There was a spiritual shadow flashing around his body, and with the help of the ancient war spirits, he would become the brightest star between heaven and earth for a while.

He looked at the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate and his party, his gaze stayed on Feng Jun's body, and said loudly with endless majesty: "Since you want to bring humiliation on yourself, then the old man will fulfill you, and if you destroy my temple, I will let all of you be buried together!"

Feng Jun looked at him, although his face was solemn, but he did not flinch or flinch.

And at this moment, before the ancient lord could make any moves, the barbarians behind him responded to the call, wanting to attack first.

It's just that he was stopped by the ancient master, "You stand down and take Wu'er away from here, if he is half hurt, I will ask you!"

The barbarian stopped and hurriedly said yes respectfully.

However, Ding Huai was reluctant to leave, "Father, the child is willing to fight the enemy with you and defend the tribe together!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was sharply interrupted by the ancient master: "You don't need to worry about it here, you leave with the barbarians, remember, that nameplate has everything you want to know!"

Ding Huai wanted to speak, but was forcibly taken away from here by the barbarians.

He Yinuo watched all this from the sidelines, and he didn't interfere from beginning to end.

At the same time, he looked at the so-called Ten Thousand Poison Sect and his group, and always felt that these people had a familiar aura on their bodies, but he was not sure yet.

"Hmph, you can deceive others, but you can't fool me. Although this Ancestral Spirit Battle Armor is an ancient treasure and contains the infinite combat power of the Ancestral Spirit, if it exerts all its strength, it is not to say that in this Nanwei Continent, even in the Afterlife, there are few opponents. ”

"But now, with your cultivation in the Dragon Realm, wanting to exert its full power is tantamount to a fool's dream. I'm afraid that you are also secretly complaining in your heart now, the power of this armor is not so pleasant. ”

Feng Jun's body also floated up slowly, he looked at the ancient master, a sneer appeared on his face, and his words revealed deep disapproval.

When the ancient lord heard this, he was silent, and his body was even more imposing than before, and then he only replied domineeringly: "In this case, you can give it a try!"

Feng Jun's face became even more gloomy, but there was still a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he snorted lightly, and then waved his hand to order.

The group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect people behind him moved in response, and they all grabbed their magic weapons, rose from the ground, and rushed towards the direction of the ancient master.

Seeing this, the ancient lord roared angrily, and at the same time, his body shook, and a dazzling halo emanated from the ancestral spirit battle armor.

This halo of light spread out in an instant, turning into the phantom of the ancestors and generals.

These phantoms seemed to be in touch with the Ancient Lord's mind, and at the moment when those Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples were about to touch the Ancient Lord's body, the war spirit penetrated into their bodies in an instant with lightning speed.

There were no superfluous movements, and there was no sound, and the bodies of those Ten Thousand Poison Sect people suddenly stopped, as if they were sealed, and they were frozen in mid-air, and at the same time, the vitality on their bodies only dissipated in an instant.

The ancient lord's body shook again, and those halos contracted rapidly, merging into the battle armor like a long whale absorbing water, and the war spirit also returned with the halo.

The next moment, the wind swept by, and the bodies of those Ten Thousand Poison Sect people turned to ashes in an instant and disappeared into the sky.

This scene fell in Feng Jun's eyes, making his face a little more solemn, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart: This ancestral spirit battle armor is really terrifying, such an unpredictable power, even if it is himself, he is not sure that he can retreat under this swift and strange attack.

It's just that this trip is on the orders of the sect and a battle to the death, so no matter what, he will not retreat.

"I'd like to see how long you can hold on!" As he spoke, his figure was also in mid-air, standing in the air, at the same height as the body of the ancient lord.

He spread out his palm, and there were nine pills slowly floating up in the palm of his palm, which seemed to contain an invisible and powerful fluctuation.

The pill climbed rapidly, and then landed around Feng Jun, forming a huge circle, constantly rotating.

And from the moment the elixir appeared, the poisonous miasma around Feng Jun began to dissipate rapidly, as if this poisonous miasma did not belong to him in the first place, but was just forcibly retained by him in some way, and this poisonous miasma did not pose a substantial threat to outsiders.

And this scene fell in the eyes of outsiders, but it was a little unpredictable.

"The old man is still wondering, why a poisonous king of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect can have such a profound cultivation, now it seems that there is another reason. ”

There was a strange tone in the words of the ancient lord, and the battle armor on his body was still shining brightly, and his momentum was increasing instead of decreasing, preparing for the upcoming battle.

At this moment, not only him, but He Yinuo, who was watching the battle not far away, also frowned slightly.

He felt that there was a trace of strangeness and familiarity in this person, and now it seemed that the source of this familiarity should be these nine pills.

And the breath on these nine pills is no stranger to He Yinuo, in the battle of Shuidumen back then, Qianjun used nine pills similar to this to make a fatal blow.

This is the "Nanyuan Nine Scattered"!

It's just that the refining method of this Nanyuan Nine Scattered has always existed in the Lotus Sect, and only high-level alchemists can refine it, but now how can it appear in the hands of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"As the poison lord of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the old man thought that you would sacrifice that terrifying quenching body, but he didn't want you, a person who refines poison, to play with the elixir, and you are not afraid of people laughing at it. And in this way, your identity is probably a little intriguing. ”

With a sneer on his face, the ancient lord said slowly, and at this moment, his face was full of disdain and contempt.

It's just that these fell in Feng Jun's eyes, and it didn't make his face have the slightest ripple, but he laughed very casually, and then he also said with a trace of disdain, but his goal didn't seem to be aimed at the ancient master, but the ten thousand poison gate in the mouth of the ancient master.

"Quenching the poisonous body, hmph, that's just a side door and left path specially researched by those people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, destroying others and destroying oneself, such a sinister and vicious supernatural power, how can it be compared with my Lotus Sect!"

"In this way, you are really not from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!"

The ancient lord's face sank, and he clenched his fists, revealing his murderous intentions.

"As a powerful member of the Lotus Sect, you pretended to be a member of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and on the surface, you came to ask for the Frost Burning Ding, but in fact you wanted to destroy my tribe. Who are you instructed to do?

The ancient lord was already furious, and the tone of his last few words suddenly increased, and when he fell into his ears, he shook his heart like five thunderbolts!

The ruins beneath him were swept by the sound, and the rubble was pouring like a torrent in an instant.

This kind of momentum, even if it is cultivated to the heavens, Fengjun is not as good as himself!