When Feather Soul and Han Leng started fighting, Zhan Ji left far away, his cultivation in the Qi refining period, if he was swept away by the aftermath of the battle, he would end up seriously injured, and he was also afraid that the Central Plains monk would take advantage of the chaos to kill him, so it was a very wise choice to avoid it so far away.

Zhan Ji was taken aback when he saw Han Leng using the magic weapon to condense the ice wall shield, it was an inferior intermediate water system spell, and it would take him more than ten breaths to cast it. And that Central Plains monk was able to do it instantaneously with the magic weapon in his hand, which aroused his greed.

Ordinary magic weapons, in addition to absorbing mana to enhance attacks, do not have the ability to cast spells, unless they are added to the demon pill with attributes or other precious materials when refining, in order to make the magic weapon with its own spell effect.

Besides, what Han Leng had in his hand was still a top-level magic weapon, and anyone who saw it would salivate.

"Feather Soul, kill people, leave the magic weapon for me. Zhan Ji commanded from afar, his face smiling brightly, as if he had already taken the Cold Crystal Staff in his hand.

Han Leng, who was entangled with the feather soul, naturally heard this sentence, and couldn't help cursing a few words in his heart, he actually wanted to snatch Lao Tzu's magic weapon, it was really arrogant and arrogant!

But according to the current situation, Zhan Ji does have arrogant capital, Han Leng was almost pressed and beaten by the Feather Soul, and it was suppressed in all directions, and even the speed that Han Leng was proud of was compared by the Feather Soul.

After several encounters, Han Leng had already estimated that the cultivation of the Feather Soul was in the middle of the foundation building period, and if he met a living cultivator with the same cultivation, he would definitely have been solved long ago.

This feather soul is a refining corpse, although it has the strength of the middle stage of the foundation building period, but only one-third of it can be exerted.

Moreover, the feather soul can only attack with both hands, as if he can't use spells, and can only engage in hand-to-hand combat, so Han Leng can fight back and forth with him, so that he will not fall too behind.

But the strength of the feather soul is too strong, it is better to say that it is not touched by his slap, once it is hit, it will be the end of broken bones and tendons, and Han Leng still has an injury on his left shoulder, when he flashes and moves, because of the injury on his left shoulder, his speed will slow down instantly, and he almost fell from the flying sword a few times.

And Zhan Ji, who was in the distance, looked at all this with a smile on his face, he only needed to gently ring the bell, and the feather soul would make Han Leng embarrassed, and he had the style of a trader, and he effortlessly played Han Leng in the palm of his hand.

However, Zhan Ji could also see that Han Leng was a little difficult, with his understanding of the Feather Soul, there was no monk in the early stage of the foundation building period who could survive ten rounds under his hands, and Han Leng went back and forth, and he actually lasted for half an hour, which was really incomprehensible, but Zhan Ji quickly attributed Han Leng's death support to the top-level magic weapon, which made his greed for the Cold Crystal Staff a little heavier.

While maintaining the flying sword, Han Leng also had to cast spells, causing the mana in his body to be consumed very quickly, and he was about to be unable to fly.

"No, it's very bad for me to drag it out any longer, and we have to do it quickly. Han Leng thought in his heart, but the feather soul seemed to have an inexhaustible evil qi, and his speed and strength did not weaken in the slightest, and gradually, Han Leng's disadvantages became prominent.

Because of the slowing down, he was seized by the feather soul and slapped a palm on his back, but before Han Leng did this, he had already taken precautions to paste a body talisman on his body, and this palm slapped on his body, but it only shattered the body protection shield on his body, and did not cause harm to his body.

Han Leng's eyes froze, as if he had a plan, I saw him kick the hilt of the sword with his toes, and the dragon pattern sword instantly turned into a silver light, rushing straight to the ground, Han Leng because there was no support under his feet, his body also fell down at great speed, and he fell from the air for a hundred and ten meters in an instant.

"Want to run, chase me!" Janji reacted and immediately commanded Feather Soul to chase after him.

Han Leng's rapidly falling body, when he was about to fall to the ground, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a silver light flew out of the forest, and he grabbed it, and the falling body instantly hovered in the low air, falling from such a high air, it is estimated that he can fall to the ground half to death.

The feather soul turned into a blue light and chased after it, followed by a monstrous aura.

Han Leng flew and flew towards the small five-element array he had laid out, and after introducing the feather soul into the formation, he opened the formation.

In an instant, an illusion appeared, and the flying body of the Feather Soul was unable to move as if it was suddenly firmly grasped by more than a dozen pairs of big hands, no matter what method he used, his limbs just couldn't move, and he couldn't do anything about it when he saw Han Leng flying away from him.

This small five-element array can trap the monks in the late stage of the foundation building period, and it takes a little effort to break the monks of the Dan stage who strayed into this formation, and the feather soul doesn't even have a sanity, so naturally he won't come up with a way to crack it.

Han Leng glanced at Yu Soul, then looked up at Zhan Ji in the air, he licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile, and then flew into the sky and came to Zhan Ji's side.

"You... How did you escape the pursuit of the Feather Soul?" When Zhan Ji saw Han Leng suddenly appear in front of him, he was so frightened that he stammered for a while, without the protection of the Feather Soul, his cultivation couldn't even protect himself.

"I've trapped him for the time being, as long as I get rid of you, that refining corpse will not be a threat to me. Han Leng smiled sinisterly, and then he took out the Cold Crystal Staff and released an ice pick technique.

More than a dozen sharp ice picks were condensed in an instant, and flew towards Zhanji at great speed.

Zhan Ji's soul was furious, his little face turned pale, he took out a jade pendant from the Qiankun bag on his waist in a hurry, and hurriedly sent some mana to the jade pendant, as the blue light on the jade pendant flickered, a huge cyan shield appeared in front of his body.

The huge icicle slammed into the cyan shield fiercely, and the sharp icicles were directly shocked into slag by the cyan shield, and a dozen or so ice picks were sent out in a row, but they didn't even break the cyan shield.

Zhan Ji looked at the intact shield, and his hanging heart also relaxed, and he was glad in his heart: "This body protection jade pendant was really not bought in vain, but it cost me more than a hundred spirit stones at the beginning." ”

The only pity is that this jade pendant is a consumable, and after activating it with mana, cracks will appear on the surface of the jade pendant and it cannot be used again.

Seeing that the shield could hold up for a while, Zhan Ji began to shake the bell desperately, he wanted to fully stimulate the potential of the feather soul, and strive to get rid of this hateful Central Plains monk.

A series of bells rang, and the feather soul trapped in the formation began to emit red evil qi all over his body, and his arm, which was originally unable to move at all, was able to move slightly after the evil qi was filled, Han Leng held the main formation flag, he could clearly perceive the changes in the formation, and deep down in his heart he also had the idea of fear.

The strength of the feather soul Han Leng has seen it, and now the feather soul exudes an even more terrifying evil aura, if he is allowed to break the formation successfully, then it will be difficult for him to have a chance to win again.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Leng also decided to be ruthless, only to see an angry look in his eyes, and his right hand gently patted the Qiankun bag, and suddenly more than a dozen talismans flew up out of thin air, surrounding his body, these talismans were all low-level and high-level flame talismans, and after using them, they could release a flame technique comparable to the inferior high-level.

Han Leng stretched out his fingers, and the spiritual power gathered on his fingertips, and then he used his fingers to point on the talisman in turn, and the talisman that absorbed the spiritual power instantly glowed.

These talismans all flew in front of Han Leng's body, and as he uttered the word "release", more than a dozen flame talismans were activated at the same time, and the tongues of fire that came out of the talismans were intertwined, turning into a fire snake, the high temperature was scorching, and the air was scalded with waves.

"Give me death!"

Han Leng shouted, and the fire snake spat out, engulfing Zhan Ji in a sea of fire in an instant.

Janji, who was hiding behind the blue light shield, also felt the scorching flames around him, but his shield was still there, his hand was still shaking the soul bell, and he could feel that the feather soul was about to break free from the shackles, and he would come to rescue him from the fire immediately.

"When I summon the Feather Soul, it will be your death!" Zhan Ji's eyes were full of resentment, his hair had begun to curl, and his forehead was covered with sweat, which was treating him like a roast suckling pig.

Han Leng saw that more than a dozen flame talismans couldn't break the blue light shield, and he couldn't help but feel a little more worried, this Nanban monk was still willing to spend blood on life-saving magic weapons, and the strength of this shield was at least able to resist the full force of the monk in the middle of the foundation building period, otherwise it would be impossible to be intact under the attack of the flame talisman.

"You don't have this chance..."Han said indifferently, and then he raised the Cold Crystal Staff, and after reciting a spell in his mouth, the Cold Crystal Staff came out of his hand and rushed directly into the sea of fire.

Janji, who was hiding behind the shield, was already dizzy from the flames at the moment, and although he would not be in danger of being engulfed by the flames, his situation was not much better.

Just when Janji was desperate and depressed, a cool feeling suddenly appeared, he was like a flower that had dried up for many days, longing for the rain to fall, but when he saw that it was the cold crystal staff that emitted cold air, his face was full of hope and panic.

I saw that the cold crystal staff lightly touched the shield, the blue light of the eye of the cold Jiao flashed, and the extremely cold airflow covered the shield, and the blue light shield instantly formed a layer of frost, and the flames of the sea of fire outside were rolling, and the shield covered by frost was the target of the burning of the sea of fire, and several tongues of fire rushed out of the sea of fire, constantly licking the frost on the shield.

As the frost melted, the shield that had been frozen once also appeared to see small cracks, and the tongue of fire immediately drilled into the gap, and Zhan Ji showed a desperate expression on his face, as more and more tongues of fire entered through the crack, this layer of blue light shield was burned into nothingness by the flames.

There was a terrible scream in the sea of fire, and then there was no sound, and when the flames receded and the smoke dissipated, there was only a piece of ash and a small golden bell in the air, and even Zhan Ji's Qiankun bag was burned by the flames, which really made Han Leng feel distressed, and he thought that there should be many spirit stones in Zhan Ji's Qiankun bag.

After this fight, Han Leng set a rule for himself not to damage other people's bags, so that he could get more benefits from others.

Han Leng took the dementor bell in his hand, and then flew to the small five-element array trapped in the feather soul, this corpse refining made himself suffer, with the soul bell, he was able to control the corpse refining to do things for himself, a thug in the middle of the foundation building period, with his current cultivation, it was not so easy to find, but now he got one for free, although the process in the middle was very difficult, but the result was good.

He took back all the formation flags of the small five-element array and lifted the formation here, and the feather soul lost its command and stood still in place.

Han Leng didn't dare to act rashly, and when he observed the Feather Soul for a while, and when he was sure that the Feather Soul would not attack again, he slowly approached Feather Soul's side.

With such a close distance, he could see the face of the feather soul clearly, this face was covered with wounds, it could be seen that this person had definitely been tortured inhumanely before his death, despite the dense wounds, Han Leng still recognized this refining corpse at a glance.

This is the senior brother he met when he first arrived in Xuanling Sect and joined the club--- Shang Yushao!