This blow of the monk surnamed Yang is tantamount to the battle of the trapped beast, the power is great, and the momentum is strong, which is no less than the full force of the monk Jindan. [Full text reading.]

Because of the influence of the spiritual power of the bombardment, Zhanfeng's movement speed was much slower, but fortunately, he condensed the golden lotus and could condense the power of Gengjin.

Gengjin's power is the strongest and toughest defensive force in the world, and it is naturally easy to resist the violent blow of the monk surnamed Yang.

It's just that the chaotic spiritual power has caused Zhanfeng's spiritual power to operate somewhat restricted, so although he blocked the thunderous blow of the monk surnamed Yang, his chest was also full of qi and blood.

His throat was sweet, and the blood reached the corners of his mouth, but he swallowed it back hard.

"It's dangerous—"

Glancing at the big pit about four or five feet deep under his feet, Zhan Feng couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

After the figure paused slightly, it suddenly flashed quickly, and he naturally would not sit still.

At this time, the humanoid puppet is like a beast that has been losing its claws, and this time is the best time to bombard it, and Zhan Feng will naturally not let it go easily.

The vigorous figure flashed, the long sword was like a mang, the qi ran through the Changhong, the sword intent was like thunder and lightning, the eyes were not instantaneous, and the mood was hearty.

Suddenly, I saw that a three-zhang red sword qi that was as fast as the wind and as sharp as a gang was born out of thin air, tearing the air, roaring, and slashing at the head of the humanoid puppet with a sharp and invincible supreme sword intent.

"Boy, dare you—"

In the face of the fierce sword qi, the monk surnamed Yang was suddenly shocked, and after a violent roar, the soul consciousness hidden in the puppet beast rushed out.

Turned into a streamer, and the lightning and flint shot towards his body.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and the humanoid puppet head was instantly shattered by the red sword qi, first losing its momentum, and then losing the drive of the monk surnamed Yang.

The humanoid puppet suddenly lost its spiritual domination and suddenly became a dead thing, its huge body swayed, boomed, and fell to the ground, and its huge body was instantly shattered.

"You're—"

"Hehe, Senior Brother Yang, I have long known that you would use this trick, for today, I traveled all over Cangnan, endured humiliation, and finally learned the soul binding technique with one hand, the emperor lived up to his heart, and you still fell into my hands in the end. ”

Just when Zhan Feng suddenly turned around and was about to launch the next wave of attacks, Lu Lin didn't know when he quietly destroyed the guardian puppet that guarded the man surnamed Yang and touched the side of the man surnamed Yang.

At this time, he was panting, weak enough to staggering and pulling a black rope, and at the other end of the rope was the soul consciousness that had just escaped from the humanoid puppet.

Although Lu Lin was weak and staggering, his face was full of joy, but his words carried a kind of indifferent and ruthless coldness and ruthlessness.

"Hahaha - I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands, the winner is the king and the loser, if you want to kill it, you have to kill it. ”

The soul of the man surnamed Yang, who was bound by the black rope, couldn't help laughing after a violent flash, and he still had some backbone at that time, and he didn't beg for mercy.

"Hmph-you killed my family for the sake of Lu Gong's secret, and today I will avenge them-"

The man's unyielding tone caused Lu Lin to grit his teeth even more, with a strong hatred in his sorrow, he was weak and weak, he just gently pulled the black rope in his hand, and only heard a scream from the man surnamed Yang.

It is a matter of course to repay debts and kill people to pay for their lives, but seeing that Lu Lin disregarded life and death in order to take revenge, he adopted a way of dying with his enemies, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

He was quite touched, and he felt a little unworthy of Lu Lin's way of revenge.

"Father-mother-child have finally avenged you, and you can rest in peace—"

Just when Zhan Feng sighed, Lu Lin suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the east with a sad face, which looked very declining, and it gave people an extremely sad feeling at first glance.

Perhaps infected by Lu Lin's mournful cry, Zhan Feng silently Zhan Feng Lu Lin was a hundred steps behind him, thinking of his life experience, sadness came from his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh gloomily.

However, after Lu Lin shouted sadly, there was no movement, and Zhan Feng thought at first that he was worshipping his relatives, and he didn't disturb at that time.

It's just that, as time passed, Lu Lin knelt on the ground and remained motionless, like a stone statue, his emaciated body bowed to the east, kneeling and worshipping, looking very religious.

When Zhan Feng felt a little unusual, he stared at Lu Lin's back and hesitated for a while, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and then he slowly stepped forward to find out.

"Hey—still—after all—"

As if he had already guessed the result, Zhan Feng shook his head secretly when he walked to Lu Lin's side, and after muttering to himself, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Burning essence blood is burning life, Lu Lin used forbidden techniques to deal with the man surnamed Yang at the beginning, and after a few rounds, his already weak body was naturally unable to support it.

Zhanfeng knew this very well in his heart, but he was still a little sad when he saw a person who had the same experience as himself die in front of his eyes.

After hesitating beside Lu Lin for a while, Zhan Feng did not bury Lu Lin's body, but shook his head and walked to the side of the man surnamed Yang.

After a slight pause, Zhan Feng squatted down next to the corpse of the man surnamed Yang and immediately began to grope around the corpse's body.

He was very sympathetic to Lu Lin's life experience, but Zhan Feng did not forget the reason for his shot, and after a little sigh, he immediately began to look for the secret record of Lu Gong in Lu Lin's mouth on the man's body.

Cleaning the battlefield was no stranger to Zhanfeng, and after a while, Zhanfeng put away the valuable things on the man's body, and finally didn't even let go of Lu Lin's storage bag.

Of course, for those puppet beasts that had already been dispersed, Zhanfeng didn't take it, but just took the powerful earth-breaking Saburo.

Two hours later, Zhan Feng found a very secret place to settle down, and after arranging the forbidden and defensive formations, he immediately began to organize his loot.

Because of the expectation of Lu Gong's secret record, Zhanfeng's first choice was the storage bag of the man surnamed Yang.

When looking at the appearance of the storage bag, the monk surnamed Yang should be a casual cultivator, because his storage bag is very simple, and it is an ordinary storage bag that is very commonly used in the immortal cultivation world.

However, when Zhan Feng erased the ban set by the man surnamed Yang, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the contents of the storage bag.

He didn't expect that the man surnamed Yang was so rich, and the items in the storage bag were very rich, when there were more than a thousand spirit stones in the middle grade, and as many as four or five thousand spirit stones in the lower grade, such a big fortune, let alone casual cultivation, even the disciples of the immortal cultivation family could not be as rich as him.

What's even more valuable is that there are a large number of materials for refining puppets in the storage bag, and refining puppets has a lot of similarities with refining Glaives.

Zhan Feng had never had time to collect the materials for refining the Glaive Beast, but this time he had obtained a lot of refining materials without much effort, many of which were lacking in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, which made Zhan Feng very happy.

Of course, Zhan Feng didn't waste time on spirit stones and materials, what he cared about was Lu Gong's secret record, so Zhan Feng didn't look at the spirit stones in the storage bag, but took out all the jade slips in the storage bag.

Because Zhan Feng had never seen Lu Gong's secret record, Lu Lin died too early, without any explanation, and did not give Zhan Feng time to ask, he only knew the name of Lu Gong's secret record, but he didn't know what it looked like, let alone what was recorded in it.

Even though there were dozens of jade slips in the storage bag of the monk surnamed Yang, Zhan Feng could only use stupid methods and look at them one by one.

However, after looking at a few jade slips in a row, the puzzled look on Zhan Feng's face became heavier and heavier, and it could be seen that he did not find Lu Gong's secret record from it.

"What the hell is going on here?"

After reminiscing, Zhan Feng suddenly pointed to the jade slip in his hand, his face was uncertain, he looked at more than a dozen jade slips in a row, but none of those jade slips were recorded puppetry, and even the recorded information had no connection with puppetry.

It is mostly some anecdotes in southern Xinjiang, which makes Zhan Feng very puzzling.

"Forget it—look at the rest—"

After Zhan Feng pondered for a while, he couldn't help but shake his head, looking very discouraged, threw away the jade slip in his hand, and picked up a jade slip again and looked at it.

But when his divine sense probed into the jade slip, and the confidence in the jade slip emerged, he was disappointed, like other jade slips, at this time, the jade slip in his hand did not record any information about puppetry, and it was still those boring anecdotes in southern Xinjiang.

Zhan Feng has always been very patient, but this time, he was a little impatient, and the whole person gradually became irritable.

Bang Bang Bang!

In the empty cave mansion, only the sound of Zhan Feng throwing jade slips was heard, and there were some intervals at first, but in the end, there was no interval, and he almost picked it up and threw it.

Gradually, there was not much left of the jade slip found in the man's storage bag surnamed Yang, and Zhanfeng's expression gradually became gloomy.

At this time, he was very suspicious that he had been brushed, and maybe the monk surnamed Yang did not have any secret records of Duke Lu on his body at all.

Holding back the anger in his heart, Zhan Feng looked cold, and continued to pick up the few jade slips that were already in place to look at them, but the result made him very disappointed, and he looked at a few in a row, but there was still no clue about Lu Gong's secret record.

After a while, there was only one jade slip left before he looked at it, at this time, Zhan Feng was not only angry, but also had a trace of expectation, when he picked up the last jade slip, he did not immediately probe his divine sense into it as before, but hesitated.

His expression also became solemn, vaguely as if he was praying, and he looked a little nervous.

He knew that this was his last chance, and if the last jade slip did not have the information of Lu Gong's secret record, it would prove that he had been deceived.

Moreover, it is still the kind of deception that cannot get justice.

Call!

Zhan Feng took a deep breath with a solemn face, some hesitation and some expectations, in short, his heart was very complicated, and he seemed very hesitant.

"-not good-"

But just when he was ready to release his divine sense, his face suddenly changed, and after saying a secret word, he immediately jumped up from the ground.

The sword eyebrows were tightly furrowed, but the cold gaze was firmly fixed on the entrance of the cave, as if he was facing a great enemy.

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