"So strong?" Feng Zhiping was shocked.

He and Lu Zhongming have not known each other for a long time, but he can also see that this is an easy-going master with an easy-going appearance and an unruly heart, which makes him soft and simple in his mouth, and it is difficult to bow his head in his heart.

But now, even he said so, is this Xiao Yunfei really so strong?

Feng Zhiping turned his head and stared at Xiao Yunfei for a long time, the more he looked at it, the more serious his expression became, and finally he slowly took a deep breath.

Strong!

Not the average strong!

Feng Zhiping estimated that this person was afraid that he could be on a par with Zhan Qianwu in the same realm, or even his second brother Feng Zhiyou.

is also independently resisting a mountain-climbing cunning, Chao Heming can only be evenly matched, and he is pressing the mountain-climbing cunning!

A long-handled broadsword with a height of more than one head danced into a swift shadow, the knife saw the flesh, the trick saw the blood, the wound was deep and was obstructed by a mysterious force, and it could not heal for a long time, with the huge cunning body and the violent movements continued to surge blood, and the dark red blood fell like rain and stained a large area of the ground, and also dyed Xiao Yunfei into a bloody man.

At first, Feng Zhiping took a cursory look and thought that the blood was Xiao Yunfei's, but at this time, he found that this guy was unharmed, and he was immediately shocked, and with his conceit, he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, secretly wondering if he could win or lose against this person.

Climbing the mountain and screaming cunningly, calling for his companions to help, but Xiao Yunfei was not alone, and the others saw that he was brave and energetic, and tried their best to prevent other mountain climbers from helping.

If this continues, he may be the first, and most likely, the only one who will kill a cunning man alone.

"This person is a bit outrageous!" Feng Zhiping muttered.

When Lu Zhongming heard it, Qi Qi said: "It's not outrageous! There are no more than a few people in the same level who can be right with him! If I had known that he was also here, the family would definitely not have sent us here, so why should I have a master like Senior Brother Feng Ma come to the town!"

"Senior Brother Ma of the Main Peak?" Feng Zhiping's eyes lit up, "Which Senior Brother Ma?"

Lu Zhongming wondered: "Which one else, of course, is Senior Brother Ma Shang and Mama!

It's really him!

Feng Zhiping smiled, remembered the dead fish eyes, and asked, "Senior Brother Ma is so powerful?"

Lu Zhongming nodded vigorously: "Of course, Senior Brother Ma is in the same vein as the sect master, and he is the disciple of the sect master, and he has won the true biography of his master Wu Benshan and Uncle Wu! There is gossip that when Senior Brother Ma cultivates to become a divine treasurer, the sect master will personally accept him as an apprentice, and then the master will become a senior brother, hey, it's interesting to think about it!"

Feng Zhiping thought so.

The rules of Diancangshan are strict, the strong are respected, the master is the teacher, and it is not uncommon for the apprentice to become a junior or even a master and uncle, but Wu Benshan's character...

Alas, Old Man Wu won't be so depressed that he will faint on the spot, right?

"Why didn't he come this time? I see that Elder Wu is here. Feng Zhiping asked.

Not only did Ma Shangyan not come, but Lin She, Lu Wei and several other apprentices also did not come, only he came as a master.

"I don't know much about this, but I heard that Senior Brother Ma seems to be in retreat, and he wants to go against the blood and pulse to impact the Shenzang Period, and now it is his junior brother Lin Shelin who is taking care of the chores. ”

"Lin She... Take care of the housework?"

Feng Zhiping thought of the guy who liked to joke and drink, and imagined him writing and drawing on the official letter with a wine jug in one hand and the other hand, and almost laughed out loud.

God willing, I hope that Old Man Wu will not go bankrupt.

Having said that, Ma Shangyan actually went into retreat, and when you think about it, it doesn't seem surprising.

When he was in Milong Mountain, Ma Shangyan was stimulated, Feng Zhiping thought that he would start to attack Shenzang as soon as he returned to the mountain, but he didn't expect it to drag on until now.

Tianyuan Dabi, it's a pity that such a good opportunity to show your face.

Thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing to pity, don't forget that Ma Shangyan himself is not a person who is keen on fame and fortune, and his dead fish eyes are too individual, in case the dead fish eyes stare at the emperor when he sees the emperor, thinking that he despises the saint and then sentences him to be cut off or something, it will be too much of a loss, so it seems that it is not only a pity, but also a good thing to celebrate.

Old man Wu won't also have this in mind, this is just an apprentice who didn't bring him, right?

After all, all of his apprentices are quite individual.

As he spoke, the situation in the field changed abruptly.

With a miserable wail, he fell to the ground cunningly, and the mountain-like body squirmed a few times unwillingly, and then disappeared.

The cunning person is not Xiao Yunfei, nor Chao Heming, but the falling moon and the crowd.

With the exquisite formation, with the cooperation of the two warrior monks of Songshan Temple, the Falling Moon View used facts to prove to everyone present that "the strength of many people" is also the truth in the innate realm.

Not only that, at the same time as climbing the mountain and falling to death, a Taoist aunt and a Taoist priest jumped out, rushed to the side of the demon corpse under the cover of others' best efforts, and dipped the uncold demon blood directly with a hand-made pen to scribble.

"Killing Array-Filthy Spirit, Disease!"

The word "disease" exited, and the mountain-like demon corpse instantly began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye, on the contrary, the diamond-shaped rune array on the ground continued to stretch out its branches as if it was alive and spread outward rapidly, and the yin wind gusted everywhere, and the blood light was blind, Feng Zhiping and Lu Zhongming, the two bystanders who were far away, were all shocked and hurried away, and even the ferocious cunning of the mountain stopped attacking, instinctively cowering backwards, and whimpered in a low voice.

Luoyue Guan took out the ability to press the bottom of the box, and he would not return in vain, as the remaining two stood on the top of the remaining two, and raised the magic weapon-style treasure blade to insert it into the top, the killing array suddenly rose from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a dark red miniature temple was constructed.

The four of them glanced at each other, nodded in unison, and at the same time raised their hands and pinched the seal to point at the demon corpse in the middle. fervor

"The filthy spirit has a skill, listen to my law, use blood as a guide, Kenxun as a screen, and cut down!"

As the four of them pointed outward, the eight-sided palace gate of the blood-colored palace opened in an instant, and blood-colored phantoms with only human shapes and no faces swarmed out, swooping towards the nearest mountain.

Climbing over the mountain is very cunning and brave, although he was startled by the sudden appearance of the blood-colored palace, and hesitated and did not dare to approach, but it was different when he was attacked, and he suddenly attacked in groups.

However, things were unexpected, the blood-colored phantom had no physical appearance at all, and the cunning copper head and iron tail of the mountain seemed to hit the air, and the sharp claws waved away the blood shadow again and again, and then watched the blood shadow recondense through their bodies.

No one knew how it felt, and the others only saw that the movement of the cunning was getting slower and slower, and the breath became more and more sluggish, until the limbs fell to the ground with a limp on all fours, and there was no damage on the body, but there was no life.

"This...?!"

The strange scene stunned everyone, and Feng Zhiping was so shocked that he almost jumped up.

In the past, he had heard that the formation of the Falling Moon View was powerful, and he was not a turtle who had never seen the formation, but he swore that he had never seen such a weird and terrifying formation.

Filthy Spirits...

Could it be to directly kill the cunning soul of the mountain?

Is this something that can be done during the Spiritual Period?

turned his head to discuss it with Lu Zhongming, but turned his head to find that Si had become a sculpture, his mouth was wide open and he didn't know how to gasp, and his eyes bulged out as if they were about to fall out.

Feng Zhiping didn't laugh at him, because he was not an exception, and there were many people below him who were more exaggerated than him.

Chao Heming retreated very far, his eyes were solemn, Xiao Yunfei also put away the big knife, and looked at the four Taoist priests with a deep face.

Just when everyone thought it was exaggerated enough, no one thought that this was just the beginning.

After a moment of silence, those innocent climbers suddenly stood up, and instead of attacking others, they turned their heads and pounced on their own kind, and a vicious battle of fratricidal fraternity broke out in an instant.

"Phantom Array!" Feng Zhiping said in a calm voice.

He didn't know if he was dead or not, he only knew that the guy who was tricked must have been controlled, and in his cognition, only illusion could do this.

Watching the cunning fall of the mountain head by head, and the "mutiny" of the falling moon view one by one, he was full of powerlessness and curiosity.

If the Falling Moon View puts this trick on the battlefield, how terrifying will it be?

You must know that this kind of lethality is not only substantial, but also mental, how many people can be so nervous that they are not timid?

Soon, the cunning corpse in the center of the four people completely turned into a dry corpse, and the expansion speed of the blood-colored rune array suddenly slowed down.

"Quick, throw the corpse over!" the leading Taoist priest shouted loudly, his expression eager.

When the others heard this, they immediately threw the collapsed demon corpse over, and at the same time secretly breathed a long sigh of relief.

The formation is powerful, but it is not without flaws, judging from the current situation, this array should need a "sacrifice" to be launched and maintained, and the object of control must not be injured, otherwise it can only be used as a sacrifice and cannot become the target of control.

It is not yet known whether there are any other flaws, but for now, they are reassuring enough.

It's a good thing to have flaws, otherwise this array will be too terrifying, a few spiritual consciousness period arrays can easily kill the demon beasts of the Shenzang period and manipulate their corpses, who is not afraid?

"Don't be stunned, help!" the delicate Dao Gu shouted urgently, waking up the person in her dream.

Except for some suspicious ones, the others responded to the call and killed, cooperating with the blood array to encircle and suppress the cunning of the mountain.

Chao Heming didn't move, he was a foreigner, and he was still the prince of the rival country of Tianyuan, and he didn't dare to go into the battle to hand over his life to the Taoist priests of the Falling Moon Temple.

Xiao Yunfei didn't care about it, maybe it was a cunning demon who was bold and daring, striding a meteor and dragging a knife to kill, and unceremoniously slaughtering a mess.

The most excited are a few guys from the Blood Knife Gate, they like the breath in the blood array too much, the blood qi full of resentment due to death is the best tonic for them, everyone's knife is covered with a blood-colored halo, and they use secret methods to urge them to devour the resentful blood in the killing and feed the knife.

The people of the Broadsword Gate didn't like this smell very much, but they were in a hurry, and they still started to help, and they joined forces with Diancang Mountain and Yew Sword Pavilion to seize the time to kill the cunning demon.

Six of the seven major factions have moved, but Songshan Temple has not moved, before the two warrior monks and the Falling Moon View tacitly cooperated, when the blood array appeared, the two stopped, at this time standing near the four people as if they were protecting the Dharma, in fact, their faces were full of compassion, and they kept chanting the Buddha's name for the tragic death of the cunning and sentimental.

Feng Zhiping stared at the lips of the two warrior monks with wide eyes, and was speechless for a moment: "You said they are really fake?"

"Of course it's true, people are monks!" Lu Zhongming replied crisply, whether it was his heart or not is unknown.

"Sanctimonious. Feng Zhiping pouted.

Before, they were shouting and shouting to kill, but now they have pity on their opponents, if it is true, then these people are really stupid in chanting scriptures, and there are holes in their brains.

As the cunning head of the mountain fell to death, the pressure on everyone became lighter and lighter, and they could gradually be distracted to find the possibility of leading to the next level.

When one of them was swept away by the cunning tail and rolled headlong into the body of a cunning corpse that had been disemboweled, the thing that was in the hearts of those present finally appeared.

"There's something in the monster's belly!" The dazed lucky man came out of the demon's belly with a brilliant crystal in his hand, and held it high to show everyone, "Look!"

The next moment he regretted it, his face changed miserably, but it was too late, and before he could start, countless Daoguang Gang Qi swarmed and fell on him as if splashing.