowned slightly, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

There is a mysterious connection between Zhao Feng and the little thief cat, but the answer he got is relatively vague, maybe even the little thief cat can't say why.

"I can only try. ”

From the divination of the little thief cat, Zhao Feng came to at least one point, there should be no situation of nine deaths and one life.

At present, this is based on the fact that the divination of the little thief cat is still effective.

Immediately after, Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, using the divine eye to urge the spiritual secret technique to sense the existence of the ghost imprint.

At the same time, he used his blood veins to power the body, and the pale cyan blood in his body penetrated deep into the space of his left eye, enveloping and isolating the small cyan abyss little by little.

Once the small abyss is isolated, Zhao Feng's left eye will return to its original black color and lose its light.

It is equivalent to saying that Zhao Feng will temporarily close the power of the Divine Eye.

Really.

When the small cyan abyss was shrouded a little bit, the power of the invisible curse in the void attacked Zhao Feng from behind.

Zhao Feng shuddered all over his body, urging the blood veins to squeeze the amount of blood veins, and separated most of the small cyan abyss, not daring to shield them all.

Even so, there was still a trace of the power of the curse that touched Zhao Feng's body.

Zhao Feng's whole body was cold, as if there were countless bloody hands, eating his own flesh and blood organs.

At this critical moment, he suddenly activated the Spiritual Secret Technique, deliberately exposing some flaws, and pulling the power of the curse.

The power of the curse, there is a kind of spirituality, which will invade through "loopholes", just like the water in a pool will flow to the gap.

The flaw exposed by Zhao Feng is the location of the existence of the ghost mark.

Puff puff

In the dark, there seemed to be some kind of strange voice.

If Zhao Feng's divine eyes could lock on his back, he would be able to find bloody and white hands of nothingness reaching into his body.

If it weren't for the isolation of the power of the god's eye, Zhao Feng would probably be "parasitic" by the curse power.

Time passed little by little, Zhao Feng's vitality weakened a little, and his face looked pale.

He had to urge the blood force and true power to stick to his whole body.

The blood vein power has a certain amount of protection, but only part of it can be called, and the other part is used to isolate the small cyan abyss.

But the true power slowly withered in the face of the curse power.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Feng almost wanted to give up, but he found that the aura from the "ghost imprint" was also fading.

Zhao Feng's vitality and true power were exhausted together with the ghost imprint.

Fortunately, with the protection of blood and vein power, Zhao Feng's life source was not eroded.

Three days later.

Zhao Feng slowly exhaled a breath and withdrew the pale green blood that had isolated the small abyss in his left eye.

At this time, the ghost mark on his body finally disappeared, but at the same time, the true power in his body was also weakened by one level.

"Is it worth it?"

Zhao Feng muttered, looking at the little thief cat on his shoulder.

It turned out that while dissolving the ghost imprint, Zhao Feng's cultivation fell to the Sixth Heaven.

The little thief cat's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't answer.

Zhao Feng left the Hundred Tombs Forbidden Land, searched for his body, and found that although his cultivation had decreased, his realm had become more stable, and the potential in his body was much greater than when he was in the Seventh Heaven.

It's like building a tall building, the more stable the ground floor, the higher the superstructure can be.

Zhao Feng had this feeling, he had broken through two orders in a row at the alliance event, and with the help of the external force of the elixir medicine, his cultivation strength had skyrocketed, which was really too hasty.

And now, this problem no longer exists.

Resolving the hidden danger of the ghost imprint, although Zhao Feng has fallen to a realm, his foundation is more stable and his upward potential is stronger.

A peck and a drink, as if the heavens are determined.

Meanwhile.

In the distance of the Iron Dragon powerhouse, on a mysterious altar.

"The Spectre Mark is dissolved...... How is this possible...... Could it be that there is a strong person from the Dan Yuan Realm who makes a move?"

The hoarse voice echoed, and there was a chill that penetrated into the soul, and ordinary life-level people would shiver when they were here

The owner of the voice was a skeleton man in a gold-studded black robe, his whole body was silver and white, with a faint purple light.

"That's not right...... That's the 'Curse of a Hundred Graves, the Power of the Force"

The Skull Hall Master's face changed suddenly.

"Hall Master, stepping into the forbidden land of the Hundred Graves, it is difficult to escape, and the sorcerer has obviously fallen. ”

Next to him, a silver-veined blood stiff, smiling.

The Skeleton Hall Master nodded, if the sorcerer of the Ghost Mark died, the mark would naturally disappear.

"Hall Master, about the 'Hundred Graves Forbidden Land,......

The Blood Stiff Rudder Protector asked with a little inquiry.

"This is a highly secret of the Holy Sect, and unless it is absolutely necessary, this seat will not set foot in that forbidden area. You don't need to know these things. ”