The white sable squeaked a few times, felt that his pride had been humiliated, became angry, and shouted angrily: "Since you don't want to live, the mink will fulfill you!"

Finished, the white light flashed, and the white mink immediately flew towards Zhan Mufeng, and the coercion of the Spirit Emperor Realm was strongly covered.

Zhan Mu Feng Fei (shēn) flashed and avoided the past.

You must know that when Zhan Mufeng's cultivation was still in the realm of the Spirit Master, he could escape in the hands of the Spirit Emperor's fourfold quicksand corpse demon, not to mention that the cultivation in front of him was already higher, and it was only in front of a spirit emperor and a heavy sable.

Zhan Mufeng is confident that he can fight.

Looking at the puffing white sable, Zhan Mufeng grinned and said: "Who doesn't want to live! The ants are still stealing life, not to mention that the master is a dignified young hero! haha!"

The white sable looked at Zhan Mufeng, and the anger in his eyes was even worse, but he stopped talking, and after a while, he actually closed his eyes.

After a long time, the sable slowly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, anger turned into fear, and with a whoosh, the white light flashed away - the sable actually ran away.

"You, the Spirit King Realm Mole Ant, actually (shēn) have such an unfathomable spiritual power exercise, this god mink can't do anything about you, but, as long as this god mink spreads this news, you have 10,000 lives and it's not enough to die, ahhahahaha..."

The white sable can cultivate from a weak cute pet to a reverse-existence of the Spirit Emperor, and the scheming ghost is also difficult to estimate.

Zhan Mufeng instinctively chuckled in his heart, he didn't use any of the exercises of the Great Thunder God Arrow of Destruction, the Abyss Purification Spring, the Glazed Battle Tower, and the Six-Winged Blood Envoy, could it be that the Abyss Hellfire exposed the genus (xìng) of spiritual power?

At this moment, Zhan Mufeng realized the seriousness of the problem (xìng), and (shēn) quickly chased after him.

At this moment, Zhan Mufeng was still confident that with his own strength, he would be able to defeat the white sable of the Spirit Emperor Realm!

Even kill!

However, even if Zhan Mufeng chased millions of steps, there was still a white fog as far as the eye could see, where was there still a trace of a sable?

Zhan Mufeng gritted his teeth, and his divine sense was exuded with all his might, wanting to search for clues about the sable.

At this moment, without warning, Zhan Mufeng suddenly felt that his head hurt for no reason, like an extremely delicate needle prick piercing his mind.

Knowing the sea attack?

Zhan Mufeng experienced a similar thrill on Mu Ruwuqiang's territory, coupled with his study in the Holy Pearl Academy, so that Zhan Mufeng had a certain understanding of the sea.

It's just that the Zhihai Attack is still a legendary existence in the Holy Pearl Academy, and it only appears in the powerful travelogue materials of the past dynasties that are almost like wild history, and according to this, this is a means that can only be possessed by supreme power, which is almost legendary.

However, having experienced it, Zhan Mufeng knows that this is true.

Although, he is also very reluctant to encounter it.

Because the invincible existence in the depths of the eyebrows does not belong to the exhibition of pastoral style after all.

Not to mention the will of Zhan Mufeng, it is almost ineffective.

Except for occasionally passing on one or two (tào) god-level exercises, he doesn't communicate with himself at all the rest of the time.

At the critical moment, whether the spirit is still ineffective or not, this is a bottomless question of the pastoral style.

Moreover, he didn't expect to meet him in this ghost wood forest, and he wasn't even prepared for it in the slightest.

However, Zhan Mufeng did not have the slightest fear.

Almost instantaneous, almost instinctive, Zhan Mu Fengquan (shēn) will guard the eyebrows, consciousness enters a state of self-forgetfulness, and (shēn) heart is ethereal.

After a pinprick-like sting, Zhan Mufeng felt that his mind seemed to be invaded by an external will.

This will, sharp, domineering, exudes a coercion that is a thousand times more powerful than the aura of a ghost baby, ten thousand times, this is a terrifying will existence.

However, compared to the mysterious existence in the depths of Zhan Mufeng's eyebrows, it is still too much inferior.

It's just a matter of mud, the difference between an emperor and a beggar.

This made Zhan Mufeng even more firm in his belief in the mysterious existence of the eyebrows.

This foreign will seems to be a bully and hooligan who broke into the boudoir of a good girl, and as soon as he broke into Zhan Mufeng's sea of knowledge, he quickly wanted to squeeze out all of Zhan Mufeng's cognition, and it seemed that even Zhan Mufeng's memory had to be forcibly erased.

"To be able to fight with my sable, it seems that this young man has good qualifications. But, from now on, this body will be my puppet from now on, ahahaha..."

The high-pitched, shrill voice seemed to be secretly proud of its success.

Before this, this will was hidden here, and a large number of puppets had been secretly concocted.

It's almost the same (tào) road every time.

The will invades the cultivator's mind, forcibly erases the memory in the cultivator's mind, and then the will withdraws, leaving only a trace of unnoticed thoughts in the depths of the puppet consciousness sea, secretly controlling the puppet to die for himself.

This consciousness is arrogant in the sea of knowledge of Zhan Mufeng, and Zhan Mufeng is naturally really involved in listening to every word

Zhan Mufeng laughed secretly, I don't believe that such a big pit won't kill you!

Zhan Mufeng has now reached a critical time, and the only remaining consciousness retreats to the center of his eyebrows.

But a moment later, it was discovered.

"Oh, there are two times! He can actually do this with the cultivation of the Spirit King Realm, and he can be regarded as a genius. In the future, the achievements may be much higher than the cultivation of those Spirit Emperor sixfold puppets or even the second envoy of the Ghost Wood, haha, hahaha..."

Immediately, the strong will that invaded the sea of Zhan Mu Feng Zhi was like a black cloud pressing the city army and pounced on the center of Zhan Mu Feng's eyebrows.

But—

Joy and sorrow, hey.

I could only hear a scream: "Damn, there is the breath of the gods on this ant (shēn), ah--I am unwilling-heart-ah-"

Time passed little by little.

The time for a stick of incense has passed, but Zhan Mufeng still closes his eyes tightly, quietly suspended in this vast mist-colored Zheng

Thousands of steps away, the white sable of the Spirit Emperor Realm stared at this one in a daze

"It's so weird, what's going on?Did the master miss it?Impossible, it's just a Spirit King Realm ant ......"

The white sable muttered and looked at Zhan Mufeng with his eyes closed, but he didn't dare to make a move.

On the other side, Zhan Mufeng's only remaining consciousness was hidden in the depths of his eyebrows, and the supreme pressure of the Great Seal of the eyebrows instantly shattered this invading will.

It's just that after this will is shattered, there seems to be a memory that exudes the breath of wood (xìng), which seems to remain in Zhan Mufeng's mind

This memory, Zhan Mufeng desperately wants to remember, but it doesn't seem to belong to Zhan Mufeng.

It seems that the will just now left a memory in Zhan Mufeng's mind, and Zhan Mufeng has no right to know this memory.

Zhan Mufeng felt extremely depressed.

After pondering for a long time, Zhan Mufeng suddenly smiled (jiàn) (jiàn), concentrated all his energy, and "moved" this memory that remained in his mind to the center of his eyebrows.

The process of "moving" is extremely difficult, because this memory does not belong to you if it is not there.

Zhan Mufeng never expected that this "move" was that three or three nights had passed.

One person and one mink, just staying quietly in this vast fog, as if all this time and space were frozen.

Zhan Mufeng didn't realize what a valuable adventure and experience he had been given by these two volitional attacks when he was cultivating in the Spirit King Realm, or even at a lower level of cultivation.

Although, without the help of the big seal deep in the center of his eyebrows, Zhan Mufeng would have been a puppet long ago.

But it was these two experiences, especially the process of transferring memories, that made the cultivation of Zhan Mufeng's spiritual will much earlier and more difficult than ordinary cultivators, but the level was also much higher.

Fourth.

Zhan Mufeng finally moved this memory that remained in his mind but did not belong to him to the center of his eyebrows.

As soon as this memory was moved into the center of the eyebrows, it was instantly dissolved without a trace.

At this moment, Zhan Mu Feng Quan (shēn) was already sweating profusely, but in this fog, he couldn't see clearly.

Zhan Mufeng slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a (jiàn) (jiàn) smile, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is even more difficult than the three or three nights of the Great War, I'm tired to death." ”

At this moment, Zhan Mufeng said "En", and a piece of golden runes jumped from the center of his eyebrows.

Zhan Mufeng was overjoyed, you must know that all the things that have been passed down from the depths of the eyebrows are god-level spiritual power, and according to Zhan Mufeng's guess, it is likely to be among the god-level spiritual powers, and they are also extremely powerful.

As the jumping golden runes continued to flash in Zhan Mufeng's mind, the aura in Zhan Mufeng's body also worked extremely quickly.

Under the pale golden (shēn) body, the aura is like the Yangtze River, with turbulent waves and abnormal majesty.

The white sable opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhan Mufeng in a daze, never expecting that there would be such a majestic aura in the human body of this Spirit King Realm.

"Aoki Qi Transformation Technique, Saint-level or Quasi-level spiritual power!" After the golden rune jumped, Zhan Mufeng fully mastered the operation method of this spiritual power.

"Hey, it's only saint-level spiritual power, the grade is so low!" Zhan Mufeng sighed secretly.

If these words were heard by ordinary people, they would have to be flattened to death.

At this moment, another golden rune appeared.

"En, saint-level or quasi-level spiritual power seizure secret technique?" Zhan Mufeng savored this memory, and a wicked smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

I saw that the corners of Zhan Mufeng's mouth moved slightly, and the white mink was immediately shocked, and said respectfully: "Please show the master!"

Zhan Mufeng was shocked, and said secretly: "I didn't expect it to be so magical, it seems that this time there is a big harvest for no reason." ”

After receiving this memory, Zhan Mufeng suddenly found that the sea of ghost trees that was originally still hazy was no longer barrier-free at this moment, under Zhan Mufeng's sight and consciousness.

Moreover, Zhan Mufeng found that the reason why this is a saint-level or quasi-level spiritual power exercise is mainly because the master of this will has not yet recovered, and if it is restored, it must be a spiritual power exercise of the level or even higher.

Zhan Mufeng looked at the white mink, grinned, and said, "From now on, you will change your name to Bai, okay?"

The white sable god (qíng) nodded respectfully, and said, "Bai knows." ”

"Come here, then. Zhan Mufeng smiled slightly, and the white sable flew over.

Zhan Mufeng touched the white mink's head and said with a smile: "Is the entire ghost wood forest sea the most woody here?"

Sable nodded.

Zhan Mufeng snorted.