Several big men surrounded Ling Feng, and their faces were not good.

People passing by saw this formation and avoided it from afar.

"Who are you?" One of the men, with dark skin, very attentive eyes, and strong muscles that looked like they were full of explosive power, stared at Ling Feng.

"Who are you? Ling Feng picked up the tea on the table and frowned.

"Ao Guangtian, the general of the expedition to the west. This person walked to the opposite side of Ling Feng, leaned forward, looked at Ling Feng, and saw that the other party was so calm, Ao Guangtian was a little surprised.

"Ao Guangtian? Ling Feng smiled faintly.

"In the scorching sun, General Zhengxi took a few soldiers to drink tea here, just to wait for me, a spy?" a sneer rose at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth.

"It's extraordinary. Ao Guangtian stood up straight and laughed, the expressions of several big men around him instantly returned to normal, and the faces of Xiao Er, who burned tea, also showed a smile on his face.

"The second prince said that there is a distinguished guest coming, and I will come to greet him. ”

"Hehe, your second prince is really clever. Ling Feng was uneasy, the second prince was obviously Meng Ji, how did he know about his own itinerary?

"Ling Immortal, let's hurry up and get on the road, there's not much tea here. Burning tea Xiaoer took off his apron, put down the teapot in his hand, turned around and smiled.

Although he bared his teeth, his breath at this time was obviously different.

Burning tea Xiao Er wiped the dust off his face, although he was a little handsome, but also a little obscene, which made Ling Feng feel familiar.

"Who are you?" Ling Feng's eyes gradually turned cold, and the man in front of him made him feel familiar.

"I am the envoy of the Ao Lai Kingdom, and the Ling Immortals are here to entertain me. Burning Tea Xiao Er put away his smile, Ao Guangtian's body trembled obviously, as if he was very afraid of this person, his body shrank back, and the big men around him sat down, but the position he did obviously surrounded Ling Feng.

Ling Feng pulled out the broken sword, and the thick pitch-black broken sword was filled with a strange light under the scorching sun, and the passers-by also disappeared.

Ling Feng stood up, the aura on his body exploded, and his eyes were cold.

"Pretending to be a ghost. ”

"Hehe, if you're not in the sect, you can't escape this time. Shocha Xiaoer's face distorted, and soon a familiar look appeared.

Ling Feng's heart was shocked.

"Wang Ji. Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he said how could there be a familiar feeling, and at the same time, he was sure that this was not a dream, this was of course a better result.

The murderous forces all around.

Wang Jiyi waved his hand, and a pale yellow light shrouded him.

The appearance of Ao Guangtian and the others also changed greatly, becoming as thin as firewood, like evil ghosts that had just crawled out of hell.

"Eight Gate Array, Master of the Corpse Puppet Sect, Ling Feng, you will definitely die today. Wang Ji's voice was a little hoarse, obviously hatred made him lose his mind.

"This is still within the scope of the Yunqi Sect, and the head of the sect and others can still control your life and death. He felt that although the aura of several people was powerful, it was only the ninth layer of qi refining.

Wang Ji's cultivation may be higher, and he should have a half-step foundation building cultivation.

Ling Feng's cultivation is also a half-step foundation, and the foundation is even stronger. In particular, his spiritual power is even more powerful, and it is difficult to match people in the same realm, and the absorption of soul energy on the demon soul battlefield makes his soul extremely powerful, Ling Feng guessed that his soul was even comparable to that of a monk of Jiedan.

When the soul is strong, it will be easier to improve the spiritual realm.

Because there is an upper limit to a person's spiritual level.

Ling Feng was very clear about this.

For example, the spiritual realm of a Qi refining cultivator is up to 100 points, and it is basically impossible to improve after reaching 100 points.

If you want to improve, you can only find a way to break through to the foundation, and the soul will become more powerful after the soul is rebaptized, then the upper limit of your spiritual realm may become a thousand points, and the higher you go, the higher the upper limit.

Although Ling Feng's cultivation is now in the Qi refining period, the upper limit of his spiritual realm is already comparable to that of Jiedan.

Therefore, the improvement of his spiritual realm did not make him feel burdened, and at the same time, he felt that the dream was more refined and powerful.

I don't know how to deal with these people?

Ling Feng's thoughts were instantaneous.

This is not the time to think.

Wang Ji's face was hideous, Ao Guangtian's hideous face rushed towards Ling Feng, a deadly sickle knife in his hand emitted a cold aura, and the three people next to him also suppressed Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's hand broke the sword and swept away, and Ling Bo's nine steps made his figure as fast as lightning.

This shocked several people, and Wang Ji's face was even more pale, but a cold smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"No one in the sect will know about your death, and you deserve to die. Wang Ji's figure moved, and the ghostly voice sounded, revealing unforgettable hatred.

"Hehe, do you hate, how can you hate those lives that died in your hands and in the hands of your parents?" Ling Feng blocked the sword in front of him, and the sickle bone knife collided with it, with a crisp sound, Ling Feng's body shook, and then he spoke.

"Death is your best choice, and I will make it better for you to live than to die. Wang Ji's voice was cold, and a long whip appeared in his hand, and a slight trace of lightning lingered around him.

"Whip the gods. Ling Feng's pupils shrank.

I didn't expect Wang Ji to have such a magic weapon.

Although it is only an imitation, the power of the Divine Whip is considered to be the top in the magic weapon of the same level, and the Divine Whip in Wang Ji's hand may even be the natal magic weapon of the False Dan Monk, because the power of the attribute of thunder and lightning is not something that the Foundation Cultivator can master.

And the False Dan Monk is just within reach.

Even so, what could he do? The broken sword in his hand was obtained from the Jiedan monk, and there were also a lot of Jiedan magic weapons in his storage bag, but he couldn't use any of them.

Only this broken sword does not have any spiritual power fluctuations, but its hardness is such that even the foundation building monks don't want to break it in the slightest.

The whip left a ripple in the space, and a suffocating aura spread.

Ling Feng Ling Bo changed in nine steps, and his body turned sideways.

Dodging the attacks of the four corpse puppet sect masters, he rushed towards Wang Ji.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Ji's mouth, and a palm talisman appeared in his hand, Ling Feng's heart was horrified, and the breath of death instantly burst out from Wang Ji's body.

"This is a blow to the foundation. Ling Feng's body dodged, but for some reason, the space around him seemed to begin to solidify, his body became slow, and the power of death rushed towards him.

Ling Feng was horrified.

"Heavenly spirit, space, seal. Ling Feng heard Wang Ji shout, the squeeze in the space was even more powerful, and Ling Feng's qi was running wildly, but the aura around him seemed to be squeezed out, so that he could not absorb a single bit.

At this time, Ao Guangtian appeared behind Ling Feng.

The terrifying power erupted from his fist, Ling Feng's eyes were filled with rage, and the power of his physical body instantly exploded, swinging his fist over.

"Boom~"

Wang Ji's pupils shrank, and the other members of the Corpse Puppet Sect were even more shocked.

Ao Guangtian flew out directly.

The arm was directly deformed.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Zhuji, how is it possible, isn't he just refining qi?"

"Our intelligence is wrong, and the opponent is significantly stronger. ”

"No, this person's strength is not as strong as that of the Tsukiji Monk. One of them was suspicious, a little timid.

"The physical body is half a step to build the foundation. One of them's face was gloomy and changeable, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and he shouted this sentence.

"How could it be. ”

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Physical cultivation is already difficult, let alone building a foundation.

The cultivation of monks is all to cultivate to drive the physical body, and there are very few people who cultivate the Dharma body dually.

Once successful, it will be the best in the same realm.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in the eyes of several people is even better.

Several people's thoughts were instantaneous.

"You can't trap me. Ling Feng sneered at Wang Ji.

Rushed over in an instant.

"How is it possible?" Wang Ji's face changed greatly, and he also jumped up, and the two punched each other.

"Boom~"

Ling Feng felt his arm tingle.

Shocked in my heart, this Wang Ji is so terrifying?

Sure enough, he is the pride of the sky, no wonder he is so arrogant.

The two fought hundreds of moves in an instant, regardless of victory or defeat.

The four members of the Corpse Puppet Sect saw the opportunity and prepared to get closer.

A smile rose at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and Wang Ji secretly exclaimed in his heart that it was not good, but a powerful spiritual coercion made several people almost out of breath.

"What? Spiritual monk, how is that possible. Wang Ji exclaimed in his heart, and he was even more shocked.

Even more terrifying were the four members of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

Whether it is a cultivator or a cultivator, they are not afraid.

The monks of the Corpse Puppet Sect are all based on the physical body, and their cultivation is not weak, but the spiritual realm is far from the same.

Spiritual cultivators are even rarer than those who cultivate the Dharma body, and it can be said that they are rare.

The four of them panicked, but it was too late.

Ling Feng's powerful spiritual power instantly enveloped several people.

He saw that the four members of the Corpse Puppet Sect had four soul lamps on their heads.

This should be a means of controlling the corpse.

The soul lamp was shrouded in spiritual power, became even weaker, and quickly extinguished.

The four of them turned into corpses in an instant, and turned into sand in a moment.

Ling Feng's pupils shrank, what kind of means is this, this is not the time to be distracted.

Wang Ji in front of him is the biggest threat, the surrounding formations are closed, even if he has strong spiritual power, but he still says to Wang Ji that it is not a threat to his life.

"Hehe, spiritual monk, I really underestimated you. The cold smile on the corner of Wang Ji's mouth made him even more hideous.

"Fortunately, Master Venerable gave me a set of spiritual defense magic weapons. ”

Ling Feng saw a faint light enveloping Wang Jizhihai, completely blocking his spiritual power from the outside.

It sent a chill in his heart.

The surrounding magic circles suddenly contracted, and Wang Ji's figure was in a body, and the whip of the gods with an arc of electricity resounded in the only remaining space.

A sharp pain came from his body.

Ling Feng felt that his skin and bones were about to crack.

His nine steps were restricted, and the whip hit him, and he even attacked with a spirit, which made him feel a shock, and then he was in severe pain.

"I will make you feel the preciousness of death. Wang Ji's figure appeared behind Ling Feng.

"You're talking too much. Before Wang Ji could make a move, Ling Feng's voice became cold.

"Dark dreams. ”

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