As the most valued god cultivator of Xuantian Sect, Chang Feng, who has a lot of experience, does not lack magic weapons, whether it is the Ice Shattering Sword, the Water Yuan Bead, the Black Clay Pot, or the Yuan Silkworm Moth, they all have strong strength in attack and defense, but there is no magic weapon with a machine spirit.

And very Feng doesn't want to have it, but there are not many magic weapons with instrument spirits among the human-level magic weapons, Rao is a super force like Xuantian Sect, and there are not a few in the entire sect, and they are all things with special purposes, most of which are in the hands of the elders of the Tribulation.

There are a lot of magic weapons that exist in the ground level, but they are things that can only be urged by the monks of the Tribulation and even the monks of the Three Realms of the Blessed Land Mirror Immortals, even if they have it, Chang Feng will not be able to exert its full power, but it is not as easy to use as the magic weapons of the human level.

So much so that today, when Chang Feng fights with people, he will use spells and nebula sticks more often, and often does not use magic weapons, all because magic weapons do not have a weapon spirit, and they cannot be used as much as they want, but they are not as powerful as spells and Nebula Alliance.

Possessing a few Existential Artifact Treasures has also become a target for Chang Feng.

The machine spirit in front of him was fleeing rapidly, and Chang Feng naturally wouldn't let it escape easily, no matter whether the machine spirit had an ontology or not, it was a thing of great value to him.

The front and back gathered hundreds of feet, and flew out of the land of hundreds of miles in an instant between chasing and fleeing.

Seeing that the speed of the machine spirit was getting faster and faster, Chang Feng's heart moved, and the wind and cloud wings flickered, and the speed suddenly more than doubled, catching up with the machine spirit in the blink of an eye.

"Want to run, come here!" Chang Feng was not polite, he stretched out a palm, the mana worked, and the phantom shadow of the palm appeared in the air, and he grabbed the light point machine spirit directly ten zhang apart.

However, just as the phantom of the palm of his hand was close to the distance of three feet from the machine spirit, the body of the light point machine spirit suddenly emitted a sword-shaped golden ray, and with a flicker, it pierced and shattered the mana palm print that Chang Feng had urged.

"Can you fight back?" Seeing such a scene, Chang Feng was not angry but happy.

The stronger the strength of the machine spirit, the higher the grade of its body, the stronger the power.

But just when Chang Feng was full of joy and wanted to capture the machine spirit, suddenly, the instrument spirit stopped in the air, and the golden mangs were sheng, and the next moment, thousands of sword-shaped golden mangs directly enveloped it and stabbed towards its body.

"It's a day, this machine spirit actually has such strength?" Seeing that the power of the sword urged by that instrument spirit was no less than the full strength of the Yuanying Cultivator, this time, Chang Feng was really surprised.

The incident happened suddenly, Chang Feng urged the defensive magic weapon, the dragon scale armor urged out, and a green dragon phantom instantly appeared in the whole body under the operation of mana.

"Bell ......"

There was a chaotic sound, although the power of those golden sword shadows was good, but it was not a threat to Chang Feng, but many golden sword shadows hit his body, and it made him feel pain all over his body, extremely uncomfortable.

"Break my ...... See if you can escape?"

Suddenly, Chang Feng roared, the mana of his whole body soared, and the dragon scale armor defense formed the green dragon winding and circling and directly crushed many sword rays, and then reached out again, condensed mana and grabbed the light point weapon spirit violently.

This time, the machine spirit did not escape, but came out with a voice begging for mercy that surprised Chang Feng: "Spare your life, your lord's life." ”

"Show your form, or you will be killed. "If that machine spirit dies and doesn't beg for mercy and resists with all his might, Chang Feng can only suppress or imprison it, but the other party begs for mercy, and he has the means to deal with it.

"Look for death. Seeing that the machine spirit was still thinking of escaping after begging for mercy, Chang Feng snorted coldly and urged the flame technique to burn directly.

If that machine spirit has a body, the flame technique urged by the constant wind will not do much damage to it at all, but that machine spirit is just an existence similar to a divine soul, and if it loses its body, it will naturally not be able to withstand the burning of ordinary flames.

"My lord, spare your life, don't burn, don't burn. ”

The machine spirit obviously didn't have much hard energy, and when it was burned by Chang Feng, he immediately begged for mercy again and again, and in a flash of light and shadow, he turned into an old man in a golden robe more than a foot high, looking at Chang Feng with a look of resentment.

Seeing this, Chang Feng snorted coldly, and continued to urge the mana flame to burn the instrument spirit, this time, the instrument spirit really couldn't bear it.

"Ah...... Adults, adults, the little old man has begged for mercy, how can you pay it back...... Stop, stop, the little old man listens to you, can't he listen to you?"

There was another begging for mercy, but Chang Feng ignored it and continued to burn it, until finally the golden-robed old man couldn't even say the words to beg for mercy, and then he stopped.

"Do you still have a resentful look now?" Looking at the sluggish golden-robed old man, Chang Feng asked extremely indifferently.

Hearing Chang Feng's inquiry, Rao is old man in the golden robe was burned, and at this moment he also responded with a strong fighting spirit: "Don't dare, don't dare, little old man...... Little Lao'er has never had any resentment towards adults!"

"What's your name?Why are you here?Why is this place so dilapidated, and there's no one here?" Seeing that the golden-robed old man was soft, Chang Feng asked a few questions in a row.

"Whew...... Call. ”

Chang Feng no longer burned, and the golden-robed old man took two long breaths, then looked at Chang Feng, and then suddenly woke up and said, "You...... You are not an Immortal Three Realms cultivator, oops, how could the old man fall into the hands of a low-level cultivator like you. ”

At this moment, the golden-robed old man was really annoyed.

In the past years, the ones who appeared in the secret realm of immortal weapons were the cultivation of some powerful immortals in the three realms, and in the face of those immortals, no matter what kind of instrument spirit they were, they basically had no power to resist.

It is precisely because of this reason that the moment it saw Chang Feng fall on its hiding place, it instinctively thought that it was an immortal who appeared, and he was scared to flee, if he had known that Chang Feng was just a low-level monk, it could have hidden and not moved, as long as it restrained its breath, Chang Feng would never have been able to find it.

But now it's too late to say anything, he was caught by Chang Feng, and he didn't have any power to resist at all.

"What did you say?" Seeing that the golden-robed old man was full of annoyance, obviously just seeing his cultivation, Chang Feng asked indifferently.

"No, nothing?" After confirming Chang Feng's identity and cultivation, the golden-robed old man's eyes turned quickly, but seeing that Chang Feng's face was cold, for fear that Chang Feng was burning him, he waved his hand again and again in response:

"Little old man's golden robe, this is ...... Little Lao'er doesn't know where this is, this place is so dilapidated, probably it should be a place scattered in the secret realm after the fall of a certain immortal! As for the lack of figures? Xiao Lao'er doesn't know either!"

"Hmph, how dare you lie?" Hearing such a response, Chang Feng snorted coldly, and flames burst out from his palm, and then the screams and begging for mercy of the golden-robed old man came: "My lord, spare my life, what the little old man said is true, how dare I expire for you!"

Facing the screams and begging for mercy from the golden-robed old man, Chang Feng smiled indifferently and said, "Your name is Song Fu, and your body is a destroyed earth-level magic treasure spirit sword, this is the corridor of the undead, and you dare to say that you are not lying?"

"You, how could you, a low-level cultivator of the Humanized God, know the name of this seat? How would you know that this is the corridor of the undead?" Hearing Chang Feng say this, the golden-robed old man's face changed greatly.

"Not only do I know that you are lying, but I also know that you scolded me and yourself just now, you scolded me for being a lowly cultivator of the human race, and you scolded yourself for being cowardly as a mouse, and you really deserve to die. Chang Feng responded lightly.

"How do you know...... Are you a Terran?" This time, the golden robe was completely suppressed, and even completely forgot the pain of the flames.

He didn't understand, he really didn't understand how Chang Feng knew these things, you must know that these were all his thoughts just now, and they disappeared in a flash, and he didn't say it, Chang Feng never knew the truth.

But if Song Fu knew that Chang Feng had cultivated the Divine Yuan Sutra, it was estimated that he would not have such thoughts.

"Shen Yuan Sutra" is a special technique to strengthen the soul of the gods, in which the technique of peeping at the gods can secretly intercept the secret words and transmissions between monks, and even read the fluctuations of the monks' divine consciousness, and the thoughts of the monks, and the spirit is the soul body, peeking into their hearts, it is naturally not a problem for the mind to reach.

When the golden-robed old man saw his cultivation clearly, and then a faint light and shadow appeared in his eyes, Chang Feng knew that he would never easily obey himself to tell the truth, and then when he answered, he secretly urged the magic of peeping at the gods, and read the thoughts and words in the golden-robed old man's thoughts.